The God Killer in the American Comics World

"Change to another batch!"

"Okay!" The nightclub owner looked at Ange and smiled flatteringly.

After a while, a group of girls with giggles and flashy clothes came to the booth.

Ange picked two girls who looked good and sat down. With the beauty in his arms, he tasted the foreign wine that cost hundreds of dollars a bottle and listened to the big wavy beauty dressed like a canary on the stage singing a seductive song with a graceful European and American voice. It was a classic golden song, Britney Spears' "3".

Under the neon lights, the seductive voices stimulated the hormones in the young beauties on the dance floor. They twisted their waists hard, showing their sexy bodies, and cast seductive eyes on the sponsors in the booths from time to time.

Ange felt very comfortable.

There was a mirror not far away. Looking at himself in the mirror, Ange fell into a brief contemplation.

The young black-haired man in the mirror, who was obviously less than 20 years old, wore an expensive tailor-made black suit, a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, and a gold chain as thick as a thumb. He had the yellow skin of a dragonborn and a handsome face that could be a first-line movie star.

His facial features were still his, but he seemed to have undergone a minor plastic surgery, and he was handsome enough to make most women crazy and call him giegie.

Yes!

He traveled through time.

But his life was too good.

As soon as he came through, he found that the original owner of this body had died of drunkenness in a very clean and high-end toilet.

This is not important. What is important is that the black bank card with gold edges in his pocket has his own signature on the back.

According to the remaining vague memory, this card seems to have no upper limit.

Next, the flattering face of the nightclub owner who came to serve him proved that his memory was correct.

He was a man who often came here to spend a lot of money.

And there were even two bodyguards around him who were dressed in black, extremely burly, and obviously had weapons on their waists.

Ange originally wanted to ask where he had traveled to.

Now it seems that this is not important.

Since 100 million is already a small goal, then enjoy it!

Ange raised his glass and shouted excitedly: "Drink! Drink it all! Everyone must be drunk tonight! All the drinks are mine--"

As soon as the last sentence came out, the whole audience was in an uproar.

The men were cheering and the women were screaming.

The men cast envious and jealous eyes.

The women wanted to eat Ange alive on the spot.

Late at night, Ange slipped out of the back door of the nightclub to smoke a cigarette.

"Louis, I want to be quiet." He ordered the bodyguard.

"Okay, Boss!" The two bodyguards walked to the end of the alley tactfully, about ten meters away from Ange, and turned their heads to glance at Ange from time to time.

At this moment, a flash of light appeared behind Ange's head, and a slender figure fell out from it.

This is not a wife who needs to be inflated, or a paper man.

A beautiful girl!

Ang opened his hazy eyes, but couldn't see clearly. Did he still think that this girl was not a hundred times prettier than those coquettish bitches inside?

He tried to pick up the girl in a daze.

She was too heavy to drag.

"Bang!" The crisp metal sound echoed in the back alley.

Hearing the noise, two bodyguards rushed over, and then Louis smiled knowingly: "Boss, you really have good taste!"

"Isn't it? My taste is always good." Ang replied drunkenly.

Louis winked at another bodyguard, who understood and ran to drive.

He felt a little strange about the woman's golden armor, but as a bodyguard, the most important thing is to keep his mouth shut.

This is a nightclub!

Are there any girls wearing cosplay costumes?

Nurse costumes, maid costumes, etc.

The day before yesterday, he also saw a girl wearing a tight suit and a full-face mask with cat ears. To be honest, this girl has a really good figure.

"Uh, how come she's wearing armor in cosplay? Is this the real thing?"

"She's really willing to spend money on it."

The two bodyguards muttered as they hurriedly carried the beauty to Ange's extended Lincoln sedan and quickly returned to Ange's house in the suburbs.

After opening the main door of the villa, they drove for half a minute to reach this modern abstract mansion with a metal arc structure.

Of course, servants came to carry Ange and sent the beauty to Ange's bedroom.

Unfortunately, Ange drank too much and fell asleep on the bed.

"Hoo! Hoo--"

When I woke up in the morning, I saw a fairy-like beautiful female face, with delicate facial features that were almost like works of art, and with the dripping of water, it looked particularly attractive. Completely different from those Internet celebrities with makeup all over their faces, her pure and heroic temperament could not be learned by anyone.

Who... is she! ?

Ange, who did not expect this scene, was stunned on the spot.

Finally, he recalled what ridiculous things he had done during his hangover, and then he realized that something was wrong.

What was even worse was that when he looked closely at this stunning face, his damn heart beat faster unconsciously.

Not because of excitement, but because of shock.

Wow!

I found Wonder Woman last night! ?

How is this possible?

"Am I watching TV?"

