Chapter 66 If you want to pursue excitement, then follow through to the end

"It looks like you've run into some trouble, more than a hundred dollars."

Seeing Thomas's embarrassment, Peter shrugged his shoulders, "If you don't mind, you can tell us about your troubles, maybe we can help."

"No, sir, I just want to borrow another hundred dollars from you, and I will pay you back ten thousand dollars."

Thomas hesitated for a few seconds, and finally rejected Peter.

"You don't seem to know the evil of society, Thomas."

Peter walked slowly to the other side, "Look at this street."

He pointed at two young men smoking at a corner of the street, "Those two guys are discussing where to rob someone tonight, or where to deal with the blind homeless people."

"This kind of crime is everywhere in this city. They are carnivorous predators, and people like you are harmless herbivores in their eyes. If you have a dollar in your hand, they will rob it."

Peter said, looking at the bruised eye sockets of the other party, "I guess the hundred dollars I gave you just now was robbed by them, right?"

Thomas was stared at by Peter's eyes that seemed to see through his heart, and rubbed his temples unnaturally.

The bruised eyes made him upset, and Peter's eyes made him feel even more restless.

Peter took out a "Franklin" from his wallet and handed it to the other party.

"You can take it now, but you can also tell me about the little trouble you encountered, Thomas, what do you choose?"

"I"

Thomas bit his lip, looked up at Peter's meaningful eyes, and then looked at the two guys on the other side of the street.

The two drunk people always looked over here intentionally or unintentionally.

"Maybe."

Thomas took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly became firm, and said to Peter: "Mr. Padrick, maybe we can make a deal."

"Oh? What deal?"

Peter became very interested in this young man who was full of adult temperament in his every move.

"I can buy this bar and give it to you!"

He pointed to a bar in front of the few people and said shockingly.

"I mean not now, I will buy it later, but Mr. Padrick, you have to do something for me."

Peter and Martian Hunter looked at each other.

Thomas continued, "A group of robbers stole my watch. If you help me get it back, I will give you the bar, sir."

"It sounds like a fair deal, but why would I believe you?"

Thomas said confidently, "Because you will believe me, Mr. Padrick. From the moment you lent me the hundred dollars, you chose to believe me. Since you made the choice at the beginning, why don't you continue to believe me?"

The Martian Hunter next to him smiled when he heard this, and said to Peter:

"I think what he said makes some sense, sir. You have already invested two hundred dollars. Giving up now may not be worth the loss."

Peter looked at the Martian Hunter unexpectedly.

You, a green-skinned Martian, do you understand "sunk cost"?

Peter turned his head, stretched out his hand to the boy, narrowed his eyes, "Deal!"

The rain in the city was getting heavier and heavier, and the hazy gray light was divided into strands by the rain, shining through the window into the car, dim and wet.

Peter drove to the place Thomas said and got his watch back for him.

Thomas, sitting in the passenger seat, looked sideways at the water stains dripping on the window.

They didn't talk all the way, and soon they came to a street.

Several hippies stood on the corner, laughing and talking about something.

Peter stopped the car, unfastened the seat belt, and said to Thomas: "Stay here, don't get out of the car."

Thomas nodded and watched Peter walk into the hippies.

The car glass blocked his hearing, and he couldn't hear what Peter said, but the two sides should not have talked very happily.

Peter grabbed a hippie with lightning speed, grabbed the other's throat and slammed him against the wall.

A few minutes later, Peter opened the car door and came in under Thomas' shocked eyes.

"This is your watch, right?"

Staring blankly at the watch Peter handed over, Thomas swallowed his saliva.

"Yes, this is it."

"It seems that things are going well."

Peter started the car with satisfaction.

Watching Thomas put the watch on his wrist, he casually asked him, "Is this watch important to you?"

"Yes, it's a relic left to me by my father."

Thomas stroked the dial with a gloomy expression.

Take a deep breath, look up and look forward, just in time to see a few orphans warming themselves by the fire in the alley.

"Mr. Padrick, stop the car!"

After seeing the orphans warming themselves by the fire, he immediately asked Peter to stop the car.

After parking the car, he quickly pushed the door open and walked out, handing one of the girls the hundred dollars that Peter had given him before.

After saying a few words, Thomas returned to the car.

"So, you borrowed the money just for them?"

Peter asked him.

"Yes, they helped me a lot, if it weren't for them, I might not be able to escape"

Thomas, realizing that he had let the cat out of the bag, immediately shut his mouth.

Peter glanced at him unexpectedly, said nothing, and continued to drive forward.

It seems that this young man has a lot of secrets.

Ten minutes later.

Thomas got out of the car and said goodbye to Peter, then walked quickly to the phone booth in the rain.

Raindrops fell on the phone booth.

Frozen and cold, Thomas put the phone receiver to his ear.

His chin trembled as he waited for the sound to ring.

"Click!"

"This is Wayne Manor, I'm Alfred."

A familiar voice came from the other end of the receiver.

Thomas wanted to say something, but suddenly became timid.

He was never timid, but now he couldn't open his mouth.

"Sir? Madam? Can you speak?"

The person who claimed to be Alfred asked continuously.

Thomas' fingers holding the receiver turned white, and no sound came out of his throat.

Another voice came from the receiver, "Alfred, who are you talking to?"

"A call, Master Wayne, maybe someone called the wrong number."

Alfred hung up the phone directly.

Listening to the busy tone, Thomas hung up the phone weakly, covering his increasingly painful forehead.

Alfred must not know that he is in Metropolis now.

This is not his fault.

The mysterious organization found an identical person to replace him, living as Bruce Wayne.

Alfred certainly could not have imagined that Bruce, who was with him every day, would be a fake.

If he told him the truth, Alfred would definitely be hurt by the mysterious organization.

What should he do? !

Thomas, the boy whose real name is Bruce Wayne, was in a painful tangle.

After a while, Bruce walked out of the phone booth like a zombie.

The rain was getting heavier, and he was shivering with cold because his clothes were wet.

The next second, he suddenly felt the rain on his head disappear.

Looking up, he found an umbrella on his head.

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