27. Gotham: Stan
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The farmer was delighted that someone liked her lucky purple shorts. Appreciation of purple shorts usually indicates a person has a broad aesthetic and appreciation for things. So, after Red Hood complimented her outfit, the farmer unilaterally added her to his friend group.
The transport truck parked safely on the side of the road, making a perfect retreat before the Gotham Police Department arrived to clean up the mess. Aria sat in the back seat, trying to understand the somewhat complicated interpersonal relationships in Zuzu City: "Do you know Wayne?"
"Are you invited to the party too?"
She heard a cold snort. If they weren't so close, the sound would have quickly dissipated in the wind: "Everyone in Gotham knows Bruce Wayne."
I see, this means the relationship isn't that good.
The Red Hood behind him fell silent, accelerating furiously. The red-painted motorcycle quickly overtook the car in front. The driver watched in amazement as the two men sped away. The distance between them, so close just a moment ago, suddenly became vast. The farmer looked back and saw him frantically pulling out his phone, trying to record the scene.
Aria sat up straight and looked serious. Red Hood seemed to have an eye behind him. Before Aria could point it out, he said directly: "It's okay, his video can't be posted online." At most, it will be spread in a small circle and then locked down. He was still confident of this.
But the farmer obviously didn't think so. She was concerned about other issues: "I'm not wearing a helmet. If he takes a picture of us and reports it to the traffic system, we will be punished!" Isn't it true that everyone wears a motorcycle helmet on their head at all times?
So during the bumpy ride, the farmer took out his cell phone, turned on the video function and took a short video of the driver - it must be mentioned that the Wayne Group's cell phone camera function is quite excellent, and it can capture the other party's movements clearly even from such a long distance.
"If he reports us, I will also report him for playing with his phone while driving." Putting away his phone, the farmer vowed: "I already know the rules here very well." Isn't it just the survival of the fittest? Players adapt to the environment very quickly.
“…”
Besides being New Jersey, where motorcycle helmets are mandatory, this is also Gotham, an independent, autonomous city. Worried about reporting a lawless thug who didn't even have a license plate on his bike? Perhaps he hadn't slept well in the past few days, and finally started hallucinating.
Jason Todd was not actually a man of few words. On the contrary, he always liked to make some puns or witty remarks during battle - it was just that he used to say them out loud, but now he complained more in his mind, occasionally letting out a few words.
But even he felt choked up at that moment—like when you've tried so hard to trick a pedophile online and then find out offline that it's actually a little boy. That feeling of not knowing how to explain it within the other person's worldview, of feeling like any word would destroy their vision of this beautiful world, had successfully reduced Red Hood to a cool, reserved person.
"……fine."
If everyone in Gotham were like her, it would have been named one of the "Top Ten Best Cities to Visit in the United States" long ago.
Fortunately, the farmer did not use her "superpower" of shocking others during the rest of the car journey. It seemed that the newly elected mayor had sent a message asking her to change her clothes before the dinner started. The farmer, who temporarily lost her freedom of dress, fell into a long silence in the back seat.
The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and Jason Todd felt a bit uncomfortable. He placed Aria down in the position they had agreed upon. He clearly hated meddling, yet he was offering advice: "If you really like these pants..." Given the aesthetic requirements for appreciating these pants, even three "ifs" might not be enough.
Red Hood is genuinely thinking, "Just go straight to the dinner."
"If he complains to you, just say he saved a truck full of explosives on the way and didn't have time to change his clothes."
"Is it worth spending time on the explosives truck that endangers Gotham, or is it more appropriate to use this time to choose a set of clothes that will make the mayor look good? The mayor knows better than anyone." Even if it is just a superficial act of being friendly, any mayor of Gotham knows how to answer this question.
Aria didn't insist on wearing purple shorts to the dinner party - although Lewis's dialogue could be skipped like the previous NPCs, making him scream like a bat in front of so many upper-class people would probably be as much of a prank as throwing his shorts into the soup.
The future construction of Gotham still depends on Lewis's open operation, so the farmer naturally decided to find a place to change.
