The correct way to attack the villain

Chapter 19

Thanks to Trask's timid and rigorous character, in order not to expose this secret passage, the corner of the secret passage close to the Penguin's underground clubhouse was arranged as a pink dressing room, the private luxury version, without keys and without keys. People can come in.

Pressing the button, the door of the secret passage closed again. Song Mo looked at the dressing room and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Scott held the leech in one hand, and as an innocent little virgin who had never even entered a girl's room, he coughed slightly cautiously: "What should we do next?"

Song Mo took out his palm-sized brain from his pocket, and called up the virtual map of the Penguin's underground clubhouse with one hand: "You follow this route, first enter the exit of the side passage from the backstage, and their patrol guards will be there in an hour. During a shift change, there is 5 minutes of action time in the middle, and I will hack the surveillance here, and you just hide in this position—"

Song Mo randomly picked up an eyebrow pencil and clicked on the monitoring projection on the virtual light screen: "This is their only patrol blind spot, you wait for me there, and I will meet you after I get the access chip."

"You shouldn't mess up such a simple thing, right?"

After he finished speaking, he glanced lightly at the leech. The leech hugged Scott's neck, and he flinched at the sight, but he couldn't help but secretly looked back with those blue eyes curiously.

Scott couldn't help but ask, "What about you?"

"I originally planned to go to the gambling area first. After all, it is the only way for men to get admission tickets. But you sounded the alarm, and the outside must be full of our wanted photos. I definitely can't go in like this again."

Fingertips across the row of brand new women's clothing, Song Mo saw the expression on Scott's face, and said impatiently: "Okay, of course I will follow my way, the door is there, don't waste time."

He took out a communicator that comes with the brain and handed it to Cyclops: "Keep in touch, get out."

Scott glanced at Song Mo again, then nodded solemnly, then turned around and quickly disappeared into the room.

After the sound of footsteps in his ears completely disappeared, Song Mo picked out the most suitable dress for action from the row of women's evening dresses, and then licked the corners of his mouth.

The cosmetics in front of the dressing table have not even been opened, and everything reflects that "this room is just a cover-up used by Trask to hide Lex Stryker", even the dresses are brand new.

After 10 minutes, Scott came to the exit of the auxiliary passage. According to Song Mo, he hid in the first surveillance blind spot—a huge beam full of Central European century style, and looked at the bodyguards guarding the door one by one below. Surrounded by the noisy sounds of underground places, through the window, one can see the corrupt life of the upper class indoors that cannot be put on the table.

There is everything here, gambling, arenas, sensual trading, full of violence, drugs, money and sex.

Scott took off his sunglasses and put them on the leech's face: "You are still underage, you can't see these."

Leech hurriedly caught the sunglasses, which were several sizes too big for him and were about to fall off as soon as he put them on, and responded obediently: "Okay."

Scott took out the communicator and pressed the button.

A palm-sized virtual light screen appeared in front of him.

"I'm here, you—"

Cyclops was talking, suddenly, as if being strangled by someone, the conversation stopped abruptly, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you don't say anything.

On the other side of the light screen was a girl with exquisite facial features sitting in front of the dressing table.

That's right, girl.

A girl with a Song Mo face.

And Scott also had to admit that this "girl" was pretty damn good.

So for the next 10 minutes Cyclops stared blankly at the whole process of a delicate mixed-race boy turning into a stunningly beautiful girl. Lian Song Mo unabashedly lifted up his jacket to reveal the corset inside, and then moved to the position on the chest of the corset I stuffed two chest stickers and didn't respond.

Song Mo put down the dress, put on the matching feather veiled top hat, looked at Scott's silly face on the light screen, and blinked: "How is it, does it look good?"

Even the voice became shriller.

Scott felt that in just one hour, he completely overturned all his impressions of Song Mo, and there was no limit to each time.

Good looks, good grades, accurate marksmanship, quick skills, hacking into any system is easy, listens to the piano and is good at cooking, and even has first-class makeup skills——

"Is there anything else you can't do?"

Song Mo pressed the light-off screen, stuffed the mini-communicator into his ear, straightened the edge of the dress's wrinkles, and said, "Maybe it's about having a baby? That's very difficult for me."

The door of the dressing room was pushed open, and the noise from outside immediately flooded in.

On the periphery of the venue, waiters stood at the door to welcome the wealthy people in high-end suits, and checked their invitation letters by the way.

"You go in like this?"

In the communicator, Scott asked him softly.

Song Moxiang opened the fan inadvertently, covering his open and closed mouth, only showing a pair of blue eyes to look around the venue: "This is the most time-saving way."

"But you don't have an invitation letter?"

"Of course, women don't need invitation letters here, it's something that men only have."

But you are not a lady.

Scott, who was watching the light screen monitoring in real time on the beam, said so in his heart.

Song Mo smiled and nodded to a passing waiter, and calmly scanned the rich people who came in and out.Most of them were holding their female companions on their arms, and he was not in a hurry, standing aside quietly with a natural posture, as if he was really waiting for the non-existent male companion.

"It would be embarrassing to meet acquaintances at this time." Scott teased, "But you shouldn't be so unlucky."

After finishing speaking, Scott saw Song Mo squint his eyes.

He couldn't help straightening his back: "What's wrong?"

Song Mo looked at the tall man who was greeted by the waiter at the door, the only man who came and went without a female companion, and said delicately: "Eat shit, you crow mouth."

Scott: "..."

The man was wearing a blue shirt and an expensive custom-made suit that looked expensive at first glance. He was tall and handsome with a face that was probably a household name in Gotham.

Scott: "...who?"

"Bruce Wayne." Song Mo whispered, "The billionaire who controls Gotham's economic lifeline has established fourteen different defense equipment subsidiaries under his name. If you have no idea about this, you probably are."

"With 1, you won't be able to earn his month's money in a lifetime."

Scott: "...you know him?"

Song Mo: "He is my future boss."

Scott: "What?"

About the fact that he will not join the X-Men after graduation, probably only Qin knows, Song Mo didn't explain anything, he closed his fan, and stopped in front of the man with light steps.

"Good evening, Mr. Wayne, allow me to introduce myself."

Out of gentlemanly etiquette, the billionaire did not immediately push away the pretty girl in front of him.

So he completely lost the chance to push her away.

The light fan rested on the man's strong abdominal muscles, and the pocket pistol hidden in the fan.

The girl smiled like a flower: "I am your female companion, sir."