[Zhongyingmei] The number one black powder

Carrying the Thai food bought from the street next door, John turned into the port alley that was deserted after nightfall, skillfully avoided several detectors, walked to the dilapidated abandoned fishing boat, and heard the voice of the red hood .

He pushed aside the half-collapsed wooden boards on the wall and stepped into the cabin of the fishing boat. Everything suddenly became clear. The ultra-modern metal walls reflected lights that could not be seen from the outside. Amidst the sound of some mainframe fans running, Jason continued: "I've played house with you for so long, it's time to fulfill the agreement."

And Veronica's voice sounded quite casual: "I thought you were enjoying it, these role-plays of who do you think I am, you and Batman's you advance and retreat are not very hot."

"..." Jason snorted coldly, "He recognized me."

With a snap, something fell to the ground and rolled twice.John rolled just under his feet as he walked in, so he stooped to pick up the screwdriver and watched the two men confront each other in the lab.

Veronica has turned her head from her chair and looked at Jason.For a moment, she turned pale and looked frightened, and she asked softly, "When did it happen?"

"That's not something I'm going to talk about today."

"That's important, have you revealed anything else... have you spoken to him?"

"I wasn't being followed when I came, and no, I just fought the scarecrow with him."

"Just." Veronica repeated worriedly, then looked at John, her expression immediately improved, she reached out and swept aside the half-disassembled photon barrier generator to make room for him to put down the takeaway, and greeted John at the same time. Jason leaning against the wall, "Dining together? Thai food today."

"I'm not hungry." Jason replied, trying hard to bring the topic back to the point. "Our previous agreement was that I would help you gain a foothold in Gotham and compete for territory, and then you would help me get revenge."

Veronica interrupted him with "tom yum soup."

So Jason wavered, he hesitated, determined to stand firm, and refused, "No, we're talking about serious business now."

"Can we talk while eating? I've read about this in a book. The table culture is very particular." Veronica raised a pair of chopsticks to him, "Pineapple Seafood Curry Rice."

So Jason fell silent.

Veronica took the opportunity to add the last straw that crushed him, "Orange Chicken."

"That's not Thai food." Jason protested, but walked over, grabbed the cutlery, and sat down on a chair.

"I made a detour to the Chinese restaurant to order it." John replied, taking out beer from the small refrigerator in the corner, and asked curiously, "Have you studied table culture?"

"There are some cultures that are keen to put business on the table and talk while eating. I guess the principle is that when your blood is concentrated in the stomach to facilitate digestion, your brain is not very bright, and the probability of agreeing without thinking Bigger." Veronica said solemnly, watching Jason take the beer handed over by John, and added, "Two glasses would be better."

Jason silently put down the beer bottle.Deciding to finish what I have to say before the digestive system takes over from the brain "Now I need you to keep your promise, I want the clown."

"You want the clown." Veronica repeated, every word. "You know the clown is in Arkham, right?"

Jason shrugged: "Yeah."

Veronica: "What do you think of me?! A universal wishing machine! Those who robbed Arkham offended Batman!"

——The work you do now doesn’t please Batman, does it? !

Jason was unmoved: "Anyway, you have the ability."

"This won't work." Veronica resolutely refused after some deliberation. "This is a bit difficult, and you need to pay more."

Jason: "... How much more?"

After Veronica compared a number, he tightly covered his wallet with only two dollars and five cash.Then I thought about the profit and loss and quarterly dividends on their existing land, and replied: "Otherwise, I will pay you in installments."

Veronica showed the face of a profiteer for a second: "Okay, the annual interest rate will not be too high, just 20 points will be fine."

Jason: "Are you a loan shark?!"

"How can it be called a usury? The usury costs more than 24 points!" Veronica tilted her head and said indifferently, "Your money was stolen anyway."

Jason: ...doesn't it cost labor to grab the land? !Does it cost nothing to manage gangsters? !Do you think I have never studied management?I'm from the Wayne family!

"So you see, what a laborious and cost-effective business it is to snatch the clown out of the mental hospital." Veronica said while putting a shrimp in Jason's bowl, "I can ask, after you tied the clown What are you going to do?"

"That's my business, it has nothing to do with you." Jason was immersed in the touch of Veronica's taking the initiative to serve him food, thinking that the follow-up of this matter would not hurt the other party no matter what, so he said this "In the end I'll kill him."

"But killing the clown doesn't make any sense?" Veronica continued to dig into the soup with her chopsticks and said, "You killed the clown just to let him succeed. He wanted to separate you and Batman, and now his goal has been achieved , and if you kill him in front of Batman, you'll all be miserable forever, and he'll be happy. You can't be happy."

Jason was full of anger when Veronica first said it, and wanted to refute it, but he had been in Gotham for a while, and he had passed the stage where he didn't want to do things only with anger, and he also knew that Veronica Nika is right.So he suppressed his anger and asked sarcastically, "Then what's your opinion?"

"Sleep with his girl, clean up his account, raid his house, establish an order he doesn't like, and then I blow up the gate of Arkham, when he is about to run out of the door, when life is full of dawn, you will fall from the sky like a winner Break his legs and shut him back... If you don't understand, we can reuse the resources to make you hit him a few more times, even to the point of hemiplegia." Veronica answered fiercely and decisively, and her chopsticks were fished in the soup. After a circle, he failed to remove the prawns, so he turned to Jason with a murderous look. Jason, who was stunned for a moment, stepped back a little in shock, watching Veronica stretch out her chopsticks and take the chopsticks that were given to him earlier. Xia snatched it back again, and continued, "If you don't like this plan, we can also provide brainwashing services, wash the clown into five good citizens, make him do one hundred good deeds, and then restore his memory to make him suffer for a lifetime. All in all In a word, he wants you to die, you have to find a way to make his life worse than death."

Jason: ...You are too cruel.

Veronica: "Concession and concession, I think that's how it's written in novels about rebirth slapping faces."

So, Jason, who was fooled for a while, left in a daze after eating, and decided to think about life.

And John came back after packing up the fast food box next to him, saw Veronica who had started working again, and sat where Jason had been sitting before, "Do you want to talk about the reason?"

"what?"

"Every opinion you give is more complicated than just handing the clown to him." John replied, looking at the little girl, and asked again, "So you just don't want to hand the clown to him. Is there any particular reason?"

"Because that's what he wanted, and I have Asperger's syndrome, lack of understanding of other people's emotions, so I don't want to give him what he wants."

John let out a snort of disapproval, not satisfied with the reason.

Veronica didn't talk to him anymore, she lowered her head and focused on the work at hand. She checked all the wiring carefully, and then reassembled the weapon. John was still sitting patiently by her side and waiting for her.

So she said, "That's what Jason wants. If we give him, he won't need us. We'll lose him...I'll lose him."

This sudden sad style of painting came so fast that John was also infected with depression. Just as he was about to say something to comfort the little girl, he saw Veronica raised her head in shock, as if thinking of something Brilliant idea: "But you're right, we can't lose money."

John faintly felt that something was wrong but he was a little confused: "What do you want to do?"

Veronica didn't explain, but quickly took out the phone, sent two messages, and then handed the phone directly to John, who took a look at it.

The first message was posted on Gotham's dark web, an exchange group of various underground forces that she just joined: [Form a prison escape to recruit bosses, pick up cars and send bags to escape Arkham]

The second one was sent to a private number. Although it was not signed, you can tell who it was sent to by looking at the content: 【I plan to blow up Arkham, are you going to stop me? 】