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

In order to ensure Ryan's safety, Jason moved into Ryan's home in an alley in the West End.

Ryan left in a hurry at the time to avoid the enemies who were chasing and killing him. He hid in the depths of the West District, the most remote and dangerous place, but also the safest place for Ryan now.

It's just that Ryan, who has always been used to living in the luxurious environment of Yongyuan Paradise, also wants to make himself as comfortable as possible under such circumstances.

So his house is a bit out of place compared to the chaos and dirtiness of the West End.

It's not good for Jason to trouble a disabled person to make his bed, and he lived in a slum as a child and grew up in various dangerous places for a long time.

Jason never picks the environment, he can just lie down on a piece of cardboard.For him, a comfortable resting environment is not important, as long as he can close his eyes and rest.

For Jason, rest is just a necessary activity for him to maintain energy and vitality, just like eating, so he never picks on anything.

Even in the base of the Outlaws, he would sit on the sofa and wipe his guns when he was free, and there was a high probability that he would not go back to bed at night. He was used to going to sleep directly on the sofa.

and--

Jason glanced at the sofa that was soft enough for him to lie down on and turn around without falling off.

Isn't this different from a bed?

Jason listened to Ryan excitedly arranging the room and various matters for himself.

His temples were throbbing non-stop, and he couldn't help interrupting Ryan directly. "Stop talking."

It's not because Ryan is too noisy, in fact, Jason likes the feeling of being cared for, but it makes Jason, who has always been short of love, feel terrified. He shouldn't have such a relationship with Ryan.

Because the relationship between them is just 'employment relationship', mercenaries are like fast food, they can be used immediately, and the boss generally doesn't say much to 'fast food' except for issuing orders.

Of course, there are also some employers who will show their favor to Jason, usually because they see Jason's face.

Ryan is an exception, not only an exception, he is also a novice 'employer' who seems to treat 'fast food' as a friend.

Oh, he said that he had been living in Yongyuan before, he had never been exposed to the outside world, and he didn't have the ability to distinguish good from bad. When he was deceived by his beard, he foolishly thought that people really wanted to help him, so he had to follow them Let's go, almost no money.

Jason had some headaches, a kind of headache that the old mother's heart is tired of.

"Listen, huh? Cadia, huh?"

Ryan: "Anser."

"Okay, Anser." Jason stared at Ryan seriously, and Ryan straightened up subconsciously. "You must firmly remember what I say next and engrave it into your DNA."

Seeing Jason so serious, Ryan withdrew the warm smile on his face. He closed his lips tightly and looked at Jason with a respectful look.

"In the future, it is not allowed to be so kind to others."

As soon as the words fell, both of them were taken aback.

The extremely possessive words were as if Jason was announcing that Ryan could only treat him well.

Meeting Ryan's stunned expression, Jason quickly explained to himself: "I mean, you don't need to be so nice to other mercenaries, it's easy to lure wolves into your house in Gotham."

Ryan let out an 'oh', and his caramel-colored eyes showed a look that I understood. Jason was numb, and the last sentence he said seemed to be ambiguous.

Ryan turned his head and pointed to a room: "Would you like to sleep in that room? Sunny, if you don't like it, there is an empty room at the end of the corridor, just piled up some debris, if you need me to help you out."

As he said that, the little cripple walked inside with a cane, as if he could make room for Jason right away.

Jason hurriedly grabbed Ryan. "I sleep on the sofa."

Ryan got stuck all of a sudden. In his opinion, giving the guests the best things possible, but the guests want to sleep on the sofa?

Although Jason is not strictly a guest, as someone who has helped Ryan, Ryan will subconsciously regard him as a guest.

He frowned and said apologetically, "I'm sorry...the conditions are limited now, why don't you stay in my room and I sleep on the sofa?"

Jason glanced at Ryan, he felt a little annoyed, he was not good at these back and forth, even if what Ryan said was not polite, he was serious.

"As my employer, I can still let you sleep on the sofa? I just like to sleep on the sofa, what's the matter?"

Jason's words successfully blocked Ryan's continuous output. Ryan's lips moved, and he didn't continue to speak. He dragged his legs into the room with a cane.

He was relieved to see Ryan disappear into himself, damn it, it's finally over.

Jason had never been treated so warmly before, he really couldn't bear it, even though he was happy in the majority.

Jason Todd is such a person. He always feels that others should not treat him well, because he does not feel that he is worthy of being treated well by others, and he is not confident.

This has also led to the fact that once someone treats him well, he will repay the kindness to him twice as much.

"correct."

Jason's body that had just relaxed tensed up again, and he frowned and looked at Ryan with a bad expression.

Ryan clasped the door frame with both hands, poked out half of his head from the room, and stared at Jason without blinking his caramel-colored eyes.

"what's up?"

"What should I call you?"

