[Zhongyingmei] The number one black powder

Jason walked quickly through the forest path, and the advantage of stepping on the soft ground was that there was nothing but the rustling sound caused by the friction between the soles of his heavy boots and the grass.

The greenery in this rich community is so good that even Jason, who has seen big scenes and lived in mansions, can’t help but think so. Excessively lush vegetation is actually quite a scary blind spot at night, which will bring many Security risks.

But he is not a construction engineer, and he has no intention of criticizing the design of the community.He climbed over the wall and walked quietly and familiarly through the garden of the community, and touched a house.

——This kind of single-family rich man's house is also quite unsafe to a certain extent, and no neighbors will find out if someone touches it.

Jason flipped in through the kitchen window at the back of the house deftly, and at the same time wanted to close the window and walk out of the kitchen door.However, when he opened the door and walked out, the sound of a gun being loaded from the direction behind the door slapped his face severely.

He calmly raised his hand and slowly turned his head to look at the person who was holding his gun against him from behind.In the dim light, he could only see a man about his height standing behind him, wearing a short-sleeved home shirt, showing strong arms and a steady hand holding the trigger.

After seeing Jason, he raised his gun, took a step back, and turned on the light switch in the living room behind him.

The suddenly brighter light made Jason's eyes under the mask slightly narrowed to adapt. He watched the other party close the safety and skillfully put the gun back behind him, then turned to look at the kitchen.There were a few muddy footprints of Jason on the bright and clean tiles in the kitchen, which made him frown. The man deliberately lowered his magnetic voice to express his dissatisfaction, "I just cleaned the floor today."

"..." Jason completely ignored the grey-haired man's complaints, walked to the sofa and sat down on his own, then buttoned his hood, took it off and casually put it on the glass coffee table. Not a small collision sound.

"Hey, take it easy." The man behind him said in a low voice, watching him continue to untie the heavy tactical belt with various weapons hanging on it, and also threw it on the table, and then saw the red hood from above. Cracks spread all the way down the top of his head, so he raised his eyebrows. "Bad day?"

"Tsk." Jason was busy taking off his smudged coat with a dark face, until the latter took out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and handed it to him, then he eased up a bit, "What is she doing? She's asleep ?”

The other party did not answer his question, but raised his head and looked behind him over the top of his head.

So Jason also turned his head, and saw the girl leaning silently on the door frame of the room, holding a stack of papers in her hand.

The girl's pair of big eyes occupying most of the upper part of her face, high nose bridge, and pointed chin form a deep but delicate appearance. Jason knew that when the girl grinned with mean lips, This face will show the crazy wildness of the special little devil.At this moment, the owner of this face narrowed his eyes slightly, and could only see the displeasure in the brown eyes.

"If an object stays still, it means it wants to be there."

The girl read aloud what was written on the paper in her hand, walked over, squeezed a seat next to Jason, put the stack of paper on her lap, and then ruthlessly drew circles on it——Jason Sen saw that it was a stack of students' homework—and went on to complain about "what are kids thinking these days, Reed Richards has published three papers on gravitational field experiments at his age, and they even The most basic Newton's force has not been understood yet."

"He's Mister Fantastic, you can't be so demanding." The other man went back to the refrigerator again, rummaged through it to find a bottle of juice, and commented neither salty nor weak.

"I asked for it." The girl still lowered her head and stared at the homework in hand, and sighed, "Oh, entropy refers to the degree of chaos in the system. Finally, there are still children who understand." Her The tone was pleasantly surprised, as if Ali Baba had found a treasure, rather than trying to find the correct answer among a group of middle school students who didn't know how to do their homework.Then she put the stack of homework aside, pressed half of it under her buttocks, looked up at the uninvited guest who had been silent since the beginning, "So what are you doing so late?"

"I need a new tactical belt." Jason replied from his own thoughts, holding the precarious belt that was broken in two and connected by a few wires between two fingers.

However, the girl only gave the poor thing a hand, and was obviously more interested in other things. She reached out and picked up the hood of the red hood that was far away from her, looked up and down in her hand, and ran her fingers across the crack. slit all the way to the starting point of the slit on the top of the head.The starting point was a flat crack with a torn edge. Compared with an explosion or a bullet, it was more like the mark of being pierced by some sharp object, so she curled her lips and glanced dissatisfiedly at the young man beside her, "I told you, Patience, and your definition of Patience is 'go get in trouble with Batman'?"

