socalfunplaces Chapter 186 Mother Box News
Chapter 186 Mother Box News
Chapter 186 Mother Box News
"you……"
Everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events.
First, Mr. Blair became enraged and tried to beat up a middle school boy. Then, Mr. Bruce Wayne, who had returned, became even more enraged and directly broke the arm of Mr. Blair, Philadelphia's richest man.
"Cool!" After a brief moment of stunned silence, Billy was the first to react: "That's awesome!"
He got so carried away that he pulled his stinky feet out of his shoes, which he hadn't even fully put on, and tried to stomp on Blair, who was lying on the ground. Of course, this action led to his adoptive father, Victor Vasquez, grabbing him from behind and lifting him up.
"Hey, let me go!"
Billy flailed his arms wildly, but he couldn't stop the middle-aged man with glasses from forcefully pulling him backward.
"This is insane!"
"This is no fun at all." But then he heard the voice of his adoptive father, Victor Vasquez.
After pulling Billy to the back, he and Principal Beach went forward to help Blair, who was lying on the ground.
"This is intentional assault," the middle-aged man with glasses said very seriously.
He met the gaze of the imposing Bruce Wayne without flinching. Only when they stood close enough did Billy belatedly realize that his adoptive father was a full half-head shorter than Mr. Wayne.
Billy then realized that the atmosphere had become somewhat tense.
"Get out of my way," he heard Mr. Wayne say to his foster father. "Don't get in my way, sir."
Billy almost felt his heart skip a beat. Mr. Wayne was terrifying when he squinted; it was like a giant bat spreading its wings.
"I'm sorry, I can't."
But his adoptive father answered the burly, wealthy man.
He spoke clearly and argued his case forcefully, without backing down in the slightest:
"You can't attack Mr. Blair anymore. He certainly deserves to be punished or pay the price, but not in this way, and not in front of the children."
Billy started to worry that his foster father would get beaten up—damn it, why should I worry about this? But it's just another host family…
"Oh my God, my arm is broken..."
Billy looked down and saw Mr. Blair groaning in pain.
His arm was twisted abnormally, and it looked painful. His previously arrogant face had turned deathly pale with intense pain, and he lay curled up on the ground like a shrimp.
Billy sighed.
Okay, he knows it's cowardly, right? This man lying on the ground was just about to attack him, and now he's speaking up for that scumbag…
Billy shook his head.
He is a sensible child. Even though he may seem carefree and ignorant, after moving between dozens of host families over the years, he still understands the boundaries of what is right and wrong.
He could fight with Mr. Blair's son, and when he got angry, he could even insult him directly because he was younger.
But to twist an arm off directly... that clearly goes beyond the boundaries of a normal conflict.
Perhaps Mr. Bruce Wayne attacked Mr. Blair out of righteous indignation, but would he stay in Philadelphia forever? No, but Mr. Blair would.
He had to... he had to think about his adoptive father.
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mr. Wayne, you..."
"Mr. Blair, are you planning to call the police?"
But Billy heard Mr. Wayne's voice the next moment: "Just tell me, and this child... Your name is Billy Batson, right?"
"Ah, yes. Yes, sir," Billy said somewhat haltingly.
He lowered his head, and from his angle, he could just see the expression on Mr. Blair's face.
The pained resentment emanating from that expression sent a chill down Billy's spine. It was the first time he had ever seen anyone with such an expression. Although his age made it difficult for him to discern what the expression meant, he still felt extremely uncomfortable.
But that expression quickly vanished from Mr. Blair's face.
Billy saw that when he turned to face Mr. Wayne, he had a completely different face.
"No, I have absolutely no intention of calling the police."
His face hardened with a fawning expression, forcing himself to swallow the pain like a lapdog: "Please rest assured."
"Huh?" Billy said, "But your arm is broken!"
"I broke it myself!" Mr. Blair's face even showed a hint of anxiety. "It has nothing to do with Mr. Wayne!"
