[Comprehensive British and American] Did Avada take his life today?

Thanks to Sandman's timely patch, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to feel anything other than free fall this time.

This last level is an all-too-familiar scene.

This is New York ten years ago.

Awada silently looked at the two towering landmark buildings not far away that made countless people proud. No one could be more familiar with this place than her.

The sound of landing was heard not far away. The young man in a short-sleeved T-shirt looked in great shape, but his girl was not in the mood to appreciate it.

2001. 9, 11

Silently looking at the silver clock at the entrance of the shop not far away, it was an old-fashioned wall clock that was rarely seen more than ten years later, and it kept making mechanical sounds of beating hands. The fat restaurant owner who was looking at her gave her a friendly smile , she also tried her best to pull out a smile in response, but the smile was far-fetched and not good-looking at all.

There was the sound of a car honking behind him and the curses muttered by the drivers who were waiting in a hurry. Jason stared at the drivers who poked their heads out and compared the sizes of the two sides. The clear curses were instantly wiped away.

"Everything here is fake." Jason pulled the little girl to the sidewalk and found that she was still in a daze. He followed her gaze worriedly - two financial centers full of money and capital building.

Yes, it's all fake.

Avada kept repeating this sentence silently. She certainly agreed with Jason on a rational level, but when you turned your head and saw these incomparably real people and things on the street, you couldn't control your emotions at all.

Especially since you can't do anything at all, because it's all fake here, so you can't save anyone!

Pedestrians come and go on the sidewalk, surrounded by elites in formal attire carrying briefcases. Their clothes, mobile phones, and even their habits are all the same as they were more than ten years ago. Some passers-by even greet them.

It's all too real...

The palm of his hand was grabbed by the other big hand and warmed up. For the first time, Avada found that the continuous warm breath from the opponent's body was not enough to warm the pain of the wound being torn.

The more peaceful the lively and happy scene of people coming and going in front of me, the more uncomfortable it is.

"They're running out of time." Avada seemed to be muttering to himself, and also seemed to be talking to the young people around him, "I remember some of these people, I remember the restaurant owner who greeted me just now , I heard that the food in his house is delicious, and the boss occasionally helps the homeless, he is a good guy; and the one in the gray suit just walked past us with a briefcase in his phone, he is an ordinary employee, Nothing fancy, but a few minutes later he's going to get hit by a concrete block for protecting a kid who's alone; and..."

Awada's face became more and more ugly, his eyes were empty as if he was completely trapped in some bad memory, Jason had to interrupt.

Her state looks very wrong!

Jason's eyes darkened. 911 had a greater impact on Avada than he or Arnold had imagined.

It may be that the mood is reflected in the body. The little hand Jason holds is getting closer to the cold steel of her body. The tall and strong young man is not like his adoptive father, the little prince of Gotham. When the little girl was really sad, she chose a very straight man's comfort method.

——He gave Avada a hug, considering how hard his girl was, he didn't hold back his strength, but seemed to want to rub the silver-haired girl into his body.

A real hug.

"I'm fine." Avada's face was smothered into Jason's arms, and his voice was smothered a bit distorted, "I still remember that this place is not reality. Be flexible."

She tried to use a relaxed and lively tone, sounding like she wanted to express that she was strong, but the effect was not very good. Just from the unconsciously tightened arms around his waist, Jason knew that she was absolutely in a good mood. Still sucks.

"You won't be unable to do anything anymore. We have got rid of many pests in Gotham, as well as those special 'little pets' at home. You have done a good job. Come back to Gotham with me after you get out. How about I accompany you to take down the whole Arkham? You will soon complete the task that Gotham entrusts to you." The big hand roughly rubbed the top of her head twice.

This is not just a consolation, Red Hood always keeps what he says, even at the risk of being made into a watch by the old bat, so what?After all, this is not a bad thing, and it can be done once and for all. Of course, he has to cooperate with his little girl.

Avada raised her head, stood on tiptoe, and quickly pressed a kiss on the top of the young man's head. She looked up at the blue eyes of the other party, which seemed to be in the same strain. It was different from Bruce, sentimental or rational, and more than Batman. The impulsive and irritable appearance of a young man is unconcealed and delicate.

"I'm not going back to Gotham for the time being, I'm going to walk around with Hela, maybe I'll accompany her on a trip to an alien planet, who knows... But I won't make things difficult for you, I can probably guess what Batman is thinking, It's nothing more than worrying that I will become 'Arkham's warden', at worst, I will deal with those psychopaths, and then hand over the task of raising them to Batman."

Avada didn't think it mattered. Although she could understand and respect Batman's principles, she really didn't think that she would be assimilated into a psychopath just because she took care of a group of psychopaths.

If it weren't for Gotham's entrustment, she would never even be willing to do this. After all, who would like to raise a group of unattractive and uncute psychopaths when they have nothing to do?

"You're right. It seems that you understand the rules and regulations of the old bat. You just told me about his concerns when we were in the Avengers League two days ago." Although he looked disgusted, Avada Can accurately tell that Jason still has respect for Batman even if he has different ideas.

