I am an ordinary researcher, yes, don't doubt it, but not the kind in a formal organization.
One day, my boss caused a little trouble and invited the Justice League. In order to ensure the safety of our other researchers, mercenaries were specially assigned to each of us.
I was assigned a middle-aged man with one eye and gray hair, wearing an orange-red uniform and carrying two long knives.
Oh, he's so handsome, he's my type.
Then the next day I saw him holding down Nightwing who had sneaked into the base and beating him up.
So fierce.
On the third day he and Batman were equally fighting each other.
On the fourth day, ah, yes, he and I left the base and went to New York to temporarily escape the trouble.
As a result, at night, the boss sent me a message saying that he had eliminated Batman. Fortunately, the mage from his own camp came back and gave Batman a blow on the head. Bah, he knocked him out with magic.
Sure enough, melee mages should not be underestimated!
On the fifth day, just as I was packing my things and taking my uncle, no, it was my uncle who was taking me back to the base, there was a knock on my door.
Standing outside the door, it is said that my family members have traveled thousands of miles to recognize their relatives.
Yes, I am an orphan, the kind who was dug out of the snow by the boss.
The uncle and I looked at each other, and then I watched the uncle walk to the window, glanced at it, and drew the knife.
We don't dare to ask.
Fortunately, I contacted the boss in time. The boss quickly checked his identity and then said to me affectionately on the phone: "No matter how rich you are, never forget each other."
So, I got into the car bound for Gotham with a confused look on my face.
By the way, where's the uncle?
The uncle said he would follow me behind and act as a conscientious bodyguard.
Although I feel like he's more like going to Gotham to beat up Batman again.
Purpose: Caring for the physical and mental health of the elderly