“Thanks for the advice,” the farmer said, typing away on his phone. “But that’s not the reason…”
Aria flipped her phone over to show Red Hood the conversation between her and the mayor. "I'm legitimately requesting reimbursement for my costume purchase."
The money from the dock is not counted as property, so it should be okay if it is distributed personally by Mayor Lewis, right?
Seeing the game box suddenly increase by two hundred dollars, Aria smiled as if she had picked up so much money on the road.
"Done."
"You definitely don't know where to buy women's clothing." She looked up and waved her fingers awkwardly between her eyebrows. "My friend, then, see you later."
Who said he didn't know? Even if he didn't know, Artemis definitely knew... Well, she might not know, and Bizarro was even less likely to know... In a sense, she was absolutely right.
But why should he care whether the mayor's bodyguard has a place to buy women's clothing?
…
Lewis has always been stingy. Aria would suspect that he had embezzled public funds for Gotham's construction if he could ask him for two hundred dollars.
With this money, she definitely couldn't go to the Upper East Side where luxury goods are everywhere. Aria wandered around the new city for a long time and met a mysterious man in an alley.
The man was standing in the alley wearing a large and old windbreaker, looking like the kind of weirdo who would suddenly open his clothes to show his body. The farmer walked past cautiously, ready to make him regret being born into this world forever if the man showed his head.
Unexpectedly, the man suddenly grinned strangely and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you want powder?"
Aria was confused. Even though the mill hadn't been built yet, the recipes she'd obtained so far didn't require large quantities of flour. After she shook her head, the man seemed to have completely lost interest, concentrating on his nearly burnt cigarette. After she took a few more steps, the man suddenly spoke again.
"Then what are you doing here?"
"Buying clothes." The first impression was not good. The farmer was always instinctively wary of him and his tone was not very friendly.
Her serious answer seemed to amuse the other person. The man hadn't realized that the man in front of him could kill him with just a few punches, so he spoke in an almost teasing tone: "...What's the new code word for buying clothes?"
"Buying clothes means buying clothes." This is Zuzu City. Does he think this is a farm where he can do everything by himself?
Aria decided that if the other party said another word of nonsense, she would beat him from the beginning to the end of the alley, without any hesitation.
The murderous aura she exuded finally made the man realize what fate he would suffer if he made another inappropriate joke. He sneered and handed over a tattered note.
An address between New Town and Crime Alley.
"They have cheap clothes for sale here," the man said, throwing the still-smoking cigarette butt to the ground and crushing it with his foot. "They failed in their previous clothing business, and they have a batch of goods they need to sell."
He bared his teeth at Aria: "In return, just give me a message."
"Tell them, 'Stan's been watching.'"
…
Ten minutes later, Aria emerged from the alley, leaving the man rolling on the ground.
Sorry, she wanted to hold back, but ended up punching him in the face.
…
Aria stood in front of the door holding a somewhat worn piece of paper and knocked on the door three times seriously.
Thinking it was that bastard Stan again, Holly Robinson opened the door cursing, only to see a strange face.
"Who are you looking for?"
Holly, with her explosive pink hair, asked. The fact that they were of the same gender made her feel a little less wary, and her frowned brows relaxed. "Maybe you've got the wrong person. We haven't had any guests recently."
"I was introduced here by someone else." Aria scratched her head, unsure whether this was truly a clothing store or some new crime scene. She simply asked, "Excuse me, can I buy clothes here?"
"Sure." Holly looked at Aria for a moment, then made way for her. "But the designer is very busy right now, so there's no time for custom orders. You can only get ready-made clothes."
Aria felt relieved when she saw the mannequins in the room. Although she was a little puzzled as to why a clothing store would be located in a residential area, she thought that even in dilapidated houses, there were mice selling hats. So, it probably wasn't surprising that a clothing store would be located in Zuzu City.
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This is to make up for yesterday's update, and there will be another update today (trying to roll the keyboard with your face.jpg
The Catwoman part has some private settings and magic changes, but it is true that Stan is a bad person
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