Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises

Chapter 169 Arrival in London
With a slight sway, Bruce slowly opened his eyes. After leaving Paradise Island, they entered the cold world. The cool wind in the early morning of winter brushed his cheeks, and his brain quickly woke up.

Breathing out a breath of cool air, Bruce seemed to remember something, his movements became very slow, he got up carefully, stood still on the boat, looked at Diana who was sleeping next to him, who was still soundly asleep at this time, he took a sip With the corner of his mouth pursed, he shook his head absurdly.

The boat was small, and the pilot was sleeping in the stern, he was still wounded, Bruce couldn't squeeze in with him, and Diana was sure to sleep in the bow.

Originally, Bruce planned to lean on the boat and take a nap, but he was annoyed by Diana's constant questions.

About the difference between men and women, about why men can't sleep with women easily, about
Well, Bruce is a blank slate guy in this regard, and he doesn't even understand it very well. Although he can briefly explain Diana from biology, it involves things like attraction of opposite sexes and psychological changes. , he has nothing to say.

So he ended up having to sleep with Diana. But so what!He just slept with this girl back to back for one night, nothing happened, and he didn't have the slightest reverie, absolutely nothing!

Taking a handful of seawater to wet his face and get rid of those strange feelings in his head, Bruce calmed down and walked to the stern. He wanted to check the condition of the pilot. After all, the rest of the trip would depend on his recovery.

Lifting off the two layers of thick animal skin, Bruce looked at the wound on the pilot's waist. It was already getting more and more scarred, and it seemed that these scars would fall off soon.

"It seems that when he returns to land, he can find a doctor to help him remove the stitches." Bruce said with some surprise in his heart.

The super first aid agent developed by Black Eye is so effective, beyond his expectation, but he heard from Alfred that the development cost is very expensive, so the output has always been very small.

After thinking about it, Bruce helped the pilot up. The effect of the sleeping pills in the first aid kit should not be much left now. He was about to return to the land, and he had to wake up the guy who had been sleeping for a long time.

Gently patted and shook his cheeks and shoulders, accompanied by the early winter wind pouring into his body after losing the warm animal skin, the pilot's originally rosy and peaceful face quickly became ugly.

"Ah!" A big sneeze came out of the pilot's nose. Subconsciously, he tightly wrapped the animal skin that fell under him, trembling and slowly opened his eyes. Before he could clearly see the environment he was in, his waist There was a pain in the air.

Just now when I sneezed, I moved too much and pulled the wound
Taking a deep breath, the pilot covered the wound on his waist, and looked around in a daze. When he saw Bruce sitting beside him, his eyes froze, and he subconsciously groped behind him. Then he realized that he was not No guns.

Bruce looked at his movements, didn't mind, took the bag containing water and dry food from the side, and asked peacefully: "Don't remember? The Germans crashed on the sea, you should still have some consciousness at that time Well, where are you from, British or American?"

The pilot frowned and thought about it. The residual effects of strong anesthetics and sedatives prevented his brain from fully functioning, but some memory fragments reminded him at this time.

For example, his mission, the moment he was shot, and the black figure he saw before he lost consciousness
"You are?" Shaking his head, the pilot still looked at Bruce warily. His identity was very special, and he couldn't easily trust anyone, even if the person in front of him might have saved his life.

"Bruce, you can call me Bruce, you were shot, I operated on you, and I took you on board the ship we're under now, and if we're on the right track, we'll be back in London soon Hong Kong."

Bruce took out the water bag, handed it to the pilot, and explained briefly.

"Wait, wait, you said you operated on me? I...damn, I was shot, what time is it on the plane?! The day you rescued me, that note, by the way, you Did you see that notebook on my body!"

Under Bruce's explanation, the pilot seemed to suddenly open the memory valve, patted his forehead, squeezed Bruce's arm anxiously and said, it seems that the notebook is very important to him.

With a little force, Bruce broke away from his hand, then took out a package from the sandbag under him, and comforted him: "It's all in here, all your personal belongings, but your clothes were thrown away by me because of the treatment." up, I"

Before he finished speaking, the pilot snatched the package and quickly rummaged through it, until he took an old notebook in his hand, he seemed to be relieved, and his tense spirit relaxed.

Only at this time did he notice that Bruce still kept the hand that passed him the water, as well as the somewhat helpless look on Bruce's face.

A trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, but it was nothing to him at all. Concealing emotions is one of their most basic lessons. He generously said sorry, and then took the water bag from Bruce's hand.

Five minutes later, Bruce looked at the pilot who was devouring dry food and drinking water, and patted him on the back helplessly again, because Bruce was afraid that he would choke himself to death
"Thank you, thank you." The pilot said indistinctly, then swallowed his mouthful of food with difficulty, and then looked at Bruce, his eyes became much more friendly and intimate.

Not to mention the grace of saving lives, water and food were delivered when they were most needed, and he was about to bring himself back to London safely.

Could this Asian in front of me be the incarnation of God, who came down to save himself when he was desperate?
"Steve, Steve Trevor, my name, sir." The pilot continued to bite his dry food, but looked at Bruce from time to time, and finally said to Bruce suddenly as if he had made a big decision.

"Steve, well, this is a good name. I have a brother who grew up with him named Steve. He used to be a soldier." Bruce said with a smile.

Then, he looked at the tall and strong Steve Trevor, and shook his head again, "But he was much thinner than you at that time, but he was very brave, and so were you."

"Is he an Englishman? What army did he serve in?"

"No, he's American, actually, I think when he was in the military, he was doing a show job, you know, dancing and giving speeches and stuff like that, selling war bonds"

"Well, then he's unlucky."

Someone was talking with them, and the time passed quickly. With the sound of a siren, the two of them woke up from their happy conversation. Looking forward, they saw countless freighters, patrol boats, and, A huge, busy steel pier, and the black smoke above the pier almost covering the entire sky.

"It's London." Looking at this very industrial-age harbor, Bruce thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)