Forced to focus on daily life [Comprehensive English and American]

It gets dark early in autumn, before five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun has already shown a somewhat sluggish look, and it doesn't feel hot when it hits the body, but it just dispels some of the cold near dusk.

Rosie followed Jason to a cafe not far from the Maserati 4S store.

The 4s store is located in a remote area, and there is no big business district nearby. The environment of this cafe is not very good, the tables and chairs are old, and there are not many drinks on the menu. The only two points are the distance between each seat. Each room is separated by a huge bookshelf to ensure privacy.After Rosie sat down, she looked curiously at the large bookshelf on the right side of her body, and randomly picked out a copy of "Reminiscence of Things Past". She thought it was used by the shop owner as a decoration, but unexpectedly it was a genuine and heavy book. When you open the book cover, you can see a series of dazzling English signatures on the title page, signed in 2011.

"These books are the owner's private collection." Jason took a seat opposite her and said, "I'll come over after get off work and read the books."

Rosie nodded, glanced at the piles of books on the bookshelf again, frowned, rubbed her forehead, and said, "It's disappointing that there are no programming books."

Jason: "..."

Rosie put the "Reminiscence of Things Past" that she couldn't understand at all back on the shelf, then sat up straight, looked directly at Jason sitting opposite, thought for a while, and said, "Do you know who I am? "

"Rosie Mathers, secretary to the chairman of Stark Group." Jason said.

"Another identity." Rosie said, staring at him.

Jason looked up at her. Before he could speak, the waiter had already walked over with two cups of steaming coffee. Rosie glanced at the waiter's posture holding the tray. After the other party put down the two cups of coffee and turned away, He raised his eyebrows on the right, and said, "It seems that when you got on Bruce Wayne's yacht, you also stole the waiter from this cafe."

Jason didn't answer, but just picked up his own glass of white mocha, while Rosie squinted at him, feeling that this man was full of contradictions.

He has a handsome appearance, a strong physique, ruthless eyes, and his whole body is full of the kind of desperate ruthlessness that he has only seen in the streets for many years. He is very similar to her before, so when she first saw him in the car wash room of the 4s shop, I just feel that this person should be the same as he used to be, relying on a pair of fists to fight a way to survive on the street.

However, in her vague memory after she was drunk, this person put on a shirt, trousers, vest and bow tie, but he looked elegant and refined, including his sitting posture, his posture of holding coffee, elegant and natural , not quite what a teenager growing up on the streets should have.

Jason lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, put the coffee back on the saucer on the dining table, looked up at Rosie, and said, "You've been staring at me, what are you thinking about?"

Rosie smiled: "I was wondering...how did you become the Red Hood."

Jason didn't change his face because of Rosie's words. He leaned back slowly, leaned his whole body on the back of the sofa, and said, "Night Witch, are you here today to threaten me?"

"No, if you wanted to tell others who I am, you wouldn't have kicked the heavy machine gun I took out into the sea when you were on the boat," Rosie said.

"How do you know?" Jason asked in a deep voice.

She stirred the coffee cup gently with a stirring spoon, watching the cappuccino's bubbles covering the surface of the liquid gradually thin out, then picked up the coffee cup and saucer, and said softly, "Your gun."

"My gun?" Jason narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"I've seen Red Hood twice, once at the crossroads on the outskirts of Gotham City, and once at the Stark Tower in Manhattan, New York. Both times, Red Hood's weapons are double/guns, and the guns are desert/eagles. Due to weight, recoil, structure and other issues, it cannot be used as a military pistol/gun, so it has always been a hunting pistol and is rarely used in actual combat. But I have seen you use it a few times, two 0.45-inch calibers weighing two kilograms Zhi/Eagle is like a child's toy in your hand. It completely ignores the recoil and accurately sends the bullet into the opponent's head. You can also use your finger to pull the trigger ring and turn the whole gun around on your index finger. "...

Rosie paused, grabbed a handful of silver Desert Eagle/Eagle from the void, pulled the trigger ring in front of Jason's eyes, hung the whole gun on her index finger and twirled it around, and randomly flipped the gun around. Throwing it into the void, she raised the cup of cappuccino, smiled at Jason, and said: "Among the people I have met, no one has the ability to control the Desert Eagle/Eagle as much as Putting on the red hood, it can be said that even the superheroes of the Avengers did not use the Desert Eagle/Eagle as their combat weapon. And you, when you were attacked on Bruce Wayne’s yacht, shot from the waist I drew a handful of Desert Eagle/Eagle, very skillfully and easily.”

The chill in Jason's eyes became more and more intense. He and Rosie looked at each other for a long time, and even cut two pieces of music in the cafe, then suddenly sneered and said, "Who would have imagined that Iron Man looks soft?" Poor Miss Secretary, she is actually a night witch who is a criminal in New York, she pulled out her gun in front of you, what a mistake."