It seemed that the word [TV] triggered the keyword of the smart device in the room, and the 150-inch TV in his bedroom suddenly turned on by itself, broadcasting the morning news.

On the 8k high-resolution TV screen, Ange saw a face that made him feel annoyed.

A voice came from the TV: "Gotham City Morning News - [Stark Industries] has demonstrated its amazing strength that is no less than Wayne Group, and its arms sales..."

The morning breeze was a little cold.

Anger's heart was also cold.

Damn!

I traveled to the 'simple-minded Gotham City'! ?

Not only Gotham City, but also the Earth, which is located at the core of the two worlds of DC and Marvel?

It's destined to be full of disasters!

Anger's hands were shaking a little.

Wonder Woman beside him was not sleeping peacefully. She seemed to be tortured by some terrible extraordinary power. Her eyelids and facial muscles kept twitching slightly. Her hands unconsciously scratched the sheets. It looked very painful.

Anger called several times, but she didn't respond.

"It's a big deal! Something must be wrong." As a time traveler, Anger knew Wonder Woman's performance in the two movies, but he had never heard of her suffering such a crime.

Just as Ange was concentrating on Wonder Woman's face, a translucent light screen was projected in the center of his vision:

Name: Diana Prince.

Nickname: Wonder Woman.

Status: Coma due to power failure.

"Power failure?" Ange was dumbfounded: "Wonder Woman is in trouble, and this is Gotham City, then... the rest of the Justice League, Mr. Bat, come to rescue!"

He turned his head and was about to make a bat mark to call the [Money Ability User] over when he accidentally glanced at several photo frames in his room.

There was a single photo of the dead Ange, and there was also a photo of a half-grown Ange and a woman.

The original owner's mother was a very beautiful dragon woman, but Ange felt something was wrong as he looked at it.

Single mother?

Where is the original owner's father?

Could his father be the Ten-mile Slope Sword God who went into the wild area and couldn't come out no matter how much he begged? This kind of guy who doesn't even come to the fountain when someone rushes to him has a 'nice' title - Wild Dad!

As for who his wild father is, Ang searched all the memories of the original owner and still didn't know.

"Well, who wants to find a father for nothing?"

Shaking his head, Ang's eyes refocused on Wonder Woman, and suddenly he said with a bad taste: "Hehehehe! Wonder Woman! You don't want your Steve to know that I picked up your body last night, right?"

It's fun to talk nonsense, and it's fun to talk nonsense all the time.

After talking nonsense, Ang was scared.

He didn't know which period of Wonder Woman this was, but any woman who left the Amazon Paradise Island probably had sufficient life experience.

It's not that he was afraid, but that if he angered Wonder Woman, she would punch him, and he might, no, he would really die.

Then, what should he do?

At this moment, a news report suddenly appeared on the TV.

"Special report, last night it was suspected that Batman and the Penguin Gang had a gunfight. A huge explosion was heard at the scene, and many bloodstains were found. There were also witnesses who said that they saw a bat-shaped plane crash with their own eyes."

Anger: "..."

Bat Master is also unreliable sometimes!

Anger found that he had too little information. He was not too sure what the current situation of Gotham City was like.

Batman was injured as a common occurrence.

He was just a mortal after all.

Looking at Wonder Woman in leather armor and brass shoulder armor, Anger was not sure whether she had started to do justice in Gotham City and offended a group of criminals.

There is no doubt that Wonder Woman is a hot potato in his home.

At this time, the system suddenly popped up: [Detected a critical talent activation event...Forced task released-protect Wonder Woman until she wakes up. If the task fails, this system will be permanently shut down immediately. According to the host's current physical condition, shutting down the system will cause the host to die. Successfully protecting Wonder Woman Diana will give the host a chance to obtain a single universe-level talent. 】

Is there any need to choose? Ange immediately started working. He snapped his fingers and the intelligent system started calling according to the settings. A few seconds later, a silver-haired butler in a well-fitting suit appeared on the videophone screen next to the door.

"Master Ange, you called me?"

"Frank, get ready, I'm going out to sea today."

The rich people in Gotham City always have various ways to protect themselves. The chaos and sins in the slums seem to have nothing to do with the rich areas. God seems to have put heaven and hell in Gotham City at the same time.

As an inexplicably rich second generation, Ange has a 100-foot yacht called [Brenhill].

In his memory, the previous owner often had parties with a group of beautiful girls on it.

Not long after, butler Frank came with a tablet computer.

Unexpectedly, Ange waved his hand: "I'm going out to sea with Miss Prince today, let Louis and the others come over."

When the bodyguards knew that their young master wanted them to carry the girl they picked up last night to the yacht, their expressions were very strange.

Last night it was called picking up a corpse, what is it called today? ——

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