"He was the one standing in front of me." Jason curled his lips, instead of looking at her, he took a sip of beer and said pretending not to care.

"..." The girl rolled her eyes at this, she slightly turned her head and looked to the other side, the man who was originally by the refrigerator had already leaned against the wall and started to watch the fun, he shrugged when he met the girl's eyes She shrugged her shoulders, and the girl let out a sigh of relief, "Did you stay by Batman's side all those years for nothing? He will find out who you are sooner or later, and the more times you hang out in front of him, the faster this time will go."

"I know that guy better than you." Jason's face darkened because of the girl's words, and he growled angrily, "This is my business, you don't need to point fingers."

"And every time you argue with Batman, I'm the one who cleans up for you." The girl tapped the crack, implying, "Do I look like a plumber on call?"

"You're more like a computer repairer." The man leaning against the refrigerator suddenly intervened and teased.

"John, who are you from!" The girl turned her head like a fury, threw the damaged hood in that direction to vent her dissatisfaction, and then turned back to Jason, "I think I need to emphasize Let’s take a look at our original agreement, the content was ‘You help me understand Gotham and jointly control the underground market here’, now I feel that only I am faithfully fulfilling the agreement.”

Jason looked at the girl who was a head shorter than him. At the moment, she squinted her eyes like a feline with fried hair, but the difference was that under the close-up light, her eyes showed A kind of grayish blue—he had heard the old bat mention it as a manifestation of heterochromia—he resisted the urge to reach out and pluck his hair, and stretched out his hand to express his willingness to make peace "Okay , I try to avoid old bats."

"..." The girl looked at him suspiciously for a while, then lowered her tense shoulders, waved her hand, and generously said that it was fine.Then she turned her head to look at the broken belt on the table, and muttered, "The broken one can't be repaired, let's get a new one, I have some new ideas for upgrading..."

As soon as he heard that there were new equipment available, Jason Todd immediately gave up his cruel and devilish image of gangsters, and switched to a very dog-legged expression: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, you have the final say."

And the girl didn't turn her eyes away, she just looked at the thing in her hand over and over again, and continued to click her mouth: "It really wasn't my own, it's really cruel."

Jason·It’s not really his own·The former second-generation Robin Todd was picked up because he became famous for prying the tires of the Batmobile back then.

At the same time, Batman, who had returned to the Batcave in a hurry, sat down in front of the computer and began to work hard.

Just came home today, and Ye Yi, who was waiting for him in the Bat Cave, relied on his many years of experience to see a look of bad luck from the perennial cloudy and overcast face, so he swallowed it with a strong desire to survive. That hello, after Batman sat down, he leaned over to the current Robin and asked in a low voice, "What did you encounter today?"

"What else, just a bunch of crap." Tim shrugged and recalled the fight with people at an underground trading site earlier today, and briefly told his elder brother about the new unknown number How the guy with the red bucket on his head descended from the sky and attacked indiscriminately, taunted Batman with a corner, and then threw off disabled criminals and had an explosion and ran away.

And maybe Tim, as a wise man, has too rich a vocabulary, so he told things vividly, and this wonderful story happened to fall into the ears of Dick, whose girlfriend was addicted to the Vampire Diaries recently.So Dick got rid of the chaff and took the essence, streamlined and refined the key points, and automatically put it in the "Red Hood came to Gotham in disguise because of love and hate, just to ask Batman if he loved it". code on.

So Dick, who was stunned by the [-]-word dog-blood abuse essay he had made up in his head, hugged his face in the next second and cosplayed the famous impressionist oil painting and screamed, and the scream echoed in the Batcave, "I told you a long time ago, you If you are so flirtatious and ruthless, sooner or later you will meet a woman you can't afford!"

Batman who doesn't understand what his adopted son is talking about: ? ? ?

Tim, who doesn't understand how his big brother's magical brain circuit can come to such a conclusion: ...

But before Batman and Robin could react and say something to remedy it, they heard the hand of the old butler who had just come down to deliver tea shake, and the tea set and plates fell to the ground together.