NOVEL NEXT American Comics: The Law of Strength
Chapter 57
"Bang!"
With a loud sound, the solid wooden dummy with a unit price of four thousand dollars exploded under Peter's fist, turned into debris in the sky, and floated in the air.
And Peter ran out of strength, but the movement did not stop, he threw himself forward along the fist, supported the ground with one hand, bent his legs, the whole person was pressed like a spring, and then he suddenly exerted force, and the whole person bounced towards another dummy like a sharp sword.
"Click!"
The dummy was trampled under Peter's feet and immediately shattered.
At the same time that Peter landed on the ground, the nearby lighting equipment began to flicker, and there was light condensation in the palm of his hand, but this time he did not directly aim the "enemy" with his palm to cast a light cannon as usual, but leaned over and rushed to the next dummy like a cheetah.
His fist seemed to have a flame in it, and he punched it without any fancy, his movements seemed light, but each punch brought out a terrifying wind pressure, and when his fist landed on the dummy, there was also a flash of light.
It's been five days since he and Gwen helped Diane regain control of the family and Fisk reached a partnership.
As a new high-ranking member of the Bernano family, Peter naturally lived in the manor, and in the past five days, he has been carrying out this kind of high-intensity training to adapt to his physique and ability.
During these days he experimented with various fighting styles, sometimes agile, sometimes steady, and sometimes... Rampage.
Peter wants to hone these abilities while also creating a fighting style that is more in line with himself, or more suitable for a superpower.
With strong light and explosions, flying wood chips and a "corpse" of a dummy floated chaotically all over the venue, just like the filming site of an R-rated gunfight movie.
After dismembering the last dummy, Peter stood in the center of the field, quietly calming his breath.
And the housekeeper Cotton, who had been waiting at the door of the training ground for a long time, handed over a towel in time.
"What an impressive way to fight, Mr. Peter."
Peter only shrugged his shoulders in the face of Cotten's praise, he knew that this combat method was not perfect, and now it was very reluctant to say that the prototype was strong, and the reason why it looked powerful was only due to his "basic attributes" being high enough.
However, he didn't bother to correct Cotten's statement, and just asked lightly:
"Is it Mr. Eric? Or Diane?
As the housekeeper of the manor, only Eric and Diane had the right to let him personally pass the message.
"It's Miss Diane, she's already waiting for you in the drawing room, please come with me."
Finally...
Peter had been waiting for the call since the end of the incident, and he followed closely behind Cotton and strode towards the door.
Led by Cotton, the two walked through the corridor to the main building of the manor.
And through the window, you can see that many new fans of Batman have gathered at the entrance of the manor. Since the roads
in the vicinity are all private roads of the Bernano family, most of them are standing on the nearby mountain roads, taking photos or filming videos, and some holding D· The latest merchandise released by Company C, with a bright flashlight with a bat mark, points to the sky in an attempt to call the fake Batman.
As Eric and Diane worried.
Now the Bernano family has become a vassal of Batman in the eyes of the public.
Since Peter's speech was reported in the media that day, the manor has become a mecca for Batman fans.
And many fans have privately renamed this estate Wayne Manor, and it is even more serious on the Internet, and even the markings on the map of the valley pigeon have been tampered with.
There is a posture to reproduce the details of the comic in reality.
And even Peter himself was powerless to stop this crazy move, and Eric and Diane were obviously troubled by this more fanatical fan than expected.
After moving into this manor, Eric traveled between various forces every day, and even Diane took the initiative to meet him for the first time in many days.
Cotton gently pushed open the door to the drawing room, while Diane was now holding a document and browsing the phone to confirm something with someone.
"So our valuations across all our assets have gone up more than three times? What are you kidding? We don't even have the money to redeem our own assets?
No, no, no, you don't understand, we can't complete the deals that Milk promised, and that would cause us permanent damage, and we would have to cancel them, even if the losses were great.
Next I need you to make a list of losses for me, and I'll give you forty-five minutes.
Hanging up the phone, Diane glanced at Peter, but did not greet, just held his forehead with one hand, and let out a long sigh, like a leaky doll, Cotton saw this and directly exited the living room and closed the door, leaving enough space for the two.
"Is the situation so bad? So what exactly did Milk do?
"He ruined everything!"
Diane gritted her teeth and said,
"I knew I should have let him hang in the tree for two more hours that day!" At least relieve the gas!
Then she turned to Peter and sighed,
"And thanks to your assist, do you know how much your speech was worth?" My estimate alone is more than $80 million, and that's limited to our family's assets.
You multiplied the value of this estate several times with just one speech, and I don't even want to calculate how much the property tax will be paid to the government next year.
"Then simply sell it? Maybe we can make an industrial chain, you buy a manor, and then I put on a helmet and hang around there for a while, and then sell it when it appreciates, and we can open the money we earn.
Diane glanced at Peter helplessly, and said tiredly:
"I don't want to continue playing with you today, you can use a few words to kill me to challenge, you probably guess why I called you here, right?"
After speaking, she pointed to the four suitcases placed around the living room.
"In addition to the three million dollars I promised at the beginning, I have added a total of nine million dollars to your bonus.
As for the previous deposit, it will not be deducted from it, I will count it as part of the bonus.
At the same time, I also try to pay in gold at your request, but you have to understand that it takes time to prepare such a large amount of gold, so I can only give priority to paying five million dollars of gold for now.
As for the remaining seven million dollars, you can choose to take the money directly or wait for me to continue raising gold.
"Just keep preparing gold."
Peter opened the box and couldn't help but smile as he looked at the stacked ten-ounce gold bars stacked inside.
