[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

As soon as he walked out of the city that never sleeps, a black hand attacked Ryan. Jason quickly grabbed Ryan by the collar and dragged him behind him, avoiding the attack.

Jason frowned, and kicked the figure hiding in the darkness without hesitation.

The man obviously didn't expect Jason to react so quickly, nor did he expect Jason to kick him. He let out a howl and immediately cursed.

The reason why Jason didn't take Ryan out of the city that never sleeps immediately was because he was worried that the bearded man would ambush Ryan outside, and he didn't want to cause trouble.

However, the beard was more difficult than Jason thought.

Although Jason never wants to cause trouble, it doesn't mean that when trouble finds him, it's not his style to suffer in silence.

"Go away, I'll just say it once." Jason growled and warned the bearded man.

The bearded man came out of the shadows. He was about to attack Ryan with a sap just now, but was stopped by Jason and kicked by Jason. He suffered a blood loss.

He looked at Jason with a gloomy face, didn't speak, just took out a gun.

Jason took a closer look, and saw that it was an old-fashioned left wheel, and the bullets were already stained with rust.

Jason burst out laughing, his voice was drawn out, and his voice was a little hoarse: "What are you holding? A pea shooter?"

"This 'pea shooter' will fucking blow your brains out."

"Oh?" Jason pursed his lips, and put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, not to mention how willful his movements were, without the slightest hint of fear.

"Then I bet your pea shooter will explode."

Jason has very few interests. When he has nothing to do, he will stay in the armory for a whole day, taking out all the weapons and cleaning them one by one.

He knows firearms very well, very well, so he knows very well that this rust-covered round magazine has been stuck by rust, as long as the trigger is pressed, it will definitely explode.

The bearded man naturally didn't listen to Jason, he shot Jason without hesitation.

There was a bang, as Jason expected, the gun exploded, sparks and explosion fragments pierced the bearded hands and body directly, and he let out a miserable cry.

Jason sighed pretendingly: "Why don't you just listen?"

After hearing Jason's words, the bearded man became even more angry. Anger took over his reason, and he stretched out his fist to beat Jason.

Jason's expression didn't change. He didn't move until the beard was in front of him. He flew up and kicked the beard directly into the trash can and lost consciousness with his professionally trained kick.

Jason straightened his hood and raised his chin at Ryan: "Let's go."

Ryan looked at the bearded trash can with pity, how dare this person?Who did he think he was provoking? He was a protégé of the fucking Batman, the former Robin Bird, and now the overlord of the West End.

After Ryan and Jason left, the bearded man who was kicked unconscious by Jason finally woke up. He climbed out of the trash can, cursed loudly, and limped out.

In a place he hadn't noticed, several people sprang out from the shadows, and the surrounding lights were too dim to see what kind of clothes they were wearing.

They quietly followed the bearded man all the way to the apartment where the bearded beard lived, and then covered the bearded mouth without hesitation, and stabbed the knife into his abdomen, chest and other places, a total of ten knives, Until the beard died.

It wasn't until the first light of dawn shone into the city, and the old scavengers who came to search the garbage bins on a daily basis smelled the smell of rancid blood when they passed by the alleys, that it became known that the No. [-] killer in the West District was killed last night.

Before this matter was fully fermented, it was silently suppressed by another force powerful enough to cover the sky with one hand.

Neither Ryan nor Jason knew about all this.

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Ryan limped and walked to Jason's side. His fair little face was flushed, and the bright lights of the building were reflected in his honey-like eyes, which looked like many small stars inlaid In that honey-coloured gem.

Ryan raised his head and looked at him shyly and adoringly.

Of course, Ryan was well protected since he was a child.

He has never stepped out of the flower field. There are everything in the manor, even many things that are not available outside, there are also in the manor.

If it wasn't for the accident some time ago, Ryan wouldn't have to meet Jason or those people in the bar.

Except for Jason, most of them are the lowest level of Gotham, the eternally stinking mud.

These are like plots that only happen in movies. When I am the most difficult and desperate, I meet a hero who will protect me or something.

This made Ryan a little dazed, like a dream, he shouldn't have met these things.

Meeting these is not a good sign, because it means that his family is ruined.

The only good news is that with Jason here, he may no longer have to worry about being attacked or assassinated.

Seeing Ryan looking at him with such eyes, Jason somehow found it funny, and at the same time felt a little joyful in his heart.

Because this expression reminded Jason of something long ago. When he first became Robin, he also looked at Batman with such admiring eyes.

Trying hard to learn everything Batman wanted him to learn, trying hard to imitate Dick Grayson, he even dyed his red hair black to be more like Grayson.

However, since he soaked in the Lazarus spring water, his hair has turned black forever, with quite unruly white hair on his forehead.

The misunderstanding between him and Batman has been solved. He doesn't hate Batman, but he will not return to Batman. He is an independent individual and is no longer anyone's vassal.

Just thinking about his past self, Jason still wanted to laugh.

Now Ryan stared at himself with the same eyes as he used to, as if.

As if he was his hero.what is this?He also has a little follower now?

