The last itinerary was spent in silence.

After getting off the car, Freya thanked Big Sam, and she and Old Collison parted ways in front of different routes.

Gotham's city subway was rebuilt more than 20 years ago by Wayne Group. As the number one victim of Gotham's crime rate, it currently maintains an average annual overhaul frequency. The subway has four lines, connecting the entire city like the veins of the human body. The Line 1 that Freya rides is called the most lively line. Only on this line can locals see some out-of-town tourists carrying travel bags and holding cameras in their hands. Although it is a subway line, it runs across the entire Gotham from the middle, especially a section of the land surface, covering almost all the famous landmarks.

Freya bought some newspapers and magazines to get on the bus. It was past rush hour at nine o'clock, and there were many empty seats on the subway. She found an empty carriage and sat down, put her small suitcase next to her, and finally took out her cell phone from her handbag and made a phone call.

It took six sounds before the other side was connected.

"Freya." Clark gasped as soon as he picked it up, "I saw the news, are you okay?"

"The car was ruined, but it's good that the person is fine." Freya felt warm, "Are you exercising?"

"What?" Clark said, "Ah...yes, I'm working out. Yes, I'm working out."

"Eat after nine o'clock?" Freya asked suspiciously.

"This is my habit," Clark replied firmly.

"Steve will love you to death." Freya laughed, "Steve, do you know? It's the friend I told you last time who lives in Washington. I called him last night and he said that the reason for his work may be coming to the Metropolitan area next week, and I'll probably stay here for a few days. When he finishes his work, I will introduce you to you."

"No problem. You call him Steve, what's Steve?" Clark asked.

"Steve Rogers," said Freya, "you know who he is."

She met Steve when she first went to a community owners meeting after finding a house in Washington. They sat side by side. Steve introduced that he was a retired veteran who had lost his family. After a few words, they found each other living in the same building. In addition, when he went to walk his dog every morning, Freya could see him running in front of the Lincoln Memorial Hall, almost making a leaps and bounds, and the two became familiar.

Just kidding, no one in the entire neighborhood can resist Steve's charm. He is like a walking child king, a combination of a friend of women, a benchmark for men and a treasure for the elderly. Freya claims to have seen many beautiful men, but she still often praises his blue eyes and kind heart.

Of course, the image of Steve, who was honest and honest, is gone forever on the viaduct. That night, Steve wrote a note to Freya to explain the whole story. Freya then realized that the Steve she knew was actually Captain America. She had never heard any clues at such a close distance, which really made her doubt whether her ears were malfunctioning. So she did something that made her regret very much, and she began to pay special attention to Steve's life.

The end result was that she spent months developing the old antique's habit of making calls.

A loud bang came from Clark.

"Please don't scream," Freya raised her eyebrows. "I know that no matter who you boys are, they will inevitably have a captain complex, but it's too much to get excited to throw their phones."

Without an answer, Clark seemed to be excited...gasping?

real?

Freya said she didn't understand what these men thought.

"Clark?" she asked, "How are you?"

"I'm fine!" Clark's voice seemed to be a little distance away, sounding a little suffocating, "I mean, yes, I accidentally dropped my phone to the ground and I picked it up right away."

"Okay, I hope you're careful. How about the dog? It's so noisy outside today, don't scare the dog." Although Freya was a little confused, she still shook her head and led to the main purpose of the phone call.

A slight pause.

"I heard them playing," Clark said. "Don't worry, both Krypton and Big Bear are good."

Freya then felt relieved. "I don't know what's wrong. There are always some strange noises on the phone today. Maybe it's because my signal is not very good."

Another strange pause.

"It should be." Clark seemed to be on the side of the phone, and he said vaguely, "Signal, maybe some signal tower was damaged in the attack. Listen, Freya, I have to...I have to go out and chat later, okay?"

"No problem," said Freya. "You are busy with yours, so I have to prepare the information. Wayne's side has a treat to dinner at noon. If Jack came over, the meal would not be so delicious."

