Gotham, one of the cities with the highest crime rate in the United States, is also the destination of Russell this time.

Walking off the plane slowly, Russell looked up and couldn't see a trace of sunshine. The sky was covered with haze, and his eyebrows subconsciously frowned.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but he always feels that the air in Gotham is a little depressed.

After breathing lightly, Russell turned on his phone, pressed a number, and dialed. As soon as the ringtone rang, the phone was connected. Then, the old butler's voice rang.

"Young Master, have you arrived in Gotham?"

"Arthur, don't worry!" Russell responded to the old housekeeper and walked out of the airport.

"Well, I know, I won't walk around alone."

"Yeah, I get it."

"Okay, Arthur, someone has come to pick me up, that's it."

"Okay, I get it, I'll be careful."

"Goodbye, Arthur."

"Huh!" After breathing a long breath and making a series of assurances to the old housekeeper, Russell finally hung up the phone.

However, the old housekeeper's concerns were unreasonable. After all, Russell was traveling alone this time, and even Caesar stayed in New York at Russell's request.

However, for Russell, this is more comfortable. After all, it is difficult to go out to achieve success points as a celestial master under Caesar's eyelids, but it is not unusual to be discovered by Caesar. After all, in Gotham, he has no secret passage.

Of course, if Caesar had not proved to Russell in front of the old housekeeper that Russell, who now has a breeding suit, would definitely not be able to deal with it, the old housekeeper would have firmly disagree with Russell coming to this dangerous place alone.

But no matter what, he came to Gotham alone and was about to start his new career in winning points.

When Russell thought of this, he felt that the depression in the air had decreased a lot.

He pulled the white baseball cap on his head, pulled his suitcase, and walked out of the airport with relaxed steps.

Someone will come to pick him up there, and it should have arrived if the time is to be seen.

Following the crowds that rushed out of the airport, Russell walked out of the waiting hall and found the person who picked him up at a glance, uh, to be more precise, the car.

There is no way, the black sports car full of technology is really eye-catching, and the turnaround rate is extremely high, and the beauty holding a brand with his name written on it is impossible to be careful.

After pulling off the sunglasses on his nose, Russell made sure that he was not wrong. After confirming that the sign the beauty was holding was his name, he pushed up the sunglasses on his nose, rolled his eyes secretly, and walked over.

"Hello... are you Mr. Bloom?" the beauty asked, putting down the sign in her hand.

Russell nodded to him and knocked on the window glass in the driver's seat.

The car window rolled down and a sleepy face appeared in front of Russell.

"Oh, it seems that I didn't do anything good last night!" Seeing Bruce's sleepy look, Russell said meaningfully.

Bruce yawned and said, "Don't you know that life at night is fun?"

Interestingly, does it mean to be Batman going out to fight criminals?

Russell whispered in his heart, but Russell said, "Why are you here to pick me up by yourself?"

"You've come to deliver the goods yourself, can I not pick you up in person?" Bruce smiled and said, "Is there no one in Bloom? Why are you coming out to deliver the goods? Why are you the only one? Where is Caesar?"

He nodded to the beauty who opened the car door for him and said thank you. Russell sat in the only position in the sports car, and after the passenger seat of the car, he said, "I just want to come to Gotham to have fun. Don't be so rude to say that I'm a delivery guy!"

"Also, is there anyone in Bloom not your business, Mr. Driver!"

Bruce twitched gently and said, "You are not the same poison!"

"Haha, each other!"

After the mutual sarcasm of each other, Bruce started the car and said, "I have prepared a welcome party for you!"

"Okay, I'd better save this. I'm not here to party with you. Moreover, I came here this time to keep it a secret because I want to have fun alone."

"Confidential..." Bruce froze and said, "Well, since I drove at the airport, I was noticed by reporters, and they should have photographed the signs I just raised, and you were photographed when you got into my car, so it is impossible to keep confidential or something."

Fortunately, I even pretended!

"Haha..." Russell smiled coldly and said, "Didn't you buy all those newspapers?"

"I don't care how they report me. I've been used to it for so many years, so I haven't invested much energy in the newspapers, and..." Bruce said helplessly: "You must understand that in Gotham, some valuable news can be sold for a lot of money, so what you can get is not just the newspapers."

When these reporters take photos of valuable things and collect valuable news, they will sell the news to Gotham's dark forces. Therefore, even if the newspapers block it, the news will still spread.

In other words, Russell's so-called confidentiality journey ended before it even began.

"Let's go!" Russell said helplessly, then said, "But thank you for picking me up by yourself."

Bruce nodded slightly, opened the car window, and spoke to the beauty waiting by the side: "Lilisa, thank you for your help today. I'll wait for you for the party tonight."

The beauty called Lilisa looked surprised and said, "Okay, Mr. Wayne!".

After the words came to an end, Bruce closed the window and drove away.

As for that beauty, uh, it was just a temporary encounter by Bruce at the airport.

Even during the day, due to the cloudy clouds, the entire Gotham exudes a dark and depressing smell. With the strange Gothic buildings in the city, the entire Gotham looks like a beast waiting for the arrival of darkness and is ready to move.

Through the car window and looking at the building passing by quickly outside, Russell suddenly felt that Bruce Wayne, who was wearing a Batsuit and transformed into Batman at night, was really admirable.

Not everyone can protect a city with their mortal body, especially Gotham, a city that has a close connection with the dark forces and is even penetrated by bones.

At least he cannot, and Russell has always maintained a respect for those who do what others cannot do.

Thinking of this, Russell looked at Bruce Wayne, who was driving without expression, and wanted to ask him...

Batman, are you... tired?
Chapter completed!