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

Seeing Jason's obviously distrustful eyes, Ryan hurriedly defended himself.

"I'm indeed from Gotham." Ryan pursed his lower lip.

"It's just that before... that incident happened, my family and I lived in the manor and never went out, and the materials were collected by servants outside."

Jason quickly went through all the memories in his mind. His memory didn't contain any relevant information about what Ryan said. Is there really such a hidden family in Gotham?

In other words, Gotham people are all born soaked in bad water. They are all born rebellious. For example, the four major families have two masked vigilantes and two lunatic criminals.

As Ryan said, does the family that is almost completely isolated from Gotham really exist?

"Then you don't usually have fun?"

Ryan shook his head: "The entertainment facilities outside are basically available in the manor."

Jason's mouth twitched, he shouldn't have asked.

Because Bruce Wayne is the same, if not Bruce Wayne needs to appear in front of the media from time to time.

Jason felt that the recreational equipment in Wayne Manor alone was enough for a person to live in it for a lifetime.

"There is a hundred-acre flower field south of Gotham."

Jason nodded. As someone who had read and recited the map of Gotham, he naturally knew what Ryan was talking about.

The blooming flowers there are beautiful and natural, surrounded by the Mediterranean Sea, which is completely different from Gotham's dark gothic style or extremely modern decoration style.

It's like the holy land where the goddesses of the four seasons live in mythology, so Gotham people call it Eternal Paradise.

"Eternal Paradise? Where do you live?"

Ryan was stunned for a moment before realizing where Jason was talking about Eternal Paradise.

"Eternal Paradise? Well...according to the name of Gotham, it is indeed this, yes, I lived there before."

Jason thought for a while, but he didn't have too much information about Eternal Paradise in his head, except that it was a small island and flower fields surrounded by the Mediterranean Sea.

"What's your last name?"

"Cadia, Anser Cadia." Ryan also said his name by the way.

Jason nodded, he really didn't have the impression of this surname in his head.

If it is a hidden family, it is normal not to know the current situation of Gotham, after all, Gotham has been shuffled many times.

"Red Hood."

"what?"

"Well, you or Deadshot, which one of you has better marksmanship?" Ryan's face was full of confusion.

Jason raised his eyelids, glanced at Ryan, and replied cautiously: "Our habits of dual-purpose guns are different. He is better at using long-range snipers, and I am more accustomed to using medium- and short-range guns."

"I should have a higher chance of winning if you don't only fight with marksmanship." This is not Jason's bragging, he just came to the conclusion after analyzing the combat data of the dead shooter.

First of all, in Gotham, the chances of him facing off with Deadshot and using the gun purely from a distance are extremely low.

The dead shooter is only good at marksmanship, and his melee ability and battlefield response control ability are not strong.

Jason is different. His favorite and most proficient weapon is firearms, but he does not only know firearms. He learned too many things in those days when he acted as Robin and followed Batman.

And since they are already in Gotham, there is no such thing as a fair duel. Each of them is fighting for their lives, so naturally there will be no duel based on the premise of using a gun.

Moreover, Jason believed in his marksmanship very much. Even if he faced Deadshot, he didn't think his marksmanship was worse than Deadshot. He thought he should be better than Deadshot.

"I think--"

"What are you thinking about?" Jason looked at Ryan warily. The last time Ryan had the idea of ​​'thinking' was to ask him to be a housekeeper. He went directly from a bodyguard to a nanny.

Ryan smiled sweetly and shyly: "I want to hire you as my coach and teach me how to use a gun."

Ryan looked down at his right leg. He moved his hip bone and tried to lift his right leg. He did it, but he only lifted his right thigh, and the leg below the knee fell limply.

"It seems that I have nothing to learn now except guns." Ryan said dejectedly, looking at his legs.

Jason gave Ryan a look of disapproval that he had learned from Batman.

"I know a woman whose spine was broken by the clown, but she didn't give up, she sat in a wheelchair to learn hacking skills, and now her spine is healed, she can travel through the nights of Gotham like before, and at the same time Also a good hacker."

Jason was talking about Barbara Gordon, of course.

Jason admired Barbara Gordon very much. After experiencing the worst day, she didn't lose her strength. On the contrary, she became more and more courageous, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon.

"You mean the oracle?" Ryan asked.

Jason glanced at Ryan in surprise, he didn't expect Ryan to know the oracle.

Seeing the surprise in Jason's eyes, Ryan raised his head proudly, and used Jason's answer to ask him if he was from Gotham just now to tell Jason why he knew.

"I'm from Gotham."

Jason looked at Ryan amusedly, but he didn't think much about it. Xiaoba likes to post some non-confidential stories that happened inside the Bat Family on the Internet in the spirit of novels.

"You're right, I should also learn how to hack. Well... I have to find a teacher." Ryan rubbed his chin with his hands.