They said goodbye, and Freya put her phone in her pocket. She always felt that something was wrong with Clark today, but she didn't think about it even if he didn't say it.

A random book from a stack of newspapers and magazines was a middle-aged man on the fancy cover. His temples were already a little white, his mouth was slightly smiling, and a bikini-wearing beauty reflected in his eyes. Freya glanced at the title without much curiosity. Sure enough, "The new favorite of King Gotham, the past and present of supermodel Eli." She silently put this book "Gotham Daily" aside and then turned on the Gotham News. As soon as she looked at it, she was so hot that she was so hot that she was on the front page of this newspaper, which claimed to be Gotham's conscience, printed with Batman jumping up. The problem is that she didn't know which talented photographer took this photo and was also taken by some editors who wanted to make trouble - this is a high-definition, pulled in, elevation - "This newspaper reporter risked his life and interviewed Batman: My view of justice."

......

She patiently flipped through several magazines and found that people in this city who were not following Brucey's baby seemed to be paying attention to Batman. Freya even found a booklet that was stuck in the book by a regular issue of unknown reasons, which read two or three things that Batman and Prince Gotham must say.

Yes, this is very Gotham.

She put these things aside, the subway had already opened to the ground, and the high and low buildings were swept through the window.

Wayne, Wayne, Wayne is everywhere.

Anyone who has been to Gotham will understand the meaning of this surname to the city. Since Gotham rose from the ground, Wayne left a brilliant stroke here. It holds the floating soil tightly like a big tree, from administrative agencies to urban construction facilities, hospitals, public transportation, a Gotham man is always in contact with the Wayne Group from his uterus to his grave.

This is a huge figure shrouded over the entire city.

The train drove onto the surface and turned a corner in front of a towering building.

Freya felt something and turned around and looked out from the train window.

The towering Wayne Building went away silently in front of her, like a Titan overlooking the resurrection city.

It is like a giant ship, subject to a young captain who is ignorant of the world; it is like an army, subject to a idle but pretentious second-generation ancestor.

No wonder people love and hate Bruce Wayne.

According to Freya's colleagues, the person who really does practical things in the Wayne Group is Jack Freeman. After Old Freeman died a few years ago, his son Jack Freeman, inherited his father's mantra. Mr. Wayne, who is in his forties, still retains his youthful style, spends time outside, and often engages in extreme sports. Whenever he is asked about the company's business, he uses his father's famous saying to make excuses - "I hand over the company to someone who is more interested in doing business than I am." - I don't know how old Wayne's intestine would feel when he sees his descendants so unsuccessful.

Freya herself had never seen Bruce Wayne, and her impression of him was all at the level of hearing, but what made her curious was how a person could do this. People's impression of him was like a label on him, "carefree rich second generation", "playboy", "extreme sports enthusiast". When she asked about her true feelings about dating Wayne, three of the three ladies would tell you the same thing. It seemed that our Master Bruce was ashamed of his name as a playboy, and the style of dating was so poor.

This almost made her feel that her desire for knowledge was always wandering in her mind.

Unfortunately, she rarely came to Gotham, but she couldn't take a look at this Gotham celebrity from close range.

Freya sighed, but she thought in her heart that if the women in the company continue to indulge in like this, sooner or later, she might be sent to Gotham as the general agent, and I sincerely hope that that day will come later.

After all, under the glory of the day, Gotham, the sin capital at night, is where she really wants to help but is worried that she can do nothing.

At half past ten, Freya walked off the subway and checked in the express hotel a few hundred meters away.

She changed her outfit, put on earrings, and put on some makeup.

At eleven o'clock, the phone rang on time, and Old Jack's assistant told her in a polite tone that the car that was coming to pick her up had arrived.

Freya patted her cheeks with a cold toner to refresh herself.

She didn't know that this was just the beginning of the day.

I don’t know that a certain master suddenly changed his itinerary and was heading towards the Box Hotel.

The author has something to say: I put a cover on this book "Justice Passerby". Is it good to watch?
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