The Richest Man in the DC World

Barbara had high expectations for Luke, believing that he was the one destined to be together for the rest of his life, but the damn bastard, after eating and wiping himself, he hasn't been beaten for months. one call,

even once!

Not at all!

Coupled with more and more tidbits about him, Barbara gradually realizes that she is likely to be one of his many female bedmates.

This made her very annoyed, but she was helpless. Gradually, with the passage of time, the expectation in her heart faded, and she even took off the ring that the other party gave her and threw it into the storage box.

She is only eighteen years old, in her youth, there is no need to waste her feelings on a scumbag who doesn't care about her, it is not worth it.

After arriving at the police station, Barbara skillfully greeted officers from various departments. As a relative of the police chief, she is very popular here.

"Hey! Hank, where is he?"

Hank, who was dealing with the copy, pointed to the stairs and made a mute gesture. Barbara nodded clearly and crept up the stairs, huddled like a mouse at the door of the director's office.

There seemed to be something arguing inside. From time to time, there was the sound of slapping the table and the angry growl of the father. Listening to it, Barbara's expression changed.

Luke Shaw!

One hundred sets of Tesla power armor!

No wonder they met at the intersection, it turned out to be for this matter.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from her ears, and the girl hurriedly hid aside, the door opened, and Jacob Aisy and Musan Quinn, who had ugly faces, strode out without closing the door before leaving.

Barbara thoughtfully walked into the office and said curiously,

"Dad, what's the secret of the hundred sets of power armor?"

"Barbara, you're eavesdropping again."

Jim Gordon was furious, "Didn't I tell you, don't come back to the police station, this is the police station, not the library."

The girl snorted, very upset, and sat on the sofa with her earphones plugged into her ears, her legs crossed, and she swayed back and forth.

Jim has nothing to do with this daughter,

"You don't go to school, what are you doing here?"

Barbara gave him a serious look,

Then he shrugged helplessly, "As a friendly reminder, today is April 27th, and it's been a year since last year's April 27th."

"Damn!"

Jim patted his head, "I forgot the wedding anniversary."

Barbara sighed, "Sarah suffers from postpartum depression. If you don't want her to hit your head with a vase, you'd better prepare carefully. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Jim sat slumped in his chair. The pressure of life and work made the director who was in his 50s feel endless exhaustion. Barbara slipped to his father and whispered,

"Otherwise, let me check for you!"

"Don't mess with it, it has nothing to do with you."

"I can't control the robbery, but I can get the performance data for the hundred sets of power armor for you."

Jim glanced at his daughter and frowned, "How can I help?"

"You forgot, Luke Xiao!"

Jim was instantly angry, like an old farmer who was guarding the gate of the vegetable garden to prevent wild boars from entering, his hair stood on end, "You still have contact with that Huahua, how many times have I told you, stay away from him, he is not a good person. "

"I can't do this. I definitely don't agree. You go back to school immediately. If you dare to skip class again, I can't spare you."

"This Saturday, the school has no classes."

Barbara stomped angrily and strode out of the police station.

Since he became the director, my father has become more and more outrageous. It’s fine if he doesn’t go home every day. He also dictates his life, not allowing him to do this or that, just like a tyrant, a domineering dictator.

"If you don't let me check, I will check."

Barbara angrily took out her mobile phone and dialed the number left by Luke,

"Hey, Luke Xiao, I want to treat you to dinner."

"What, no time!"

"No, you have to come. I'll be waiting for you at Cafe 32, Xie Laike Street."

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Barbara hung up the phone directly, remembering the sweet words Luke had said, and cursing fiercely,

"Damn scumbag, you said that you would go up the mountain of knives and go down to the sea of ​​fire, but now it's good, and you don't want to see him face to face."

"Luke Xiao, you are such a bastard."

...

In the cafe, Barbara, who was sitting in the corner, stared at the door eagerly. It took an hour to make a phone call, and she hadn't seen the other person yet. That guy wouldn't break the appointment, right?

"Miss, are you waiting for someone?"

Some familiar voices came from behind, Barbara glanced at it, and waved her hand impatiently, "I have something to deal with, so I don't have time to chat with strangers."

Luke, who was wearing a sweatshirt, took off his hat and glasses, revealing a completely unfamiliar face, "Why, I don't even recognize him."

The girl was stunned for a moment, looked at the face carefully, and finally found a clue from the subtleties.

"It's you! Luke Shaw!"

"You... how did you become like this?"

Luke shrugged, "You said that, I don't want to be the heroine of Tomorrow's Entertainment News. In order to avoid trouble, I can only dress up."

The girl's face was in disbelief,

"That face, how did you do it."

"A gadget, nothing."

Luke sat in the chair and said, "Tell me, what are you doing with me? Reminiscing about the old times, or talking about love."

"Who wants to talk to you!"

Barbara snorted, asked the waiter for a cup of coffee, and whispered, "I want to ask you for help with something."

"Say."

The girl glanced left and right, "I heard that Tesla's cargo was robbed."

Luke wondered, "Why are you asking this?"

"The 100 sets of armor that were robbed by the thugs are not the ones that are circulating in the market. They were specially made by you for the White House, right?"

Luke was speechless, "Miss Gordon, you are a freshman, and you are in a good time of your youth. You should devote your energy to study and relationships, rather than being a private detective."

"Why are you like my dad?"

The girl was very dissatisfied, "I didn't come here to listen to your lectures, I just wanted to know what functions the hundred sets of armor have, and how is their combat effectiveness?"

Luke shook his head and said solemnly, "I have signed a very strict non-disclosure agreement with the White House regarding the performance of the armor, so I cannot say."

"You just tell me, I will never tell anyone else."

Luke smiled, "Barbara, don't do these little tricks, it's not good." The conversation turned and he whispered in the other's ugly expression, "However, if someone wants to order me the same type of armor with lower performance, then It is no longer within the scope of the agreement.”

Barbara's eyes lit up and quickly pointed to herself,

"I...I...I want to order."

Luke laughed,

"How much do you think such a set of armor will cost." Saying that, he stretched out his index finger,

"One and a half million dollars!"

"Dear Miss Gordon, are you rich?"