After talking about Batman, Jason glanced at the plane approaching from a distance that was already faintly visible in the sky, and calmly led Avada to adjust an angle, "You are so caring, dear girlfriend, no matter what you do Don’t embarrass me, anyway, I’ve given the old bat enough headaches, I killed a lot in Gotham.” Especially in the days when you disappeared, God knows how many blind guys he killed!

For a moment, Avada looked like a kitten with fried hair, or that chubby little hamster at home who dared to compete with the clown for a bed. His eyes were round and he was obviously frightened. "Who is your girlfriend? Didn't we agree?" You confess your love again? This is not okay, there is no way to get away with it, I judge you to pass the test. "

"It's really merciless." Jason's muttering and the violent explosion happened almost at the same time. For a moment, Avada's mind went blank. Obviously nothing hit him, only the illusory voice behind him, but she felt It was as if he could see the billowing smoke and the mess behind him in front of his eyes.

Jason held her tightly, but Awada could still see the crowds running around and screaming, but the place that was so real just now became as if it was a different world from the one she was in, and the flying dust scattered around her. Without her body, even the people around seemed unable to see that there were two people standing quietly here.

Speechless for a while.

Jason's direction is facing the World Trade Center, everything is clearly displayed in front of his eyes, the fire is reflected in his eyes, and the surrounding chaos seems to be in a large-scale VR game scene. The difference is that according to Avada's memory, here Everyone is real, even their behavior and expressions are exactly the same as in reality.

This is a documentary.

He estimated the time when the building was hit until it collapsed, and watched helplessly as some people took their time so that others who could have escaped safely were forever crushed under the rubble, and he probably understood that Avada could not move at the beginning Part of the weakness and pain at the time.

It's probably equivalent to the clown saying that the hotel was bombed. There was obviously time to evacuate, but a group of idiots thought nothing serious would happen and refused to leave.

Until the two buildings finally couldn't stand anymore, the collapse took only a moment, but everyone knew how many people inside the buildings had no time to evacuate, the wind and vibration brought by the collapse of hundreds of thousands of tons set off the explosion. Soon it became a vast expanse of whiteness, and the air was full of smoke and dust.

Awada's mood stabilized, and she pulled away from Jason's arms. She didn't look at the dull or sad expressions of the survivors around her. She only looked at the white mist in the distance, her emotions were compressed as much as possible, and her anger was suppressed to the bottom of her heart. .

Her voice was habitually soft, but she deliberately slowed down and slowed down the speed, which made people sound a bit penetrating: "You really pissed me off."

The voice was so soft that even Jason beside her couldn't hear it, but apart from her anger, she didn't mean to lose her mind and participate in the scene in front of her.

Anyway, Jason was relieved.

The purpose of the person who sent them into the illusion should be to make them unable to help but intervene. Although they don't know what will happen afterwards, there will be no good consequences after all.

"By the way, I haven't asked you what's in Metropolis yet?" Avada's face was normal, and he suddenly realized a key question. Accompanied by the screams and explosions around him, this question was simply poisonous!

"..." Jason paused suspiciously for a moment, then said nonchalantly, "Oh, I'm here to capture a guy who just escaped from Gotham to Metropolis."

In fact, he heard that Raven, who was about the same age as Avada, at least in appearance, was on vacation in the metropolis, and happened to be close, so he came to ask girls of this age what they like.

As a result, the person hadn't been found yet, so he stumbled in Xicheng District first.

The little girl looked at him full of disbelief, but she didn't make trouble. She accepted this statement temporarily, but what she thought was that she was seeing Jason more and more pleasing to the eye, especially some details, and she could actually see a little bit of it. cute?

Awada felt that there was probably something wrong with his eyes, or maybe it was his brain.

The Sandman doesn't intend to stop being a demon. His purpose is to completely trap the two people in their sleep. To do this, they must participate in the illusion he wove, so he chooses the most painful memories.

It doesn't matter if you fail this time, that man has a lot of painful memories available.

Apparently he doesn't know a word called nozuonodie :)

A desolate meadow, with a warehouse-like building in the distance, different from the big city with turbid air, the surrounding area is full of vegetation.

Awada was not familiar with this place, she looked curiously at the only building not far away, but the strong hostility suddenly emanating from the people around her stopped her from walking forward.

"Do you know who weaved the illusion?" Jason's tone was full of hostility, and Avada was not afraid at all, but she knew that Sandman was really going to die this time.

"Sandman, the big devil who came out of hell."

God knows that she only planned to beat that guy up after catching him, and it was the lesson that angered her just now.

Jason: "Then I'll beat him up too." He strode forward, and soon came to the door of the warehouse. Standing here, he could hear a terrifying sound inside—something hit his flesh hard. The sound of going up, and the painful muffled sound of the teenager.

That belonged to Jason, and Awada could not mishear.

The author has something to say: The Sandman is dead, he has prepared his own coffin