Jason knew Ryan was asking what Ryan would call him when he wasn't wearing a hood, and he wasn't always wearing a hood.

He hadn't intended to reveal his true appearance, except for Jason's companions, no one knew who was behind the mask of the red hood.

Now there is one more exception, Ryan.

Jason knew what kind of person he was, and he didn't regret saving Ryan in the city that never sleeps.

Seeing that Jason didn't speak, Ryan had already opened up his imagination. "Mr. Bodyguard? Butler? Teacher? Red Hood—"

"Jason."

Jason directly interrupted Ryan's words, and he regretted it just after saying this.

Why did he say his real name?He should make up a false name and tell Ryan, it would be safer for Ryan and for him.

But looking at Ryan's pure, shining eyes, Jason couldn't tell any lies.

"Just call me Jason." Jason's eyes flickered.

"Hello, Jason." Ryan pursed his lips and smiled cutely, his eyelashes fluttered, the tails of his eyes were curved, and two dimples appeared on his cheeks.

"Good night, Jason."

Jason froze for a moment, this was the first time he heard someone say good night to him, whether it was in Bat's house or in Outlaws.

His mates would tell him to 'go to bed early' but never say good night.

They won't go to sleep after saying 'good night', they have so much to do in Gotham.

Ryan's words made Jason feel a strange warm current flow into his heart, which made him a little panicked, his heart seemed to bottom out again and again, and it seemed to finally hit the ground.

He thought it must have finally landed.

At this moment, all the restlessness in Jason's heart became peaceful and relaxed.

He finally let go of his brows that had never been soothed, and the forehead was relieved for a while, so Jason raised his lips and showed a faint smile.

"Good night."

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The next day, Jason took Ryan to an underground gun practice range in the West District.

Jason didn't wear the red hood that symbolized his status, but simply wore a hood and mask, and so did Ryan.

There are very few people who have met Ryan, and Ryan is not very worried that he will be recognized. How could someone recognize him with a pair of eyes?

But Ryan guessed that the enemies of the Cardia family didn't expect Ryan to hide in the most dangerous West District, or maybe they felt that Ryan could not survive in the West District.

If Jason didn't come, I'm afraid he really wouldn't be able to survive.

It is not ruled out that the enemies of the Cardia family feel that a cripple is not threatening, but this possibility is not high.

Because Oswald the Penguin used to be a cripple who held an umbrella for others, but now he is the mayor of Gotham City and the king of Gotham's underground world.

Jason is different. Red Hood's swift and resolute handling of affairs has made him many enemies, like Penguin and Black Mask.

In addition, Jason cleaned up the West District by himself, which touched the cake of many people.

Red Hood is attacked wherever he goes.

In order to avoid attacks and troubles, Jason changed out of the clothes that belonged to the red hood.

Jason first taught Ryan how to use the simplest women's pistol.

It was not the first time for Ryan to use a firearm. He might not be as proficient as Jason, but he had used it a lot.

So he just pretended to use it for the first time.

A shot that hits the target, even if it misses the mark, is pretty good for a person who has only touched a gun for less than half an hour.

Jason glanced at Ryan unexpectedly.

A trace of doubt flashed in his heart, could Ryan really know how to use a gun?

Ryan looked at Jason reservedly, but couldn't help raising his chin. The light in his eyes was obviously seeking praise. He imitated Jason's movement of turning the gun in circles in his hand after shooting.

With a snap, the gun fell to the ground.

Ryan:  …

Jason picked up the gun and looked at Ryan amusedly, and Ryan glanced away awkwardly.

Jason quickly vetoed his doubts about Ryan just now, and Ryan was clearly a novice.

An extremely talented rookie, he may be a natural quick shooter.

He had thought that what Ryan said about learning quickly was just for him to teach him.

Seeing Ryan's serious and talented appearance, Jason also began to seriously teach Ryan how to use a gun. No teacher would not like a talented and hardworking student.

Even Jason is no exception, not to mention Jason intends to teach Ryan well.

Jason taught Ryan how to use several pistols, whether it was fully automatic, semi-automatic, or revolver, he taught them all.

As long as Ryan gets used to the recoil of the gun, he will soon be able to master the gun, and the gun can hit a human-shaped target.

Jason estimated that Ryan would be able to hit the bullseye completely in about a week.

A day passed, Jason estimated the time to take Ryan back, and he turned to greet Ryan.

The black-haired young man looked up at a submachine gun hanging on the wall. He looked calm, but Jason was inexplicably uncomfortable.

Ryan only looked at it for a moment, then he turned to Jason.

"Got to go?"

"You want to play this?" Jason raised his eyebrows.

Regarding Jason's irrelevant question, Ryan tilted his head noncommittally: "I shouldn't be able to, I have to stick a stick in one hand."

Jason noticed that he didn't say he didn't want to play, just that he couldn't.