"I'm a quick learner. I pay three times the salary by the hour. Can you teach me how to use a gun?" Ryan looked at Jason anxiously.

Jason didn't intend to refuse to teach Ryan to use a gun. Even if Ryan didn't say anything, he would still propose to teach Ryan to use a gun.

A gun is the best self-defense weapon. It is deadly and can scare away enemies. More importantly, it is the most suitable weapon for Ryan to learn.

If Jason wants to become Ryan's bodyguard, it means that he will have to stay by Ryan's side for a large part of the time recently.

Jason has other things to do, so naturally he can't do this job for too long.

But letting a person who has no self-protection ability and is targeted by unknown forces stay in the West District is tantamount to letting an atrocity happen.

Ryan had to learn to protect himself with a gun in a short time, at least to the point where he would no longer be hijacked easily when walking alone in the West End at night.

It's actually very simple -

If Ryan really learned things quickly as he said.

It's just that the point was never there.

Jason stared slightly at the expression on Ryan's face, then suddenly moved his face away.

Did Ryan know that when he said 'okay', his face and tone sounded like he was being coquettish?

His voice is very soft, like the food that Jason yearned for when he was a child, but he never bought it when he grew up. It is sweet and soft, and it will melt away with a single sip. It seems to be called cotton candy?

With this coquettish words, the pair of eyes shaped like peach petals stretched open, as if blooming, the honey-colored eyes were quenched with golden light, the eyebrows would be unconsciously lowered, and the lips were slightly raised , as if laughing.

How could a man be so soft and beautiful?

Jason thought about it, but silently swallowed the sentence back.

He remembered that Ryan was an atypical Gotham person. He was indeed raised in the palm of his hand and soaked in a sugar bowl. He had never seen any dark people. Maybe he should be so soft.

Ryan mistook his expression for rejection, and he said anxiously: "How about three times the daily calculation?" They can't train all day, if the daily calculation, Jason can earn more A lot of money.

Jason coughed lightly, and would not admit that he was tricked by Ryan's coquettish 'okay'.

"There is no charge for this, and the bodyguard business comes as a bonus. Red Hood's bodyguard business and butler business are very expensive, and that's enough."

Ryan heard Jason's implication that he was embarrassed to charge him more money, and he was happy: "Then it's worth it, I hired a bodyguard, a housekeeper and a teacher at the same time, what should I call you?" A bodyguard? A housekeeper? A teacher?"

Jason pretended he didn't hear, and continued, "By the way, you don't need to find a teacher if you want to learn hacking skills. I happen to know someone here."

"?" Ryan looked at Jason.

"You know Jarvis from Iron Man and the super hacker codenamed Sombra?"

Ryan nodded, he naturally knew that Jarvis was a super humanoid hacker computer steward.

Sombra is not strictly a hacker, she is more like a mysterious hacker without a trace.

One day, on a whim, she hacked into the mobile phones of every resident or tourist in Dorado, asking them if they had ever looked up at the sky.

Although most people regard this sentence as a joke, it really makes people see something.

That is Dorado's sky ring code.

"My friend's hacking skills are among the best in the world, similar to Jarvis and Sombra." Jason had already pulled out his cell phone and started contacting Tim Drake while speaking.

The Archangel Michael delivered the Gospel to Gotham before he left. The condemnation that comes with being an angel of justice will also make the guilty confess their crimes. The greater the crime, the longer the conviction will last.

Most of the criminals in Arkham Asylum and Black Gate Prison were criminals who had committed the most heinous crimes. Under the influence of Michael, they stopped escaping from prison and stopped making trouble.

A few months have passed, and only some second-rate and third-rate criminals have escaped from the Arkham Asylum. There is no need for a group of Batmen to dispatch them. Damian can clean them up by himself.

So Tim was also rarely (crossed out) forced to take a vacation for himself, referring to staying in the company all day and working hard as a social animal.

However, Tim may feel uncomfortable if he has been overworked for too long without working. He is trying to find something for himself every day.

Just let Tim teach Ryan a hand, how much he can learn depends on Ryan's luck.

Ryan immediately knew who Jason was talking about. The third bird of the Bat family was indeed a computer wizard.

Tim, who was holding his computer and staring at the guards and fighting landlords in Arkham Asylum, picked up his phone.

Jason: Are you busy recently? Do me a favor.

Tim:?

Jason: Take a student and teach him how to play on the computer.

Jason: Anyway, you're free.

Tim: OK.

Tim: But how much he can learn is up to his luck.

Tim will teach Ryan without reservation, but how much Ryan can learn is not his business.

He was just free to find something to do for himself.

Tim rolled his eyes, why not take this opportunity

The next second, the phone turned on again.

Jason: Tell me, don't think about spying on people all day long. Has anyone said that you look like an old bat?Nothing else but your desire to control.