After such a long time, he was finally able to experience the joy of krypton gold again.
With a loud sound, the solid wooden dummy with a unit price of four thousand dollars exploded under Peter's fist, turned into debris in the sky, and floated in the air.
And Peter ran out of strength, but the movement did not stop, he threw himself forward along the fist, supported the ground with one hand, bent his legs, the whole person was pressed like a spring, and then he suddenly exerted force, and the whole person bounced towards another dummy like a sharp sword.
"Click!"
The dummy was trampled under Peter's feet and immediately shattered.
At the same time that Peter landed on the ground, the nearby lighting equipment began to flicker, and there was light condensation in the palm of his hand, but this time he did not directly aim the "enemy" with his palm to cast a light cannon as usual, but leaned over and rushed to the next dummy like a cheetah.
His fist seemed to have a flame in it, and he punched it without any fancy, his movements seemed light, but each punch brought out a terrifying wind pressure, and when his fist landed on the dummy, there was also a flash of light.
It's been five days since he and Gwen helped Diane regain control of the family and Fisk reached a partnership.
As a new high-ranking member of the Bernano family, Peter naturally lived in the manor, and in the past five days, he has been carrying out this kind of high-intensity training to adapt to his physique and ability.
During these days he experimented with various fighting styles, sometimes agile, sometimes steady, and sometimes... Rampage.
Peter wants to hone these abilities while also creating a fighting style that is more in line with himself, or more suitable for a superpower.
With strong light and explosions, flying wood chips and a "corpse" of a dummy floated chaotically all over the venue, just like the filming site of an R-rated gunfight movie.
After dismembering the last dummy, Peter stood in the center of the field, quietly calming his breath.
And the housekeeper Cotton, who had been waiting at the door of the training ground for a long time, handed over a towel in time.
"What an impressive way to fight, Mr. Peter."
Peter only shrugged his shoulders in the face of Cotten's praise, he knew that this combat method was not perfect, and now it was very reluctant to say that the prototype was strong, and the reason why it looked powerful was only due to his "basic attributes" being high enough.
However, he didn't bother to correct Cotten's statement, and just asked lightly:
"Is it Mr. Eric? Or Diane?
As the housekeeper of the manor, only Eric and Diane had the right to let him personally pass the message.
"It's Miss Diane, she's already waiting for you in the drawing room, please come with me."
Finally...
Peter had been waiting for the call since the end of the incident, and he followed closely behind Cotton and strode towards the door.
Led by Cotton, the two walked through the corridor to the main building of the manor.
And through the window, you can see that many new fans of Batman have gathered at the entrance of the manor. Since the roads
in the vicinity are all private roads of the Bernano family, most of them are standing on the nearby mountain roads, taking photos or filming videos, and some holding D· The latest merchandise released by Company C, with a bright flashlight with a bat mark, points to the sky in an attempt to call the fake Batman.
As Eric and Diane worried.
Now the Bernano family has become a vassal of Batman in the eyes of the public.
Since Peter's speech was reported in the media that day, the manor has become a mecca for Batman fans.
And many fans have privately renamed this estate Wayne Manor, and it is even more serious on the Internet, and even the markings on the map of the valley pigeon have been tampered with.
There is a posture to reproduce the details of the comic in reality.
And even Peter himself was powerless to stop this crazy move, and Eric and Diane were obviously troubled by this more fanatical fan than expected.
After moving into this manor, Eric traveled between various forces every day, and even Diane took the initiative to meet him for the first time in many days.
Cotton gently pushed open the door to the drawing room, while Diane was now holding a document and browsing the phone to confirm something with someone.
"So our valuations across all our assets have gone up more than three times? What are you kidding? We don't even have the money to redeem our own assets?
No, no, no, you don't understand, we can't complete the deals that Milk promised, and that would cause us permanent damage, and we would have to cancel them, even if the losses were great.
Next I need you to make a list of losses for me, and I'll give you forty-five minutes.
Hanging up the phone, Diane glanced at Peter, but did not greet, just held his forehead with one hand, and let out a long sigh, like a leaky doll, Cotton saw this and directly exited the living room and closed the door, leaving enough space for the two.
"Is the situation so bad? So what exactly did Milk do?
"He ruined everything!"
Diane gritted her teeth and said,
"I knew I should have let him hang in the tree for two more hours that day!" At least relieve the gas!
Then she turned to Peter and sighed,
"And thanks to your assist, do you know how much your speech was worth?" My estimate alone is more than $80 million, and that's limited to our family's assets.
You multiplied the value of this estate several times with just one speech, and I don't even want to calculate how much the property tax will be paid to the government next year.
"Then simply sell it? Maybe we can make an industrial chain, you buy a manor, and then I put on a helmet and hang around there for a while, and then sell it when it appreciates, and we can open the money we earn.
Diane glanced at Peter helplessly, and said tiredly:
"I don't want to continue playing with you today, you can use a few words to kill me to challenge, you probably guess why I called you here, right?"
After speaking, she pointed to the four suitcases placed around the living room.
"In addition to the three million dollars I promised at the beginning, I have added a total of nine million dollars to your bonus.
As for the previous deposit, it will not be deducted from it, I will count it as part of the bonus.
At the same time, I also try to pay in gold at your request, but you have to understand that it takes time to prepare such a large amount of gold, so I can only give priority to paying five million dollars of gold for now.
As for the remaining seven million dollars, you can choose to take the money directly or wait for me to continue raising gold.
"Just keep preparing gold."
Peter opened the box and couldn't help but smile as he looked at the stacked ten-ounce gold bars stacked inside.
After such a long time, he was finally able to experience the joy of krypton gold again.
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