The correct way to attack the villain

Chapter 113

The man standing at the door was backlit, tall and tall, his shirt sleeves were rolled up to reveal his muscular arms, his knuckle hands were holding a silver-gray suit vest, his face did not show any secrets as expected expression, not even the slightest bit guilty.

The expression looks very calm.

This caused a certain idea in Song Mo's mind to be dispelled before it took shape.

——Actually, it’s just a picture.

Perhaps Bruce felt that his painting was really good, so it was a pity to lose it like this.

As for the bat belts, communicators and pillows he sent back, Song Mo could find countless explanations for him without even needing Bruce to ask him. For example, he no longer needed these things and put them away like computer05. Some kind of implied Batman pillow is not suitable for the workplace. As for why it is put in this red box——

Perhaps the only box under the bed happened to be empty when Alfred brought them up.

That's right, these are probably not put in by Bruce Wayne but by Alfred.

The master bedroom was very quiet, and no one chose to speak at the first moment.

Bruce didn't know what to say.

He thought he would feel a little embarrassed when he was hit, or some other emotions such as tingling in the scalp, but to his surprise, he didn't.

Instead, there is a feeling that something that has been blocked for a long time has been unblocked in an instant.

Subconsciously relieved.

In fact, all of this can have a good explanation. As Alfred said he was a self-taught master of deception since he was a child, he can think of countless reasons.

But those are just excuses after all.

The more anxious to explain, the more things will be exposed.

In the end, Song Mo was the first to speak.He folded the portrait again and put it on the storybook.

"If you like this painting very much, I mean, if you think it's very good and want to collect it, just tell me." The young man smiled awkwardly, "Next time I'll draw it for you." a whole body?"

Without waiting for Bruce to speak, he pushed the box back under the bed, stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his knees: "I just found your stolen computer05, boss, Alfred asked me to put it here, I didn't mean to rummage through your stuff—well, I did, though."

"If you don't mind." He looked at Bruce, his voice was tentative, "I'll go back first?"

While talking, Song Mo avoided the man standing at the door, thankfully the door of the master bedroom was big enough, and he could walk out of the room sideways without bumping into anything, but when he was about to leave.

"I send you."

Song Mo paused, and was about to refuse, but Bruce Wayne had already turned and walked towards the garage stairs. He looked at the man's back, and finally followed in silence.

The two stood one behind the other, keeping a safe distance.

Bruce wanted to open the co-pilot's door, but before that, Song Mo had already opened the door by himself and got into the back seat.The man frowned, got into the driver's seat, and glanced at the rearview mirror while fastening his seat belt.

The young man was sitting on the leather chair, which Bruce had only seen a few days ago, the seven-year-old Song Mo's favorite, the sitting posture with his legs together and his hands on his lap.

Neither of the two could figure out why Bruce Wayne was the one who broke through certain things, but why it was Song Mo who felt awkward and cramped in the end.

The car drove out of Wayne Manor under the watchful eye of Alfred with a kind face on the second floor of Wayne Manor. The car was very quiet all the way, no one spoke, until it stopped by the green belt downstairs of Roland's apartment, Song Mocai As if suddenly remembered.

"Wait, the cruiser that Osborne sent me is still on the helipad on your roof."

Bruce paused as he unfastened his seat belt, then he got out of the car and opened the door for Song Mo: "Is there an automatic driving mode?"

Song Mo got out of the car: "Yes, will you send it there for me later?"

Bruce: "Yeah."

The young man took out a pen from his pocket, turned around and tore a note from the lattice drawer in the back seat of the car, leaned against the car window and wrote it, then handed it to Bruce: "This is the address."

The address is an abandoned chemical factory near Roland's apartment. It was originally one of Wayne Enterprises' remodeled territories. A few days ago, it was bought by a New York rich man at a high price, and a private airport was built in a low-key way.

The young man said: "There is a startup password written on the back."

Bruce flipped the note over and it said [indep