family history of mental illness

The manager of the bar ran downstairs panting, looked at the mess all over the floor, and asked, "Who the hell are you! Don't you know who the owner of this bar is!"

"You can call me Red Hood," Jason said. "As for your boss, I don't know, but I wouldn't mind meeting that scumbag and talking to him about drugs."

The manager's cold sweat rolled down: "What...what drugs, we are a legal bar, no drugs!"

A board of pills and a few vials were thrown at the manager's feet. Jason jumped onto the table and looked down at him: "Do you need me to recall this for you? Or should I call you..." He recalled Last night, the boy with a male duck voice called: "Tom?"

Manager: "...my name is not Tom."

"Someone will always be called Tom." Jason said indifferently: "Drugs are actually not my business, but you take drugs to schools and sell them to children." He narrowed his eyes dangerously: "You have crossed the line , I don't mind teaching you what the rules are..."

Brant saw the tense scene not far away, and realized.

Bringing drugs to school and selling them to children, this setting is too familiar, and you can think of the group of students in the supermarket last night after a little recall.So when did Jason, who was sleeping all night like him, start investigating and find out who was behind the scenes?

Brant was puzzled, and while he was thinking, the situation in the bar was brought under control.

The injured thug was dragged down, the bartender and the waiter hid behind the bar, and the rich-looking lobby manager reported the situation to the big boss tremblingly under the supervision of Jason, and that guy Jason didn't know where to hit him. The pistol he got was inserted into the back of the waist, he raised his foot and hooked the armchair, and sat down so boldly.

The bar was suddenly empty.

In the chaos, all the customers ran away, but Brandt didn't move, still sitting at the bar drinking ice water.And without the audience, Sam stopped playing discs and sat back at the bar.

"Is that guy here to be funny?" Sam lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, raised his chin and nodded at Jason.

Brant was silent.

Sam is still complaining: "Normal person, who would show up in a bar with a hood like that?"

Brandt moved his lips, hesitant to speak.He couldn't say, let alone say, that Jason's hood still had his share.

He looked at Jason calmly and closed his mouth tightly.

The bar was already quite empty at this time, and the people left behind became particularly conspicuous. When he saw it, he met Jason's eyes by coincidence.

Jason sat up straight in a panic, and subconsciously looked away. Brandt gave the guy who "did not follow the doctor's advice" a look, but he didn't choose to recognize him.

After all, he chose to wear a hood and gave himself such a nondescript nickname because he didn't want others to know his true identity.

If he leaned over to talk hastily, it might backfire.

So take the trouble to sew such an ugly thing, just to do justice for the masked hero?This...Although he is tall and big, he is still a kid who has read too many comics, right?

Brandt said that he may be old, so he doesn't understand the thoughts of contemporary teenagers very well.

Sam lit a cigarette beside him, and unhurriedly puffed out the smoke ring: "Young and energetic, it doesn't matter, Chris will teach him to be a man."

"Chris? The owner of the bar?" Brandt keenly sensed something, "So this place is indeed not clean." He could basically guess from Sam's confident tone, "And this boss is quite powerful. "

Sam gave him a white look and said, "I've already quit, why, you still want to get information from me?"

Brandt mentioned the purpose of his trip: "It's just a random question, I came to you this time, and I mainly want you to delete a surveillance video for me."

Sam looked at him, as if he was looking at some unfilial younger generation with degraded skills: "Have you degenerated to the point where you can't even handle monitoring?"

"It's a supermarket chain, and their monitoring is uploaded and backed up in the background of the Internet in real time, so I have a hard time."

Brant explained: "But you're good at it, you've been raising it for a year, and you haven't come back to 'work'."

Sam was noncommittal.

The reason why he huddled in this lounge was not because he declared that he was tired, nor because others guessed that he was emotionally hurt, but because an old friend who had a life-long friendship with him, when he was an informant for the police, Was tortured and killed!

His enemy is a gangster, and he has some influence in Miami. The police are in trouble across the state, so he took the initiative to cooperate with the police and came here as an undercover agent.

Brandt doesn't know all the details here, but based on his understanding, Sam will be hiding in a bar and be some kind of bloody DJ. He must be looking for information. After contacting Jason, Brandt guessed: "It's pension, you're not checking for drugs, are you?"

