I haven't been a big brother for many years

In a mansion in Gotham City that does not belong to the Wayne family.A handsome silver-haired man leaned lazily on the "throne" decorated with white animal skins and carved with exquisite patterns.

This mansion is almost a forbidden place in the hearts of black people in Gotham City, and it is also a holy place.Not many people have seen the real face of Gotham's "Mafia Brother", but most of them know that he is very dangerous and very young.

Ryan Black controls almost all the resources of the entire Gotham City, especially after the heir of the Wayne family was declared dead, but the strange thing is that this boss seems to be consciously avoiding various transactions of the Wayne family.

He didn't seem to want anything to do with the Waynes.

Not to mention how cruel and ruthless this boss is in the rumors.

He was sitting lazily on the chair at the moment, holding two documents in his hand - one was the return of Bruce Wayne, and the other was the appearance of Batman, which disturbed the business of several people at the pier.

Ryan sighed helplessly, and the consultant's weird chatter echoed in his ears.

This intelligence consultant has been with Ryan for five years, and he thinks he has figured out the temper of this big boss. There is no bottom line, his personality is gentle, and he will not get angry easily, which is extremely inconsistent with the rumors.The consultant coughed twice to get Ryan's attention back.

Ryan came back to his senses and silently turned his head to look at the consultant.He knew what the advisor was trying to say.It was nothing more than persuading him not to worry about Wayne Enterprises and let him do it.

Ryan twitched the corner of his mouth weakly, not wanting to make any remarks.

But obviously, this resourceful consultant did not intend to give up, and he tapped the two documents with his fingers.He smiled cryptically at Ryan.

"Sir, haven't you noticed? Our cute little Batman is obviously this Mr. Bruce Wayne."

Ryan's heart sank, and he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, looking at him with a smile in his bright red eyes.The deep voice that has not been spoken for a long time is full of intoxicating magnetism:

"Oh? My good sir, what made you come to such an absurd conclusion? No one will believe you when you say such things."

Years of experience made the consultant feel a little nervous. He subconsciously moved his Adam's apple up and down, and said cautiously:

"Sir, in this case, I will definitely tell you first, and I will only tell you."

The consultant seemed to hear the very young but already gray-haired man who was only one meter away from him chuckle.He clenched his hands for an instant, and raised his head to see where he had offended this big boss: he had followed Mr. for many years, and he was used to his attitude of killing people.

But, he might never know again.

The sharp black narrow knife instantly sliced ​​across the throat of the advisor who had been with him for five years.Only a bright red line of blood was left on the neck of the person in front of him.

Ryan, as if nothing had happened, leaned back on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and meditated.In front of Ren, the body that was still chattering a minute ago lay on the ground.

He frowned slightly.

Some trouble.

After a while, Ryan opened his eyes again, touched the cheek of Prince Gotham in the photo with his white and slender fingers, and murmured absentmindedly, "I wish I had never seen you, troublemaker."

Reluctantly rubbing his temples with his fingers, there was a warm smile on the corner of his mouth that even he didn't know.

Undoubtedly, when Ryan saw these two documents, he had already guessed that these two people might be the same person.

After all, he was too familiar with these two people.

Even if it's only one-sided.

But right now, he's just guessing.

The appearance time of these two people is too similar, only a few days difference.

Ryan stroked his chin with his left hand, perhaps preparing for this outfit?

Secondly, I got the news that Bruce entered the company's almost abandoned technology research department as soon as he entered Wayne Company.

Although the "resurrected" Mr. Wayne may just want to find a relatively easy department to infiltrate the company, so that he can take over again in the future.But obviously, Batman's equipment can be obtained anywhere.

It is said that Batman went to see the "honest official" Gordon of the police station, but fell from upstairs. He estimated that the guy who claimed to be Batman was seriously injured.

However, the next day, Batman has a cape that can jump directly from the top of the building without damaging him.And on this day, Bruce once again (reread), "just so" (reread), visits Wayne Co.

In the end, there really is no one better able to support a knight so well equipped than a billionaire.

Even if they are not the same person, they must be closely related.

Ryan flicked his hair helplessly, whoever, whoever it is, go and remind this bastard what stupid things he has done.

But it's just thinking about it, this kind of thing can only be done by oneself, once the person who knows these things will end up disappearing from the world silently like the poor consultant lying at his feet.

Finally he got up from his seat and walked out of the mansion where he lived for more than a year.

Blue blood vessels can be clearly seen under the pale skin, as if the nobles who swallowed lead in the Middle Ages deliberately created them to show their skin whiteness.

Even though he still insists on exercising in the gym of the residence every day, his body, which has not seen the sun for a long time, still shows some unhealthy symptoms.Fortunately, Ryan doesn't care about these.

Push open the door and walk through a few corridors to the hall. This place is much more lively than the place where he stays all year round. A long conference table is full of gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, and the secretary shuttles between these people. Finally, serve tea and pour water.

Disturbed by the sudden opening of the door, everyone looked up in his direction.Most of the people showed puzzled and vigilant expressions, while some bigwigs who knew him and had great status in Gotham's underworld gave him horrified looks.

