I haven't been a big brother for many years

The things you don't want to lose will always leave you inadvertently, in an instant, without any signs, without colorful departures, just for a moment, and you know it will never come back.

Killing intent and anger almost broke through his chest and spewed out.

Ryan's bright red eyes have now turned into a darker, blood-clotting color, but he is calm and calm, sitting firmly on the chair, with his hands folded to support his chin on the on the table.

The unhappiness that was as flamboyant as his hair color was passed on to everyone present.

If I have to use a metaphor, the feeling he brings to people at this moment is like a huge monster dormant behind you suddenly found in the deep sea, which can tear you to the bone in the next second, and you have no way to escape.

No one can overcome physical fear.

The air was so heavy that it was hard to even breathe.

There is no need to deliberately identify the facial features of Maroni and the other four. Bruce can understand the unrestrained aura of Ryan alone. He stands quietly at the half-open door, and his past memories are changing color in this second. ,distortion.

It turned out that everything had an ulterior motive.

But there was no sad feeling in his heart, or he forced himself not to be sad.

Lane already said that, didn't he?

As a billionaire, he is the sweet pastry in the eyes of gangsters, attractive and delicious.

Everything becomes simple and clear at this moment.

Why did Ryan appear on Naros Island at that time, why did he deliberately approach him, why did he stay, why did he ask to go to Hong Kong instead of him, and why did he know Gotham like the back of his hand.

All the answers were presented in front of Bruce simply and rudely.

He forced himself to let go, to think about how to get out of here.

There was a sharp pain in Bruce's temple, but the unprecedented sense of crisis made him suddenly think of a name: Your Excellency Jordan.No, he was already called more than His Excellency.

From the clues, Bruce pieced together the most respected figure on the east coast of country M, even though few people knew his true face.

It is rumored that he is tolerant but cruel. There are many sayings about him, but the most frequently mentioned one is his wanton behavior, his randomness, and his unpredictable.

No one knows what he really wants.

But I'm afraid I can't escape power, honor and money.

Chechen and Maroni's guns were pointed at this handsome young man. Several people had already recognized this Mr. Billionaire who had been making headlines in newspapers all the year round. It's just mourning for the poor little man who squandered the property of his ancestors, he has already stepped into the grave.

Who made him hit the muzzle of Mr. Jordan?Consider Falconi's self-righteous daughter.

She really thought of herself as the so-called hostess, and was stabbed to death by Lane himself when she broke into the meeting screaming.

Emotionless monster.

That's what they called him behind his back.

With guns in their hands, several people forced themselves to calm down their trembling bodies due to the substantive pressure behind them, waiting for Ryan's order.

Ryan's dark maroon eyes looked at Bruce's face calmly. He knew that sooner or later he would not be able to hide it from Bruce, but he didn't expect it to be so early.

He has already imagined such a scene countless times in his mind, countless faces of Bruce, either disappointed, shocked, or even terrified.

But now that familiar face is relieved.

That expression made Ryan's hands and feet cold. Even though he was still wrapped in the gray cashmere scarf that Bruce had wrapped around him himself, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

As if he, to Bruce, was insignificant.

He thought he wouldn't care.Because he didn't expect to have any redundant emotional connection with Bruce from the beginning.

But now, Ryan gently closed his eyes.

How could he not care?

But the anger towards the clown stifled in the cradle his thoughts about this relationship that had not yet begun.

He opened his eyes again.Pulling out a pistol that had been hidden already from the card slot under the table, he stood up.

He pointed the gun between Bruce's eyebrows.

Bruce was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that Ryan would actually point a gun at him one day.

He forced himself to put irrelevant feelings aside, counting the time in his mind, maybe if he dodges in time, he can avoid that bullet.

There was no negotiation at all, Ennis regretted in his heart, he still held [-]% of the shares of Wayne Group, the company's shares would plummet tomorrow, and he hoped that he could sell all those shares before the media exposed them.

The sound of bullets piercing seemed to ring in his ears, not one shot, but three shots.

A shot pierced Ennis' head, making him feel sorry but full of sarcasm with a smile on his lips.

Ryan's aiming and shooting movements are so many that they are almost deeply engraved in his soul, so that his speed is too fast.

Before everyone could react, Maroni yelled in horror, a bullet that passed through Chechen's head hit him in the shoulder, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground because his hand was no longer able to grasp the object .

The man with cold metallic hair didn't put down his gun, and his muzzle was still pointing at the shocked and puzzled Bruce Wayne.

His expression was also the same as the muzzle of the gun that didn't seem to move, and he didn't move at all. The shooting just now didn't move him in any way, and didn't give any explanation to Bruce.

Immediately afterwards, he fired several more shots.

Those few shots accurately killed the bodyguards and thugs who had heard the gunshots and screams.

