DC Tyrant

Pamela Ashley's face was a little reddish. She was wearing a red evening dress popular in the 1980s. The bold suspenders replaced the traditional wide-shouldered clothes, making her white shoulders exposed, and her head was fiery red. His hair was loose, two tufts of slightly curled leaning on his chest, involuntarily let people keep their eyes on the snow-white place that exposed half of the peaks.

The lower body skirt reaches a little above the knee, and the fiery red outfit outlines her explosive figure.

In this day and age, this kind of clothing is undoubtedly avant-garde to the extreme.

But she had no way to refuse, for some reason, even she felt her head dizzy.

She was taken out by Bardi on the pretext of lacking a secretary, and then went directly to an avant-garde clothing store, each of which was enough for her to live on for a few months at school.

When she was faint, she was asked to wear this dress, which was extremely gorgeous, a dazzling red evening dress, and her hair was let down. The whole person exuded red, enthusiasm, and fiery.

But Badi is dressed in white clothes, pure like white light, shining into people's hearts.

His eyes were not lustful, and swept across the delicate curves of Pamela Eisley's peaks and peaks, with the joy of appreciating beautiful things: "Good-looking, beautiful."

Pamela Ashley's seductive smile spun around in joy, and asked emotionally, "Where's the beauty?"

"I like the figure very much." Badi said straightforwardly and said with a smile. When admiring the figure, there is no trace of lust, just like an ordinary man admiring the beauty of a woman.

Pamela Eisley covered her mouth and giggled and laughed: "You are really a different man." The ripples were rippling, and the scenery was infinitely beautiful.

She felt that Badi was wearing a white formal suit with a white trench coat that reached to the heel, which gave her an introverted and restrained charm; the scar on her face was combined with a clean and elegant whole body, which radiated brilliance and looked good. , very charming.

Although she has little knowledge at her current age, she can also see that Badi is not an ordinary person.

Badi responded with a smile, and watched the beauty's waves, red as a candle, he was like a white moth.

The moths don't fly into the flames, but the flames burn themselves.

Pamela Ashley turned her steps, put her hands over Bardi's arm, and fell into the sea waves.

Buddy felt the softness of his arms, and the scent of Pamela Ashley's body was comforting.

Pamela Ashley's cheeks were crimson, her heart was pounding like a deer, she didn't resist, she hugged her arms tightly, and squeezed naughty on purpose.

Buddy said with a smile: "Today I visited Gotham, with you, the harvest is really great."

Pamela Ashley didn't know the deep meaning of what Buddy was referring to, it was that Buddy had planned to eat this poison ivy girl.

This so-called decision is not slap bang bang, but to put her in the bag in the future and use it for him.

Of course, in the future, there is no shortage of sex. Because of Ebadi's physical quality, if you want to have sex, you still need strong women. Otherwise, a launch will shoot through the earth, which is not good.

Pamela Eisley heard Buddy's words, and happily agreed that I would lead the way wherever she wanted to go to Gotham.

It's just that in the place where Badi is going, she also feels a little strange.

First of all, they went to the Gotham Police Station. They met Gordon. Buddy also looked for a man named Edward Nigma. There was no police station, so she and Buddy walked in the city one after another.

The two seem to grow closer each time they pass by.

This man takes care of his own mood every step of the way, and deliberately avoids trampling on flowers and plants on the road. Obviously, he takes care of his own mood very much.

Pamela Ashley said: "Do you usually do this too?"

"No, it's only when you're around." Badi responded.

Pamela Ashley looked even more satisfied with Bardi, her hot body almost leaning against Bardi's breath.

Buddy was hugged by her arm, while he was holding Pamela Ashley's slender waist. After going to Gotham Amusement Park, she sat on the Ferris wheel. She sat on Buddy's lap. Kiss in the sky.

They passed by Bingshan Restaurant and didn't plan to go in for a meal, because the environment here is not that good.

Walk past the circus.

Then they passed the Wayne Building, the building with twelve monsters guarding Gotham, and Buddy entered it, knowing that Bruce's parents weren't dead yet.

After passing through Gotham University, Buddy, led by Pamela Eisley, met Jonathan Klein, and then met Jason Wood, Pamela Eisley's most admired botanist.

Buddy looked at Pamela Ashley with a bit of playfulness.

The last stop, the unexpected place for Pamela Ashley, turned out to be a large swamp on the outskirts of Gotham City. She saw Buddy frowning, as if searching for something, and glanced at the swamp.

"What's wrong here?" Pamela Ashley frowned and covered her mouth with her hand. The rotting stench of the swamp was unbearable for ordinary people.

Badi retracted his gaze from the swamp: "It's nothing." But he was a little bit puzzled, isn't he? still none?

Since he couldn't find it, Buddy ignored it, and directly wrapped Pamela Asley's slim waist against his abdomen, very tight.

"There are still a few hours, we can go shopping."

Badi smiled, leaned down directly, kissed her on the lips, and kissed her until she couldn't breathe, and the peaks and peaks jumped together.

suddenly.

Buddy looked up at Gotham, in the direction of the Carmine Hotel.

 …

Carmine Hotel, in VIP Room No. 8.

There were eight strong men sitting around the coffee table, looking a little small and funny.

"Mike, we watched him all night and we didn't come up with anything," one of them said aloud.

"We started this batch of goods from Thailand in order to get the US dollars to be happy, not to give in and be the dog of an inexplicable person."

"But he can block bullets, invulnerable to bullets, this..."

"I don't care what he can block, he's not here now, as long as we leave Gotham, we can continue to enjoy the world."

"Kneeling in front of him and begging for mercy is to survive, I don't want to be a dog all the time."

"Mike, what do you think?"

Mike's expression was serious, this Russian man was unprecedentedly severe, and he said solemnly: "I want this kind of power."

This kind of power that can't be shot by bullets deeply attracted Mike's heart. No amount of money can buy this kind of power.

Now there is an opportunity in front of them, that is, to be Badi's dog, waiting for the reward.

Mike could see that Bardi was obviously someone who wanted to do something big, and he just couldn't let go of this opportunity because he was short of people.

"Okay, let's break up here. I'll join the team and buy 7% of the money collected by fans. I'll get my dollars back and leave Gotham later."

A strong man opened the black box next to him, counted out the dollars that belonged to him, and dropped it into the bag. Even if Bardi was able to fight and his defense was high, he didn't intend to be his dog all the time.

The rest of the people looked at each other in dismay, and then took back their own money one after another. They were used to being free and loose, how could they be willing to be one's dog, especially if this guy still took the money from them. If it wasn't for bullets that couldn't get through the guy, they would have killed him long ago.

Mike got up trembling, angered, and slammed the table on the table, making a loud noise, and said angrily: "Don't you know that he asked us to take the money, but he is not afraid that we will run? You run like this. , it is likely to be a dead end.”

"Mike, you don't have to scare us. It's not like you don't know the way we escaped. No matter which way, if we leave now and leave Gotham, he won't be able to catch us."

"Mike, when we knelt down to spare our lives, weren't we able to escape for this moment?"

"Mike, even if you don't want to go, then I'll go first."

"goodbye."

One after another, the seven strong men left with their own money, to enjoy the world, and after enjoying this little dollar, they would continue to do some murder and arson to make some money, and so on and so forth.

Mike's face was terrifyingly gloomy. He always believed in himself and didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​running away. These seven people were dead.