An old gentleman with white hair rushed to his side: "Sir..." What happened?

Ryan glanced at him and smiled gently, "Go out." The deep male voice was as intoxicating as a cello, and although there was a smile on his face, there was no smile in the bright red inhuman eyes and voice.

The old housekeeper Andre hurriedly called the servant, and the maid was holding a tray in her hand. The tray was very large, but there were very few things inside.

Ryan raised his eyebrows, took all the documents and a little change, and picked a key at random.

The maid looked up at the right time: "The second car in the third row, sir."

The originally noisy hall was eerily quiet at the moment, only the sound of a person's leather shoes stepping on the marble floor could be heard.

It wasn't until the sound disappeared that the maid dared to raise her head again and quietly retreated.

Lane didn't know where he should go.

Apparently he can't break into Mr. Bruce Wayne's mansion right now, throw the keys in his face, and tell him you lost your vest.

Let's not talk about whether it seems that he is a little brainless by doing this, because of their relationship alone, they are not familiar with that.

Then.

He tapped the steering wheel twice with his slender fingers, and looked down at the clothes on his body.

A tailored lead gray suit from Savile Row, London.

It doesn't look like a suitable outfit for a Gotham baby who can approach the night.

At least it should be more convenient.

So he drove directly to a century-old department store downtown.

Although he did not adorn any jewellery, the clothes and his own temperament still showed the good family background of this young man.It attracted the frequent glances of the passing citizens.

There were even a few bold girls who came forward to ask for his contact information.

Ryan, accustomed to being stared at by others, went straight into a second-hand flea shop.

I picked out a cheap hooded sweater, sports pants, and a pair of sports-oriented canvas boots.

He also took off a faceless male mask hanging on the wall.

These things only cost him four dollars. The shopping guide gave a grateful smile, and Ryan turned around and went into the bathroom with these things.

The person who went in was a gentle and polite gentleman.The person who came out had white hair in a mess and lost the concept of hairstyle, his bright red eyes were slightly narrowed, the corners of his mouth were curved in a cynical way, and his back was always straight and slightly hunched.

His demeanor changed, except for his exquisite appearance, he looked like a student who just walked out of Gotham University after class.

In this way, he turned into an Internet cafe on the side of the road without attracting anyone's attention.

Picking a single room in a small corner, Ryan quickly hacked into Wayne's house and looked through the purchase records.Sure enough, [-] purchase records of helmets and bat ears were found.He frowned, and just about to delete all of them, he changed his mind and added the purchase record to a recent drug lord who was crazy about selling drugs.

Then he hacked into Wayne Company again, and changed the person in charge of several unimportant documents signed by Wayne Company a few days ago to Bruce Wayne's name to help Bruce find something to do these days.Otherwise, he only spent a lot of time in the company, but did nothing, which is really suspicious.

In the end, he changed another computer, randomly deleted and changed some trivial data of Wayne Company, and then deliberately triggered the alarm of Wayne Company's firewall.

After deleting his records on that computer, he sat back to his original position in boredom and started playing games.

This Internet cafe built in a department store has a lot of traffic, but there are relatively few surveillance cameras because it was built too early.He had just chatted with the lady at the front desk for a long time, and he picked that inconspicuous spot on the monitoring screen. After he moved back, someone else sat there soon.

The game was a stand-alone game from a long time ago, but he didn't feel bored and played it with gusto.

About two or three hours later, the police car roared up, and a large group of policemen pushed the person sitting at the position where he triggered the alarm just now onto the police car.

"What are you doing? I didn't do anything! Well, I just stole five dollars, five dollars!"

Ryan walked out of the Internet cafe with the crowd of spectators, gathered around, sighed twice, and sighed: It's really dangerous.Just now, he actually sat and played games with this person who didn't know what he had done.

He drove to an apartment where he lived in the early years. This apartment was almost unknown, but it had been too long and a thick layer of dust had already accumulated. Ryan had no choice but to call a part-time worker to clean it up first.

After cleaning the home, there was some weak warm atmosphere left, and Ryan didn't live in this apartment for a long time.The floor is covered with plush carpets, a huge projection cloth is hung on the wall, and game consoles and various game discs are piled underneath.Ryan couldn't help chuckling, remembering the hypocrisy of his youth.

I stuffed the food I bought by myself when the part-time worker was cleaning up in the refrigerator, and replaced the medicine in the medical kit.Have a glass of whiskey to pass the time.

It's early in the night, Batman only appears at night, but he's not.

But even then, he only wanted to get the attention of the Gotham baby of the night.

Terrorist attacks during the day are not as smooth as night after all.

What's more, he actually wants to make sure that under that ridiculous mask is the person he wants.

Sincerely look forward to meeting you.

Ryan leaned against the window, took a sip of whiskey, and raised the corners of his lips calmly.

The author has something to say:

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I want to write a person who thinks of himself as Batman's brother, who can more or less shield Bruce from the wind and rain.Brother underworld, yes.Ryan Black.