"Mr. Blair, if you want to call the police, I can..."
Principal Pitch helped him up from the ground, but before he could finish speaking, Blair, whose arms were both broken, struggled to break free of his support.
Blair made a decisive decision; since he was determined not to fall out with Bruce Wayne, he would see it through to the end.
He forced a smile and laughed, trying to sound relaxed: "I did make a mistake this time, I admit it, hahaha!"
As he laughed, his face contorted in pain. He had always lived a life of luxury and had never suffered such hardship.
"Hahahaha, I hurt my own arm! Mr. Wayne and I are friendly business partners, hahaha, we have a great relationship!"
When he was lying through his teeth and getting to the last sentence, he tried his best to control himself so that he didn't show a gritted-teeth expression.
Then he saw Bruce Wayne's lips curl into a smile again.
This relieved him.
This hurdle has been overcome. As long as the partnership with Wayne Group isn't lost, the losses won't be too severe. His self-torture wasn't in vain.
He's so stupid! Knowing perfectly well that Mr. Bruce Wayne had only been gone a short while, he still acted arrogantly in the principal's office. The prospect of becoming an even bigger millionaire through cooperation with the Wayne Group had him so excited that he couldn't tolerate the slightest disobedience.
As a result, Mr. Wayne saw it and almost made things worse. Such behavior was just too, too, too stupid.
Fortunately, it can still be salvaged.
"I will absolutely not call the police," he assured repeatedly. "Absolutely not."
"Really? But I'm going to call the police."
"...?"
Click.
Mr. Blair's smile froze on his face.
Before he could react, he found himself suddenly handcuffed by Mr. Bruce on his severed arms. The next second, several men in black suits filed in, accompanied by two policemen.
Blair stared blankly as the man in the black suit walked up to Bruce Wayne and said, "Mr. Wayne, thank you for helping us capture him."
"you……"
Mr. Blair had a vague suspicion in his mind, but he was unwilling to believe it.
"Hey, Mr. Bruce, you're always joking, this is..."
Looking at Mr. Bruce Wayne, who still had a smile on his face, a smile that had made him think he had passed the test just seconds before, now only brought him a chilling feeling.
Bruce Wayne did not answer his question.
"Mr. Wayne? Mr. Wayne?"
When the two policemen approached, he finally snapped, his voice filled with fear:
"What right do you have to arrest me? Who are you?"
"What are you doing? Ouch!"
He cried out in pain as the two policemen flanking him touched his severed arm. He dared not move again, simply staring blankly at Bruce Wayne.
"Mr. Wayne, what's going on?"
The next second, Blair saw the man in the black suit next to Bruce Wayne pull out his ID: "IRS."
"That is, the Internal Revenue Service, the U.S. Internal Revenue Service."
The other party deliberately explained in detail what he did, which was more of a taunt than an explanation: "He belongs to the U.S. Treasury Department."
Then, in perfect harmony, came the voice of Bruce Wayne:
"Mr. Blair, while I was representing Wayne Enterprises in business negotiations with you, I unfortunately discovered that your company has serious tax problems. Enough to send you and your accountants to jail for more than ten years."
Blair turned his head and looked at Bruce Wayne.
"How could a large corporation like Wayne Enterprises cooperate with a company suspected of tax evasion? That's why I reported you."
"Because you have the ability and habit of carrying a gun, in order to prevent you from resisting arrest, Mr. Bruce Wayne volunteered to use his identity to lower your guard, thus making it easier to arrest you—"
"Actually, this kind of thing is against regulations, but in an emergency, it's a matter of expediency, so it's also compliant," Blair heard Wayne say. "I asked some friends for help, and then donated a few hundred million dollars, and they finally relented and let me experience the thrill of making an arrest myself."
He said, still wanting more, "That was so much fun!"
"How dare you, how dare you..."
Mr. Blair was so angry he couldn't speak: "You asked me for those documents under the guise of wanting to cooperate with my company, but actually..."
