Chapter 3

, did you find her?"

Ethan asked as he helped assemble the armor.

The man next to him was wearing a racer-shaped vest, with sweat dripping from his forehead. He was tapping a part and replied, "No. That girl seemed to have disappeared out of thin air."y? !

"Are you awake?" Tony and Ethan looked at each other. Ethan sat beside the bed and said warmly: "Kid, we won't hurt you. Remember? You saved our lives, we just want to help you."

Now that she had been exposed and everyone present had seen her true face, Yuna simply took off her disguise and calmly opened her steel blue eyes, the alertness and vigilance in her eyes clearly visible.

——This means I haven't believed them yet.

Ethan was a little helpless, and at the same time he felt even more distressed. He brought over a nutritious meal and said, "Are you hungry? Eat something first."

The girl made no move. Tony leaned back and asked Ethan in a low voice: "Why do I feel that she is more vigilant? Is it because you look too fierce?"

"...You can do it." Ethan replied to him and said, "Let's go out first."

Yuna heard their conversation clearly.

After the two left, she moved her body. Hiss, it hurts...but it's bearable.

She could feel that her contact lenses had been removed, and since she had been cleaned up, everyone could tell——

She is very similar to Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham.That playboy whose parents are dead, who has money and no place to spend it all day long, who loves extreme sports and hugs him everywhere——

Most likely it's her father.

Yuna was not proud of how accurately she judged people, not to mention that she was a fat sheep. Once this disguise that separated her from the outside world was removed, her insecurity immediately spread throughout her body, even making her irritated and anxious and wanting to scratch her arms severely.

Calm down, calm down, Yuna. This may not be your world, so you need to calm down.

Damn it - she found a very hidden camera. Plus that voice just now... is artificial intelligence, right?

This discovery became the final trigger.

The girl's eyes were dark and cold, and as soon as she moved, pain surged over her like a tidal wave. But she got out of bed as if she was unconscious and looked like a normal person.

She knew that those two people were probably watching her every move in front of the screen.

Yuna closed her eyes and tried to drive the thought out of her mind to stay calm.

great. Perhaps to appease her, the two guys placed her original clothes not far away.

It was a bad decision—and they would know it.

Yuna found the blade stuck to the inside of the sleeve, used it to cut the fabric, and then got some small parts from various parts of the clothes.

The parts mean nothing separately, but if...

Ethan: "...Am I right? Your artificial intelligence didn't discover that there was a bomb hidden in her clothes?!"

Tony: "..."

Tony: "shit!"

There is no need to be so concealed, right? ! Which genius invented this portable bomb? !

Yuna: I said I stole it from the person the Joker traded with, do you believe it?

After the two "didi" alarms, the wall exploded with a "bang".

Yuna did not relax at all, this was only the first step.

Oh, by the way. The location she chose to bomb was a bit of a coincidence - all the equipment that requires power supply should be out of work, right?

Yuna calmly walked out of the gap, without looking back at the strike surveillance behind her. After leaving traces on the grass and trees outside, she quickly returned to the room, holding her breath to hide herself.

After waiting patiently for a while and checking enough in her mind, Yuna walked out carefully and ran as fast as she could in the other direction.

None of the guys in Gotham can catch her.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Yuna felt numb and sticky when she stopped, and there was blood overflowing from the wound.

Her actions were simply seeking death - but she wasn't dead yet.

A cold smile appeared on Yuna's lips.

She sat down carefully behind the garbage pile in the alley and readdressed the wound again. She wasn't sure if they had been lured away, or if they could have found her.

Perhaps, every move she makes now is still in their eyes.

But Yuna only took a few breaths, then dragged her disfigured body out of the trash heap to pick out tattered clothes and put them on, dressing herself up again as she did when she was wandering around Gotham City.

Even without contact lenses, her uneasiness was much lessened, which made her physical pain even more excruciating.

She reluctantly stood up, touched her belly, and suddenly began to regret why she didn't eat the food before leaving.

Come on, who knows what's in the food they give me. Even if I could predict the current situation, I probably wouldn't touch it.

Yuna shook her head and walked away without avoiding the surveillance. She used her height advantage to hide her figure in the crowd. As for food...you can only "get" it.

She quickly locked onto a suitable target, and as she approached without leaving a trace, she found a tall, perfect man wearing a baseball cap standing in front of the stall buying something.

Yuna raised her eyes and glanced at him.

At the same time, the man seemed to sense something and turned his head. From her angle, he could see the handsome face under the baseball cap.

Two pairs of equally dim blue eyes stared at each other for a moment.

If Yuna had hair on her body, it would have exploded by now.

"Danger" was her first reaction when this man looked over. At the same time, her instinct and intuition told her that if she was targeted by him, she would never be able to escape under any circumstances.

Yuna almost used up all her acting skills and reason to look away lightly.

The man didn't seem to pay attention to her anymore.

Yuna's face became even paler, and her lips lost color. She could feel that her consciousness was gradually blurring. If she were older, she would definitely be able to survive it, but she is only six years old now.

The dirty black-haired girl was already a little unsteady on her feet, but most passers-by just glanced at her and left in a hurry because they had something urgent to do.

...No. It seemed like someone had crossed the crowd and stood in front of her, blocking the sun.

Yuna didn't bother to raise her head, but she saw the man holding a large piece of freshly baked soft bread and handing it to her. It was made by the company she was planning to start with just now. It was still wrapped in a paper bag and had not been touched.

"...ah?"

She was rarely confused, maybe because of her blurred consciousness, her mind was spinning slowly.

"Child, give you bread."

A gentle male voice spoke.