But what Jason didn't know was that in Ryan's mind, Jason, who had just rescued him from the dragon's den in the city that never sleeps, was indeed his 'hero'.

It's just that Ryan is not that harmless little sheep.

Seeing the light in Ryan's eyes gradually dimming, Jason, who noticed the change in Ryan's mood, couldn't help asking.

"What are you thinking?"

Ryan was first unconscious 'Huh? ’, and then replied with a sigh: "I was thinking, if I were as good as you, or if the family recruited you as a bodyguard, it would be great."

"how?"

Ryan smiled, trying to put on a relaxed tone. "That way my right leg wouldn't be what it is now."

There was a deep sense of inferiority in his tone.

Jason paused, he glanced at Ryan's right leg, the young man should be the most vigorous age, with clean and beautiful facial features, he should be the most popular in the crowd.

And according to Ryan's words, his leg was not broken by accident, but on purpose or in other words, he lost his leg and lost his life. Who did his family offend?

"Who made your leg?"

"Hmm." Ryan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Jason to ask him so bluntly.

"It's nothing, it's not bad just to exchange one leg for one life." Ryan said in a calm tone as much as possible.

It was a short story, but Jason didn't ask, so Ryan didn't tell it either.

A person who has never come out of the pain of the past is naturally impossible to take the initiative to bring up his own pain. Unlike Ryan Brea, he disguises himself with strength and is used to being strong, so he can calmly talk about the pain of the past. Painful person.

Cadia is just someone who has never been exposed to the dark side before, until recently when the serenity was shattered and thrown into the gray mud of Gotham.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere seemed to suddenly quiet down. The honking of the car came from far away. This area is a pedestrian area, plus it is the west area, and it is late at night, so there are very few people coming and going.

The 'da da' sound of the tip of Ryan's crutch falling on the ground was amplified many times at this moment, as if it echoed a person's unwillingness and being forced to succumb to the tragedy of fate.

He could have done without having to suffer.

"If you are flawed, then you become strong, so strong that no one will notice your flaws."

Hearing this, Ryan raised his head and looked at Jason in astonishment. Jason kicked his hands in his pockets. He didn't look at Ryan. His expression was so calm that it seemed that he didn't say what he said just now. lights.

As he is now, he only looks to the future, because he is no longer stuck in the past, and has stepped out of the moving maze that once fascinated him.

This is the difference between Jason and Dick. If it was Dick, he would feel sorry for the injustice suffered by the profiler in the past. He would try his best to burn himself to protect the profiler and not let the profiler get hurt again. He will make the profiler forget the pain with his own temperature.

Jason will choose to tell Ryan that instead of disguising himself, let himself become stronger, let his brilliance shine enough to shine in everyone's eyes, make them invisible to his flaws, and let everyone who tries to point fingers at his flaws Everyone is ashamed of this.

He is perfect.

That's because Dick and Jason had completely different experiences.

Jason has experienced death and despair, but he is still gentle. He wraps his soft heart with a strong and cold shell.

Sometimes Ryan wondered why someone as overly gentle and strong as Jason was born in a corrupt city like Gotham.

Gotham is like a bright red delicious fruit on the surface, but the juice and pulp inside the shell have already been rotten and exude a greasy aroma.

Jason and Gotham don't seem to be compatible, but they are very harmonious, as if they coexisted together, which is surprising and unbelievable.

Ryan looked up at Jason, and Jason stared into the distance.

Ryan spoke in a low voice, as if speaking only to himself.

"Yes, I will. I will be so strong that no one dares to ignore me, and everyone will bow down to me."

Jason looked at Ryan with relief. Although he didn't think the second half of what Ryan said was serious, it was good to just listen to the first half.

It is necessary to have such awareness to shine. No one knows how much potential they can have before they have no motivation and goals.

He stretched out his hand and patted his side, which looked like a small young man to him, but the strength was not strong, but this thin and light young man staggered, and when the crutches slipped, he fell forward.

Jason hurriedly grabbed the young man by his collar and lifted him up, oh, he seemed to be used to this action.

It's like grabbing a cat's fate by the scruff of the neck.

Sensing Ryan's helpless gaze, Jason realized that he seemed to have said the word 'cat'.

He put Ryan down without changing his face, and chose to leave the topic: "The one in the front is very good, the goal is good, the one in the back is fine, it's better not to let everyone bow down to you."

After saying this, Jason realized that he seemed to have made a bad joke.

He waited for Ryan's reaction, but Ryan didn't understand what he was saying, and he kept looking at Jason.

"Why?" Ryan asked curiously.

The corner of Jason's mouth twitched. He looked at Ryan in disbelief, but he couldn't find any evil intentions or intentions to play tricks on him in Ryan's eyes. He really didn't know why.

"Batman wouldn't allow anyone to do that in his Gotham, you know, criminals want to do that and end up in Arkham Asylum or Blackgate."

Jason looked at Ryan suspiciously, Ryan really didn't look like a Gotham person. "Are you really from Gotham? You don't even know this?"