[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

Bei Guoxia woke up from his lethargy, and saw that the sun was shining outside the window.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, the severed hand delivered brunch.

Bei Guoxia gnawed on fried chicken nuggets, came to the backyard like a landlord, walked around the vegetable field, and was satisfied.

At this time, there were some yelling sounds, and he followed the sound to find it.

It was Connor and Jason fighting.

Carl wore a pair of sunglasses, moved a chair and sat next to the kennel, drinking a drink, basking in the sun and watching the fun.

"What is this doing?" Baguoxia asked.

"Jason said that Connor is not good at controlling power. Jason felt that the battle was not going well because of amnesia. So the two of them fought to find out the feeling of fighting." Carl smiled, "I watch the live performance."

"Is this a performance?" Bagel Xiaxun said, "This is a battle, be serious. Hey, make room for me."

Karl moved his body to make room for him in a corner of the chair.

Connor's fist was thrown by Jason and he dodged it.

When Jason landed on his left foot, he bent his right leg and slammed his knee into Connor's stomach hard.

The impact made Connor arch, but to him, it didn't hurt, instead it gave him a chance to grab Jason by the shoulders and throw him out.

Jason changed his posture in mid-air, landed again, and slid his feet back more than ten meters to let go of the inertial force.

These more than ten meters directly run through the vegetable field, leveling the soil where the seeds are buried, and splitting a path.

Baguoxia let out an "ah", dropped the chicken bone, and applauded with Karl.

"It's not for you to watch the excitement." Connor was a little impatient because he hadn't won for a long time.

He didn't understand, although he was better than Jason in terms of strength and speed, but he just didn't have the upper hand.

Jason ran over, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smirk: "Since they are watching the scene lively, why don't you let them join?"

"What do you want?" Bei Guoxia looked at the two men warily.

"You can eat ice cream, which shows that you need to exercise." Jason said without any explanation, grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

"Come on, run with us." Connor invited.

Bei Guoxia thought about it, and felt that it would not be bad to do some exercise: "Then I will try."

"I don't need it," Carl raised his hands, motionless, "I rely on my brain."

Walking out of the yard and standing by the side of the road, Jason stretched his arms and legs and said, "Let's run for fifty kilometers first."

"Whatever?" Bei Guoxia said in confusion, "Whatever?"

Before the words fell, Jason jumped out first.

Then, Connor patted Baguoxia on the shoulder and ran out.

Bei Guoxia swallowed her saliva and followed.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Bei Guoxia began to pant violently, sweat profusely, and her body wobbled: "I, I can't do it..."

Jason: "Is this unbearable?"

"I really can't... I want to..."

"What do you want, how do we know if you don't tell me clearly?"

"Rest." Bei Guoxia leaned over and fell to the ground, closing her eyes and pretending to be dead.

In the afternoon, Jason and Connor dragged him back like a dead dog while lifting one arm.

Carl stood at the door, looked at him sympathetically and shook his head: "You, if you want to commit suicide, can't you find a direct way?"

"Don't worry," Connor folded his arms and said with a straight face, "From today onwards, I'll make a training plan for you."

Bei Guoxia struggled to defend: "I am a writer, a literati, and a scholar. This is the characteristic of my profession!"

"What do you think of Hemingway?" Jason asked back.

Bei Guoxia collapsed on the sofa and continued to play dead.

On this calm afternoon, two villains stepped off the plane.

They are Crossbones Brock Rumlow and Vice Captain Jack Rollins.

They had just come out of New York, which was in dire straits, and as representatives of Hydra, they were invited to Gotham for a field trip.

"It is said that the people of Gotham are simple and honest, with outstanding people, and I think it is worthy of the name." Rumlow said with emotion.

They stood by the luggage conveyor belt like a watchdog, and there was no sign of the suitcase.

"What did you just say?" Rollins turned his head and asked Rumlow expressionlessly.

They walked out of the airport empty-handed, and the limousine that came to pick them up was already waiting by the side of the road.

After the two got into the car, they saw a black-haired young man in a white suit sitting in the back seat.

"Gentlemen, hello, I'm Lincoln March." The young man smiled at them, "Would you like some wine?"

"I'm Crossbones, and he's Rollins," Rumlow said, sitting across from him, "forgive me the politeness. Although you have had some business cooperation with Hydra before, I still don't know that you invited What we came for."

"The purpose is simple," Lincoln said, "I want to be in charge of 'The Owl.'"

Rumlow looked at him for a while and said, "I'm not very good at training birds, but you can try feeding them mice to get closer."

Lincoln laughed. "No, no, you're mistaken, Mr. Rumlow, I said 'The Court of Owls.' Don't you know?

"The Court of Owls is composed of many famous families with a long history in Gotham, and they are the real masters of this city. We exist in legends, hidden in the dark."

Rumlow touched the gun vigilantly: "How do you know my name?"

Lincoln said disappointedly: "I've said so much, you only care about this?"

Even so, he still cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "Nothing can be hidden from us. 'Beware of the court of owls, always watch your travels'."

Rumlow didn't understand a word, but it didn't prevent him from being friendly: "Of course, I was just joking. In fact, we Hydra also have similar cool poems."

"We didn't," Rollins said softly.

"Then make up a paragraph now," Rumlow whispered viciously, "otherwise I'll always feel inferior to him."

Rollins sighed, finally understanding why Pierce sent himself—not The Asset—to accompany Rumlow to Gotham.

