I haven't been a big brother for many years

The dark gray shirt is paired with a black tie and a black suit jacket, and there is no extra decoration on the whole body.His face, which even the creator would be amazed by, stands out even more distinctly against such simple clothes.

Ryan sat at the table, looking sideways out the window.The beautiful orange light set a circle of gold around him, the slender eyelashes, and the fine hairs on his face turned into gold, and the bright red pupils reflected the sun, turning into a light crimson color.It was as if the entire autumn sun had melted in his eyes.

The whole person looks extremely soft.

Certainly not soft in the true sense.

But soft and deceitful soft.

In front of him is a ceramic cup of milk that has been drunk and a sandwich that has only moved a few mouthfuls in a saucer.There is also a small gun.

That's what Bruce saw when he woke up again.This is already Ryan's attire as a bodyguard.

He lay on the bed, looked at Ryan with his head propped up on one hand, and made a joke: "Is it really not a woman's dress?"

Ryan turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly, pulled out a clean handkerchief that he was going to use for a while to wipe his hands, and threw it precisely on Bruce's face that would cause the crowd to boil everywhere.

10.9 ring.

Full marks for the shooting competition.

He silently rated himself in his heart.

Bruce smiled helplessly, put the handkerchief on the bedside table, got up from the bed, stepped on the ground with bare feet, walked to the dining table and sat down.

This time, the one holding his head with one hand and tilting his head to look at people became Ryan. He seemed to really like walking around barefoot on the ground.Ryan thought.

Bruce looked sideways at the direction Ryan had just looked out of the window, and several police cars with red and blue lights flashing crossed roared past and stopped at the door of a bank.

He knows that bank.

Bruce raised his eyebrows. It was one of several banks that Gordon had mentioned to Batman a few days ago, and they had already found out through marked banknotes that the gangsters used to launder money.What's wrong?Or has Gordon already decided to do it?

Bruce turned his head to look at Ryan, and signaled with his eyes: What's going on?

Ryan looked at him for a moment, and looked out the window together: "A school bus crashed into it just now, and it has been gone for five or six minutes."

"school bus?"

Bruce was puzzled, and couldn't figure out how the school bus had something to do with the bank.

"Accidental?"

"...probably not."

Ryan turned his head, lowered his eyes, and stirred the empty cup with a spoon.

"The school bus hasn't stopped, and the ambulance hasn't arrived yet."

If it was an accident, someone would always call an ambulance for those poor kids.

Bruce stood up, and quickly put on the clothes that Alfred had already placed hanging aside.It looks like he is going out.

Ryan threw another handkerchief and hit him on the head with great accuracy: "Where do you want to go? Kid?"

Bruce showed helplessness, and threw the handkerchief back to him: "Don't make trouble, I have to go to the scene to see, the school bus is full of children."

Ryan unhurriedly tapped twice on the porcelain cup of milk with a silver spoon: "It's still daytime, do you want to drive the Batmobile?"

"... Lamborghini."

Bruce adjusted the tie he had just put on.

"Billionaires also go to the bank to deposit and withdraw money."

Ryan stood up and wiped his fingertips with a handkerchief: "Do you know that it is a bank used by gangsters to launder money? Are the billionaires also related to gangsters?"

"'Bruce Wayne' didn't know it was a mob bank."

Only Batman knows that even though he knows that going out during the day is easy to reveal his identity, he is still very worried about what happens to the children on the school bus, and he is also afraid that their plans will change.

Ryan went straight to him, picked up the coat he hadn't put on yet: "It's too dangerous for Bruce Wayne to go there, Batman can't go until night." He held the coat and stood away from Bruce In the far corner, he looked like a rascal, making it clear that he was not allowed to go out.

Bruce obviously didn't expect him to use such a naive way, he raised his eyebrows, but instead showed a "successful" smile: "That's why I asked you to be my bodyguard, you go with me."

"..." Dig a hole and bury yourself in it?

"Okay, Okay. I'll go, but you..."

Ryan threw the clothes in his hand to Bruce, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "You go to the Wayne Group."

Bruce caught the clothes, but did not speak, but frowned deeply.

"but..."

"No buts."

Ryan angrily grabbed the car keys he had thrown on the table yesterday, striding forward to get out before Bruce could react.

But a certain "kid" with no winks grabbed his arm quickly.

"I'll go with you first, and then go to Wayne Group."

The Lamborghini's dark blue body was like the color of Bruce's eyes. With a sudden brake, it stopped firmly in front of the main entrance of "Vox Bank" surrounded by police cars.The place has been cordoned off with a yellow cordon, with police and medical staff coming and going.There were a few people who looked like reporters walking around the door with video cameras, apparently the police didn't give them a chance to report.

Several armed policemen stood chatting at the side entrance.