"That's right, Mr. Bruce handed everything over to us. Otherwise, with your accounting skills, we wouldn't have had the chance to catch you so easily."
The words from the man in the black suit made Blair want to vomit blood even more: "But you were stupid enough to show Mr. Wayne your real accounts, which is tantamount to confessing to us directly."
"You..." Blair racked his brains: "You...you can't ruin your reputation because of me, Mr. Wayne."
He spoke rapidly, "I trusted you, that's why I handed over my company's data to you, but you directly gave it to the tax bureau and sent me to jail!"
He quickly said, "No one will dare to submit accurate data to you anymore, because all companies have tax issues to some extent. You're ruining your own reputation—"
He quickly tried to salvage the situation: "I apologize to you, my sincere apology, but this shouldn't be my ending!!!"
Finally, he could no longer maintain his facade of politeness and roared hoarsely, "How dare you! How dare you?!"
But the next second, he screamed as the police used a stun gun on him, and then, ignoring his severed arm, they carried him away, one on each side.
"Pfft." Billy heard Mr. Bruce chuckle.
"They can't even handle legal tax avoidance, yet they want to cooperate with the Wayne family?"
He turned his head and smiled amicably at the remaining three people present.
He was as gentle as a brown bear, then extended his hand to Billy's adoptive father: "I'm Bruce Wayne, nice to meet you."
Billy's adoptive father, Victor, awkwardly extended his hand:
"Victor Vasquez."
"Mr. Vasquez, your courage is admirable," said Victor, the foster father, upon hearing Mr. Bruce say, "Not everyone has the courage to contradict me."
"My goodness, Mr. Wayne, didn't you come to our school because of Mr. Blair, Philadelphia's richest man?"
Principal Pitch's voice broke their conversation.
The red-haired old woman covered her forehead, feeling as if she was about to faint from what was happening before her eyes.
"If it weren't for Mr. Blair, why would you have graced our small high school with your presence?"
"Oh, no need to be modest. Fawcett High School is probably one of the best high schools in Philadelphia, and as for why I'm here..."
All eyes followed Chen Tao and landed on a bewildered Billy Batson.
"Are you here for Billy?"
Principal Pitch opened his mouth, but the events of the past few minutes had left him almost speechless.
"Mr. Bruce, but he's just an ordinary..."
The adoptive father, Victor Vasquez, wanted to say something more, but Chen Tao stopped him by reaching out.
"Of course not, Billy. You know perfectly well why I came to find you, don't you?"
Billy felt his heart pounding very fast.
"...the wisdom of Solomon, the strength of Hercules, the endurance of Atlas, the divine power of Zeus, the courage of Achilles, the speed of Mercury..."
The old wizard's voice boomed in Billy's ears, making him feel slightly dizzy.
"The world needs you, Billy, the world needs your strength. Just like ancient heroes such as Hercules and Achilles."
He heard Mr. Bruce Wayne say, "Are you sure you want to hear this from me here?"
"No, no, no, Mr. Wayne."
Billy immediately stood up and looked at his adoptive father with pleading eyes: "Please, Victor, let's talk about this somewhere else."
"You..." The adoptive father, Victor, was also in a state of confusion. He looked at Bruce Wayne, who was standing there, and then at his adopted son.
I have never felt that the world before me is so unfamiliar.
"Okay," he said.
"But as your guardian, you must explain this to me afterwards."
Ding ding ding ding ding...
But just then, Chen Tao's communicator rang.
Chen Tao walked to the side.
As soon as he answered the call, he heard the other end say:
"Batman, new information, we've found the Mother Box."
"The government has been hiding information from us, but we still managed to track it down."
Dick Grayson's voice rang in Chen Tao's ears: "It's currently at the American Interplanetary Laboratory."
"The scientist who led the research on the Mother Box is named Silas Stone."
"And his son, Victor Stone, is one of the targets you instructed us to keep a close watch on."
(End of this chapter)