Sam took a deep breath on his cigarette, then pressed the cigarette butt out, and just when Brant thought he wouldn't say anything, he suddenly said: "This is indeed a dark bar, there may be alcohol in the drinks and in the cigarettes. However, they are all safe little things, until last year, when Chris found a backer, he began to act unscrupulously."

"A year ago?" Brandt seized this sensitive moment, a year ago when Sam came to Miami, "Chris is your goal?"

Sam said bitterly: "He killed my friend, and I will definitely take revenge."

This is a heavy topic.

All Brant had to say was, "You're going to make it."

(I.e.

Tom said: "Of course I will. I recently discovered the anise, and when I get it, I can retire with success."

Brant immediately became vigilant: "Then why did you tell me?"

Sam lowered his voice: "Because I need your help. Chris is currently researching illegal drugs, and the experimental subjects are living people."

Brandt tightened his grip on the glass: "School kids..."

"Orphans, homeless people, prostitutes, they are all their targets. But these are underground, the kid with the hood, probably just saw them go to school to lure rebellious students to take drugs, that is only part of the financial source, tell me It has nothing to do with the illegal drugs." He said and looked at Jason, "That kid is so brave, he dared to break in alone."

Brant followed Sam's gaze and looked at Jason, really wanting to retort that you were overthinking.That

In fact, this has nothing to do with courage, Jason is just mentally ill.

Jason, who was mentally ill, tugged on the knitted hat, and suddenly discovered a major flaw in the hood.

He forgot to make a hole for his mouth, and now he talked for a long time, and he breathed out to wet the wool and paste it all over his face. Drink poison to quench thirst.

I really want to pull off the hood and let my face breathe!

But he can't.

So he is more irritable.

The pistol was pulled out from the back of Jason again, and he was pinching it in his hand, and the atmosphere became more depressing.

Fortunately, not long after, there was a sound of brakes at the entrance of the lounge, and a black limousine stopped.The car door opened, and a middle-aged man of great style stepped out of the car, surrounded by bodyguards, and stepped into the lounge door.

The manager waited until the savior came and ran over, humbly calling him the boss.

Jason put down his face-picking hand and looked over: "Are you Chris?"

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so arrogant." With the sound of "Tuk Tuk" on the crutches, Chris walked towards Jason. To everyone's surprise, he stopped the bodyguards from moving and did not get angry. He even laughed very kindly, "I heard about your deeds, Red Hood, and I admire you very much."

Jason sat down again and watched his performance quietly.

Chris handed out an olive branch: "Do you want to join me? Under my protection, I can give you a legal identity, so that you can be more free in this city." He bent down and leaned into Jason's ear: "Jason Todd, I know you, poor soul vilified by incompetent police, just escaped from a horrible mental institution."

As he spoke, he turned his head slightly, his dark gray pupils slashed to the corners of his eyes, and looked straight at Brant.

"What a coincidence, your friend is here too."

He stared at Brant, and suggested softly, "Would you like to say hello to him?"

Brandt saw Chris give him an inexplicable look, and then all senses screamed for danger.

As soon as the back of his neck was cold, he suddenly had the illusion of facing a greedy beast. He squinted his eyes and looked over. Chris looked away at some point, and the feeling of bristling hairs also disappeared, just like the one just now. Everything is just his illusion.

Brandt frowned tightly.

The sunglasses blocked Jason's eyes, and the hood covered his expression. No one knew what he was thinking, but the next second, he stood up suddenly and kicked over the chair without warning.

"Oh!"

Chris looked at him intently.

Contrary to his manic behavior, Jason's tone could even be called peaceful: "Okay."

"It's time to say hello," he said.

Chris waved at the bodyguards, and said lightly, "Clear the venue", and there were only three people left in the huge bar in an instant.

Brandt looked at Chris, then at Jason, feeling confused.

Why did this guy always look favorably on Jason from the beginning to the end?

What was it about Jason that attracted him?

This is absolutely not normal!

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Bucket: Where is that cat who said he would send me a cat ear mask!Why is it that the goods are not available yet, and the negative reviews are written angrily! (._.)