Ryan opened the car door and followed Bruce out of the car.He pressed his shoulders, shook his head at Bruce who was about to walk forward with doubts, and signaled him to wait for him here.

"Good day, gentlemen." Lane walked up to several uniformed policemen and greeted them: "The weather is really nice, isn't it?"

A policeman who seemed to have just grown up was unhappy: "What do you want to say? You are not welcome here, and we will not disclose any information to reporters."

Ryan smiled: "Relax, sir. I just want to ask what happened here." He pointed sideways to Bruce Wayne who was waiting for him by the car: "I believe you all know my employer, Bruce Mr. Wayne. Right?"

Several policemen turned their heads to look at them and nodded.Bruce Wayne's name is well known in Gotham.

"In fact, Mr. Wayne and the manager of this bank, Mr. Collier, have made an appointment today for a project fund, and there are still 5 minutes until their agreed time..."

The young police officer just now seemed to have believed him, and interrupted hastily: "This bank has been robbed, and Mr. Collier has...uh."

He seemed to want to finish speaking, but was stopped by the eyes of several older gentlemen with higher qualifications.A policeman who looked slightly older than him dragged him directly into the bank.

Ryan smiled, took out a cube-sized dollar from his pocket, held it between his fingertips, and handed it to the person closest to him.

"He's dead, blown to death, with a gun gagged in his mouth. Everyone here this morning is dead, shot," he said, pulling the brim of his hat down and pocketing the nameplate on his chest. , the other policemen walked away tacitly.

Ryan handed over two more sheets of paper.

The policeman didn't even look at it, and stuffed it into his vest pocket: "The robbers wore clown masks, and all the money in the entire bank was taken away. Only one bundle was left. They should have many people, so they took so much money." A lot of money, but the strange thing is that they also died a lot of people. Don't report our names." His voice was very low, and he couldn't hear it clearly unless he listened carefully.

Ryan smiled "I understand", thanked him, and turned to Bruce: "Let's go."

Bruce looked surprised: "So fast?"

Ryan glanced at him and opened the driver's door: "Just a few words."

Bruce looked suspicious.He simply didn't believe he could ask for any useful information so quickly.

Ryan waited for him to sit and fasten his seat belt before slowly speaking: "Did you do something behind my back?"

Bruce: "?"

Ryan sighed: "It was just a robbery, but the robbers only left a bunch of money at the scene, guess why?"

Obviously something went wrong with the bundle of money, someone else marked it or something.

Bruce: "The police will tell you even that?!"

His eyes widened in shock, this was clearly illegal.

Ryan smiled: "The reason why he didn't tell you is because the benefits are not enough. Thanks to you, a public figure. He thought I was a reporter and asked for less benefits."

Bruce's face darkened, he was almost desperate for Gotham's rotten system: "What is the school bus for?"

Ryan replied lightly: "The school bus is not the point, it's just to cover up the money." He paused and brought the topic back:

"It's a good idea, Baby Bruce, but there's a premise."

He's talking about giving the gang money to be flagged so they can expose themselves to the banks used to launder the money.

Bruce turned to look at him, his expression a little stiff.

"But if this plan really works, you must only let people you can trust wholeheartedly know the details of the matter." He shook his head, "As long as the benefits are large enough, everyone will choose to betray."

Bruce was silent for a while, and asked, "Including you?"

Ryan froze for a moment, and soon laughed again: "Of course it includes. But if someone wants me to do this, what I want is the whole world."

Bruce has already done it, and Ryan will definitely say no to it affectionately.

Hearing similar answers, he was about to show an expression of "don't be a fool", but was interrupted by Ryan: "emmm, no. He wants to add you to my whole world."

Bruce stopped for a moment, and couldn't understand him even more: "Is there any difference? Is there any point in asking you to betray me?"

"Yes." Ryan stopped the car on the side of the road and turned to look at Bruce. He was still smiling, but his eyes were full of seriousness: "I thought about it, it seems that my whole world is you."

Bruce felt suddenly colorful fireworks exploded in front of his eyes, as if the pleasure from the depths of his soul made him tremble, and he felt his lips and vocal cords were out of control: "Are you kidding me?"

Ryan looked at him without saying a word.Something seemed to go out in the bright red eyes.Ryan unbuckled his seat belt, leaned over and pressed against him, his hot breath intertwined in the small space, and it was hard to tell whose breath it was.

Ryan reached out and unbuckled his seat belt.

The throbbing in Bruce's heart was suddenly suppressed by him, buried in a deeper corner: "Lian, you..." He was stuck, not knowing what to say next.

"Huh?" Ryan raised his eyebrows, sat back in his seat in a proper manner, and then opened the car door, "Wayne's company is here, master."

His voice was serious, like a serious British butler, but for no reason Bruce could hear the jokes in the words.

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