Looking at the fierce ring of fire that had scorched the ground, all the reporters immediately realized why the Dark Knight was in such a hurry to save them. It turned out that Joker's ring of fire was very dangerous.
On second thought, they realized that Joker was giving the Dark Knight a choice: if he wanted to chase after him, he would have to give up on saving them.
The Dark Knight, who cosplayed Batman, wouldn't let them burn to death no matter what.
So, he was destined not to be able to catch Joker today, or even ever.
From the looks of it, the Dark Knight had to be stronger for Joker to play this trick.
But Joker was very good at playing with people's hearts, and he was unscrupulous.
That was how painful it was to be a good person in this world.
Thinking of this, the weather-beaten hearts of the reporters couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. This was a loyal fan who cosplayed Batman to the extreme. It was all thanks to the blessing of Batman's spirit in heaven that they were able to survive!
Hm, they had to pay a visit to Batman's fan site tomorrow.
As for the Dark Knight, he left right after saving them without saying anything.
It was this taciturn behavior of saving people without asking for credit that moved the reporters.
If it were them, they would have stayed to say a few words to stir up some hype.
That was why he was the Dark Knight, and they were just reporters.
…
Three minutes later, Luke walked into Kowloon Tong Tea Restaurant.
The waiter who was cleaning up the table at the door was very unique, and didn't play the American waiters at all.
He didn't even raise his head. He simply raised his eyes slightly and said indifferently, "What's up?"
Luke liked this straightforward greeting. "I'm looking for someone." He walked in without looking back.
When he found Selina, the man and the dog were eating and drinking in a booth in a corner.
Seeing that Luke was here, Gold Nugget wagged its tail, indicating that it was done currying favor.
Selina gave him the menu on the side. "Order yourself."
The menu in this tea restaurant was too complicated for her, and she could only ask the great gourmet Luke to do it himself.
Luke glanced at the food on the table and shook his head helplessly. "This is a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant. You don't even order Mandarin Duck."
Selina: "What do you mean by run?"
Luke didn't bother to waste his breath. He quickly scanned the menu, and happened to be greeted by an indifferent waiter with a small notebook in his hand.
He held the menu in front of him and pointed at it. "This, this …"
The waiter was surprised, but he habitually wrote down a long list of nearly twenty types of food, desserts, and drinks.
Luke didn't give him a chance to speak. He simply said, "Three servings of everything." After the man repeated the menu, he waved his hand and indicated that he could leave.
Time was money in a Hong Kong-style cafe like this.
The customers were quick and spoke little, so they would never make the waiters unhappy. Instead, they would feel relieved.
The waiters used slang like "pretty girl, pretty boy," "reverse egg," "flying sand," "flying oil," "double button," and so on. Luke had a rough idea of what they were, but he had no use for them, nor did he bother to use them.
In any case, he was not picky about most Chinese dishes. No matter what, they were better than ordinary American food.
Fortunately, it was almost ten o 'clock in the evening, and the peak hour of the teahouse was over.
Otherwise, the waiter's attitude would be even worse.
It was impossible for two people and one dog to share a booth, because someone would definitely share a table.
The waiter would also take away the plates to remind the customers who had occupied the table for too long, "You can get lost now."
After the waiter left, Selina asked, "That's it?"
Knowing that she was talking about the Life Foundation, Luke nodded. "Find a few more people and clean up the mess. It should be fine."
Selina asked, "What about its brethren?" She glanced at the dog's head.
Luke said, "Two of them are missing. Tell the other departments to keep an eye out. They're unfamiliar with this place, so they'll more or less cause some noise. "
The two of them exchanged a few words, and then the waiter brought over a large pile of food.
Then, he saw for the first time what it meant to be an emotionless "human meat flipping machine."
The two of them ate just a little faster than he could deliver the food.
Even the empty utensils were neatly stacked on the side, so that he could take them away as he delivered the food.
Of course, the waiter still misunderstood something.
The one who ate the fastest was a certain dog head, who was gorging itself under the table.
When it ate quickly, it could swallow all the food and utensils on the table in one gulp.
With this food regulator, Luke and Selina actually had a very leisurely meal.
…
Eddie's stubbornness didn't last long. On the third day after the battle in the Life Foundation's research building, he signed a temporary employment agreement with PDD.
To be more precise, it was his experience in society over the past few years that made him resist the urge to sign the contract that very night.
In fact, if Selina had waited for him to read the terms of the contract that night, he might have signed it back then.
It couldn't be helped, because Luke and Selina were offering him too much.
As a temporary employee of PDD, his basic salary was $100,000 a year.
For an internet celebrity columnist, this treatment was very attractive.
Because it was a basic salary, it was equivalent to a guaranteed income.
However, relying on this alone would at most allow him to live a good life like an ordinary person, and those who were ambitious would definitely be dissatisfied.
Therefore, the real point — commissions and intelligence bonuses — were the main point.
Every time he completed a commission or provided valuable intelligence, he would receive different levels of bonuses. The lowest was a thousand dollars, and the highest was … unlimited.
According to the example in the agreement, if Eddie discovered that the Life Foundation was kidnapping homeless people for experiments, he would receive a thousand dollars as long as he provided this information to PDD.
Information related to symbiotic demons was worth at least five hundred thousand.
When Eddie saw this, he knew that he had a stable footing.
Who the f * ck was Eddie? He was an emotionless West Coast news digging machine.
Ever since he became a fan of Batman, he focused on digging up dirt for as long as two years.
Currently, he had dozens of these 1,000 dollars worth of dirt — no, information — in his hands.
More importantly, in the past, he had to spend a lot of time investigating after digging up a piece of information to find solid evidence, write an article, and fully promote the negative energy of society.
Now, he would report whatever he found. It wasn't difficult for him to report three to five pieces of information in a month. His efficiency and quota were dozens of times higher than the previous newspaper office.
Moreover, in PDD, not every piece of dirt was only worth a thousand dollars, but the lowest was worth a thousand dollars.
Eddie felt that with his ability to dig up dirt, coupled with the "Venom plug-in" that had just come online, he might not be able to find dirt worth a hundred thousand or a million dollars, but it was definitely not difficult to find dirt worth thirty to fifty thousand dollars.
As a columnist, he exposed bad guys who had committed heinous crimes, but it was also difficult for them to be punished by the law.
Therefore, what he was really looking forward to was when his report was seen by Bat Squad one day, and the superheroes would directly "cripple" him.
Now that he had a channel to directly send dirt to the black cat lady, the useless column could go to hell.
There was no such thing as blooming in the literary world! Directly making those villains' bodies bloom was the biggest dream of a certain nationalist young reporter.
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