Probably because he was afraid that he would be too competitive and sweep Gotham with his "assets".

Lincoln took out a bottle of premium red wine from the car refrigerator and poured them a glass each.

Holding a glass of wine, Rumlow looked out of the window and asked, "It's calmer than I imagined. I remember they said there was a clown in Gotham..."

"He's busy getting married or getting divorced," Lincoln said calmly.

"Oh." Not knowing who the clown is, Rumlow nodded calmly, "Where are the other criminals?"

"They're besieging Penguin." Lincoln replied more calmly.

Rumlow: There are owls and penguins, your Gotham is so lively.

He didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Mr. Rumlow," Lincoln said earnestly, "The Court of Owls has been deteriorating. I can't bear to say what the meeting has been discussing for half a month. But its degeneration has inspired me to rise."

Rumlow took a sip of wine, but still couldn't restrain his curiosity, and asked, "So what are you guys talking about these days?"

Lincoln looked out the window sadly: "We're voting on which Robin is the best."

Rollins: "???"

When it came to this incident, Lincoln couldn't control himself, and complained endlessly:

"Because of differences of opinion, the members of the court were divided into three factions.

"Originally, Nightwing was about to win with a one-sided advantage.

"It turns out Deathstroke is back, he likes the Titans, he's rooting for Damian, he's doing whatever he can to get tickets.

"My God, you have never seen a bear child who is more annoying than the fourth generation of Robin. We are adults, why do we have to deal with children?"

Rollins: "Uh..."

"Deathstroke is crazy! Can't he see that Dick's ass is Robin's soul?"

Rollins: Another dick and another butt, sounds like you guys are more perverted!

Rumlow nodded seriously: "I understand your feelings, I also lost in the meeting vote.

"Pierce has always insisted that if the 'asset' we were freezing was Steve Rogers, everything would be better.

"He doesn't even think about it, always saying that, how embarrassing our current 'assets' will be."

The two clinked glasses sympathetically.

As the only person on the scene who did not suffer from the second stroke, Rollins refused to comment further.

"So," Rumlow continued to ask, taking a sip of his wine, "is this why you want to rule the Court of Owls?"

"That's right," Lincoln nodded, "for defeating Batman. For power. For everything I deserve.

"I have a plan, but I can't do it on my own.

"So I am willing to do whatever it takes to build a good relationship with Hydra, just to use your strength today."

Rumlow said embarrassingly, "Well, I was going to say, are you trying to preserve the reputation of so-and-so's butt from Deathstroke."

Rollins sighed, pulled the captain, and said, "You sponsored us a lot of money, Mr. Lincoln. We thought at the time that you spent the money to buy the preservation technology of 'assets'."

"Ah, you mean that poor brainwashed soldier?" Lincoln smiled. "Actually, the court also has such an indestructible weapon. He is called 'Claw'."

Rumlow asked curiously: "Can you use him?"

"Yes," Lincoln said firmly, "I will convince the court to make him my servant."

Rumlow: "I believe you must have used very effective reasons to convince them?"

"I told them so that I could catch a Robin for them and make it our own."

Rollins: How obsessed you are with Robin!

Rumlow drank all the wine, calmed down, and commented: "Your court's selection criteria for those in power are really interesting."

"It's a matter of face." Lincoln explained, "The clown once took a fancy to a young man and wanted to train him to be his successor.

"But Batman took him first and made him Robin, which pissed off the Joker.

"Now, if we can turn that guy into one of our members, it's the equivalent of punching the Joker and Batman in the face at the same time."

As he spoke, Lincoln took out four photos from his suit pocket and handed them to Rumlow.

All four photos show different people.

Rumlow scrutinized and compared the heights of the four people in the photo, and carefully observed their buttocks, and asked wonderingly, "Are these four Robins?"

"No, this is the ex-Robin we want to capture. The other three are redundant, just his relations." Lincoln pulled out one of the photos.

The person in the photo is Jason.

"Our plans will all revolve around him," Lincoln said.

"I understand the truth," Rumlow asked persistently, "but what about the buttocks and the little boy?"

Rollins sighed deeply.

From now on, he will start this wonderful transformation journey with Rumlow:

From Hydra to Court of Owls.

But he wasn't looking forward to it at all.

He already regretted that he just wanted to fly back to the icy and snowy land immediately, hang himself at the gate of the base, and coerce Pierce to let "Asset" take his place.

It was this afternoon again, on the other side of the world, after Cassandra finished her task, she remembered that she seemed to have not paid attention to the news of Gotham for a few days.

So she turned on the computer.

The strange thing is that Gotham on the Internet has been quiet for a while?

This is the biggest abnormality!

She messaged Red Robin and Damian:

What's the latest inside news in Gotham?

Tim emailed back.

Cassandra opens the email

Looking at it, she narrowed down the email and opened the forum link sent by Li Qianhuan.

Revisit the beginning and update of that article.

She compared carefully.

Then message Tim: Is this real news?Or did you see the text?

Tim: What text?

Cassandra judged that Tim should not allow this kind of article involving Batman to exist on the X Academy's intranet.

and so……

She looked at the content on the forum with mixed feelings:

I thought you were fictional literature, but you are actually a documentary report?

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: One-way street, Yunhongfeng wine tea, look!What a big frog, a chug chug;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Xinyue; 1 bottle of cotton candy and Qiye;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!love~