There are only three living people left in Nuo Da's building.

Ryan didn't have any strange expressions, nor did he try to cover up the truth that Bruce had discovered.

He sat back on the chair wrapped in red velvet, took out the handkerchief in his breast pocket, and gently wiped the overheated body of the gun. He didn't even look at Bruce, but asked Maroney: "So, or The question just now, where does the Dionysian factor in the clown's spinal fluid come from?" His tone was calm, as if nothing had happened before this sentence.

Maroni on the ground wailed, but did not utter any syllables other than a. The pain made him twitch crazily.

Maroni, who has the information on the Dionysian factor, is still useful, and Jordan will not let him die before telling the secret.Jordan would save him, and Maroney knew their routine, and if he didn't speak, there was still a chance he'd be alive.

Maroni's brain turned rapidly, thinking about what use he had to Jordan in his mind: and the remnants of Falconi's party, who came forward to deal with some things in Gotham for Jordan.

correct!Victor Zas is alive!Jordan won't let him jeopardize his place in Gotham!There was a crazy light in Maroni's eyes, he won't die!

Ryan's commercial smirk evoked on Ryan's face. The smile that once made people feel kind and tolerant now only made people shudder.

"I remember your wife, she was such a beauty. Oh, and your two children, when you took me to see them..."

Bruce frowned, almost unable to restrain his body from wanting to step forward to stop it.

But he was stopped by a look from Ryan.That kind of look was something that the Ryan Black he knew would not have, just like the look that only a legendary god would have, despising everything in the world, as if there was nothing in his eyes.

He was pinned in place by that look.

This sentence instantly broke Maroni's self-confidence. Jordan didn't care about his own life at all. This sentence meant that he was bound to die. The only difference was whether his relatives could still live: "Underground in Gotham! I really don't know where it is! Lord Jordan, please spare my children, please, they are innocent." He didn't know what he did wrong, but now he could only beg bitterly.

A bullet accurately passed between his eyebrows. Ryan held the pistol, played a trick with the gun, and then threw the pistol directly. The hard metal fell to Bruce's feet and slid forward. short distance.

Ryan smiled apologetically: "There are very few people who know that the door is not really sealed, even the few lying on the ground don't know." His fingers tapped on the table: "Who told you to come here?"

He wondered what the clown was up to.

The clown's actions wouldn't stop just like that, but he didn't expect the clown to alienate him.

At this moment, Bruce's cell phone rang inappropriately, and it was the sound of a text message that both of them were already very familiar with.

"Can I?" Ryan held out his palm to him, with a fake smile on his face.It must be the Joker texting Bruce right now.

Bruce looked down at his phone, and it was a text message from the unknown number telling him to go to the coffee shop: "Did you save your princess?" A picture was attached, which was a screenshot of the video he just saw .

He didn't object and handed the phone to Ryan.It's just that his face, which was already as hard as an ancient Greek marble sculpture, was cast a shadow at this moment.

Ryan took his mobile phone, restrained his expression, and finally pursed his thin lips again.

He looked up at Bruce's pure blue eyes: "You know it's not me."

It was Joanna's "toy". He had known that Joanna had a hobby of collecting... making dolls, but he didn't know that her toy was actually his substitute.

But he's sure Bruce knows it's not him.He fiddled with the gray scarf around his neck, wondering why Bruce was still here: "It was a trap from the start."

"..." Bruce was silent. In fact, he didn't feel that it was not Ryan at first.

It's just that when he saw the unique hair color and skin color of the people in the video, and even the similar body shape, he didn't know why he couldn't restrain his thinking, his brain involuntarily paused thinking, and yelled crazily.

But in the car, he quickly recalls something suspicious.

There were still bruises on Ryan's back from the previous few days.

But he came at last.

Not only Ryan was puzzled, but Bruce himself was also puzzled.

Forget it, Ryan sighed and stood up: "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Bruce looked at him, wanting to see a hint of anxiety or grievance in those eyes, wanting to hear Ryan explain to him: No, you got it wrong, I'm not that Jordan.

Or he can have any difficulties.

But he didn't.

The faint smile on his face was the same as usual.Instead of pretending that nothing happened, he said, "The police station, this is your best chance to take me to surrender."

strangeness.

Originally, this was what Bruce thought he should do.

But when he heard these words, he felt that his heart had turned into a heavy lead block, and his whole body was thrown into the deep sea and sank.

The place where he was thrown was still the Mariana Trench. He could only sink continuously, but he could never sink to the bottom.

The author has something to say:

I thought about it...

The theme of the prison is also very interesting www

But not about prison.

You are indeed not a good person, you are a villain who must report his flaws.

But he protects his wife! (hhhh)

The kind that protects to the point of death, afraid of melting in the mouth hhh

Sugar will have it, you have to believe me, you are your own son.

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