Rosie smiled, put the coffee cup back on the table, and said, "Since you didn't expose me at the time, I will naturally keep it a secret for you."

"So you're here to threaten me." Jason crossed his hands and looked at Rosie coldly.

"It can be regarded as one of the reasons." Rosie bent her lips, "I also know that you are hostile to Bruce Wayne, and you have a cooperative relationship with Thomas Elliott."

There was a murderous look in Jason's blue eyes.

Rosie shrugged and said with a smile: "You won't kill me, Jason, if you wanted to kill me, you wouldn't choose to save me and help me hide my identity, although I don't know the reason you did it , but that doesn't matter, I don't care."

The killing intent in Jason's eyes receded a little, he lowered his head again, and stirred the coffee on the table: "So, what is your purpose this time?"

"What is the collaboration between Thomas Elliott and Norman Osborn?" Rosie asked.

Jason sneered: "I also have a cooperative relationship with Thomas Elliott. I know he has other cooperations, but I don't care."

"Don't you care that his other cooperation is threatening your life?" Rosie lowered her voice and said.

Jason said coldly: "I have the same goal as him, and he won't take my life until this goal is achieved." He paused, and then said, "Let's see if he has the ability. "

He stood up from the sofa and said, "Thank you for the reminder, Miss Mathers. I also want to remind Miss Mathers to drink less alcohol in the future."

After he finished speaking, without looking at Rosie, he went straight around the sofa and bookshelves, and walked out of the cafe.

Rosie knew that Jason had left the cafe when she heard the closing sound of the bookshelf. After she sat on the sofa for a while, she turned sideways and looked at the big bookshelf beside her. She took out the previous book "Reminiscences of Things Past", she listened to the quiet piano music in the cafe, let go of the cover of the book, stared at the cursive English characters on the title page for a long time, and then read slowly. Come out: "jasontodd..."

Jason Todd.

"Ah, this one was sent by Jason." The waiter who came to collect the coffee cup heard Rosie pronounce the name, and looked up at the book in her hand, "Jason sent us several books."

Rosie looked at the waitress, smiled, and put the book back on the shelf.

Jason Todd, and Thomas Elliott, share a common goal.

That common goal...

Rosie suddenly thought of the first time she saw Jason, the way he stared at Bruce through the glass of the 4S store showroom, and Thomas's series of raising prices against Bruce at the charity auction.

That common goal is Bruce Wayne.

……

"So, except for the Copperpot family, who are themselves gangsters, the other three of Gotham City's four major families were all attacked. However, Bruce Wayne invited Iron Man to be a guest on his private yacht that day, so No life-threatening, you know, the female member of the Kane family is still lying in the hospital."

Rosie was burying her head in drinking the mushroom soup that was provided every Monday in the cafeteria of the Stark Building, while casually listening to the music coming from the cafeteria radio, the female colleague sitting beside her smiled and said: " Today, there is no Justin Bieber song, but Bob Dylan."

Rosie smiled feebly, and said, "Perhaps the person singing has changed from a girl in her early twenties to a bald man in her 50s or [-]s."

After she finished speaking, she scooped up another spoonful of mushroom soup, and before she drank it, the classmate who was sitting on the other side and describing the attack on the rich man in Gotham vividly with other colleagues elbowed her and said, "Ro Qian, you are the person involved, please express your views on this incident."

Rosie was holding the spoonful of mushroom soup, and raised her head in a daze, and found that the people on both sides of the table were staring at her, as if trying to read the first episode of this incident from the expression on her face. hand information.

Rosie blinked: "I..."

"you……"

"I haven't rested for several days." Rosie's expression changed in an instant, her eyes began to turn red, and she bit her lip lightly, "I just think of that night, when the bullets flew past my ears, I feel my heart They were all trembling, really...it was terrible..."

The more she spoke, the lower her voice became, and those fan friends who were originally in a gossip mood also began to pat her on the back hurriedly, comforting her softly.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to continue to finish the mushroom soup, when she suddenly heard a girl sitting across from her exclaiming, "My God, a murder has occurred in New York City!"

Rosie looked up at the girl, who was looking at the phone with her head down, holding a fork in one hand, and sliding quickly on the screen of the phone with the other, as if she was watching the news on the phone.

The classmate sitting next to her said angrily: "There are murders every day in New York, what are you making such a fuss about?"

"The point is not this!" The girl said a little excitedly, "The victim was a young woman, 170 cm tall, with blond hair, who was found in the sewers of Brooklyn, and the body was found by a Brooklyn plumber. In addition to the fatal wound in the neck, both legs were shot. The police have found out that the victim's name is Maria Cooper, a female model from Gotham City, and Bruce, a Gotham rich man. .the resident model on Wayne's private yacht..."

Before she finished speaking, the spoon in Rosie's hand fell straight into the bowl of steaming mushroom soup. The soup overflowed from the soup bowl and splashed on the dining table.