I haven't been a big brother for many years

The puppeteer, Doctor Dumacher, kept his word.He looks like a more qualified father than Bender, at least, on the surface.

He taught Ryan little by little.

Ryan is very smart, from language to medical knowledge, from mathematical theoretical knowledge to actual medical hands-on operation.

The more contact, the more Ryan amazed Dumacher.

He was expecting that this child would become more perfect in his hands.

After a month or two passed peacefully like this, Dumacher saw Ryan standing in front of the window, looking at the distant scenery.

He raised his eyebrows and strode over to Ryan: "How do you feel?"

He was referring to Ryan's left leg, which had been in a cast for some time.

"It's much better." Ryan nodded obediently, lowering his eyes to hide his fear.

Just this morning, he saw the "adoption crowd" in the basement who were forced to donate their organs.

They either lost an eye, or a leg, or some other organ.All used to help rich people who are "in need", or Dr. Dumacher's research needs.

"I saw you looking outside all the time, do you want to go out and play?" Dr. Dumacher smiled kindly. He touched Ryan's hair: it was a little long, and it would be inconvenient to have an operation.

Ryan glanced over the figure who had been by his side all the time, and saw him nodding his head.

He hesitated to speak, looking like a shy big boy: "Can I? I want to..."

"Do you want to touch a gun?"

Dumacher interrupted him, and his smile didn't decrease but increased: "I knew that boys your age would be interested in guns."

He beckoned and signaled the patrolling guards to come over.

He opened the window: "Alex."

A guard called Alex came trotting over. He was a tall man, six feet four inches tall, with smooth muscles wrapped in military uniform.

The caramel-colored hair is a little curly, and the gray-blue eyes look very cold, but there is a smile on his lips.Even if the smile didn't make him look kind at all, it looked like a grin instead.

He is the leader of the group of guards called "managers". Alex took off his hat and saluted the doctor slightly. When he saw Ryan beside the doctor, his smile widened: "Doctor, what's the matter?" do you need?"

"This is Ryan." The doctor put his arm on Ryan's shoulder affectionately: "He wants to learn how to use some guns."

Alex's eyes made Ryan feel uncomfortable. It was a curious, careless look in the eyes of a large predator teasing a weaker prey.

But he still nodded modestly and politely to the man named Alex.

"Okay, kid." Alex didn't care if the doctor stuffed him with such a little guy, and he looked at the doctor: "From now on?"

Dr. Dumacher nodded: "Until he wants to stop."

Alex squinted those piercing eyes, he was a little surprised, he didn't expect the doctor to be so indulgent to this child.

But he didn't express any objection, but shrugged his shoulders: "Okay. Come out boy, let everyone know you first, so as not to be shot into a cork the next time you come out of the door."

"Maybe you should give him a permission? So that he doesn't set off the alarm every time he goes out?" Alex turned to look at Dumach. To be honest, the siren could be heard harshly from anywhere on the island.

Dumach shook his head: "It's okay, I will send him out every time."

Ryan's heart sank, and he walked out of the house door with the authority card on his face expressionlessly.

The doctor was too cautious. The width of this door only allowed one person to go out at a time, and it was only about [-] centimeters wide.

And the windows are so high that there are even grids surrounding them.

It's not like a hospital, it's a prison.

But what about escaping this beautiful concrete building?

Only by escaping from this small island can he be truly free.

……

"Push the body of the gun forward." Alex decided to teach him how to use the pistol first. He was indeed a serious and responsible instructor, correcting Ryan's movements repeatedly and meticulously.

But if you let the coaches in the shooting range look at it, Alex's guidance is actually full of strong personal touches.

But it is the experience he has explored by himself that makes his shooting more accurate, almost without missing a shot.

"Pull down the hammer first and then pull the trigger. It will be more accurate. I suggest you not to swing the magazine like in TV dramas. It will not only reduce your accuracy, but also look a little silly." He held Ryan's hand to correct him Actions.

"Do you think it's almost accurate?" He compared the height and direction casually, and felt that Ryan's movements were almost okay: "Shoot."

His tone was a little casual. After all, Ryan was just a novice, and he didn't expect too much from him.

There was a bang, and Alex glanced at his results casually, but was a little surprised. The 30-meter target, the first time a child shot, shot almost at the position of the ninth ring.

Outdoor shooting may also have the slight influence of light, wind, etc.

Alex narrowed his eyes with interest: "Have you ever trained before?"

Ryan shook his head, this was his first snatching.The recoil of the pistol, which was not considered large, already made his hands tremble slightly.

"Okay. Maybe you still have a little bit of talent."

Alex got him into position again: "Down a little, the recoil will cause the barrel to lift up as the bullet 'ejects' out."

Lane obediently followed his advice, pulled the hammer down, and pulled the trigger.

This time, Alex went to the target to check his results. He clearly saw that the bullet was left in the 10.6 ring.

He couldn't help being speechless, and suddenly there was an emotion called "appreciation" or "pity" in his heart: "Maybe I should suggest to the doctor that you can come here to shoot targets every day. The second shot scored 10.6 points." , you should be proud."

But this child was beyond his expectation, and he didn't jump for joy, but just showed a faint, obviously polite smile: "Thank you."

This kind of performance made Alex's heart itch like a kitten's paw.

He suddenly understood the doctor's behavior somewhat, but he was different from the doctor.

He wanted to tear off this mask of camouflage even more.

……

Time is almost the least valuable thing on this island, and now, it is once again covered in silver, and has sprouted a green shadow.

481 days.

Ryan wrote numbers casually on the snow and brushed them away.

He has been on the island for 481 days, trembling like standing on thin ice, under which is a sharp knife.

The appearance of Bruce in his mind was a little blurry, but he still didn't find a chance to leave.

There are no phones, no television, no internet on this island.

Maybe Bruce had forgotten him, just as he had almost forgotten him.

But soon.

Even though waiting is always anxious, patient hunters are rewarded.He believed that immediately, he could escape from here.

"Bang", Ryan pulled the trigger of the sniper gun, and the bullet accurately shot off the pendant on the pants of the "prisoner" who was wearing a hospital suit.This made the prisoner freeze in place immediately.

Genok made another shot, and bright red flowers bloomed on the snow.

"Aim at his head next time, okay? Do you think bullets don't cost money?" Alex rubbed Ryan's hair cursingly, but his expression didn't mean to punish, and he was even vaguely proud .

More than a year is enough time for him and all members of the "manager" to accept this talented little guy who has been admitted by the doctor.

Although sometimes they really want to pry open his skull to see what's inside.

Lane took a step back, avoiding Alex's hand.

He raised the sniper gun and handed it to Alex. Like a spoiled child, he curled his lips and said, "Aren't you bored? His boss is so big. Or do you have nothing to do?" Taught me?"

Jenok and other "managers" walked from a distance while rubbing their cold hands, and accidentally laughed.

Alex glared at Janok, then turned around and complained to Ryan: "I understand you! You didn't forget the Chinese test prepared by the doctor today, did you?!"

"?" Ryan stared at him a little strangely: "He has a full schedule of operations today, didn't you know that he took the exam in advance yesterday? Is your knowledge so poor that you start to make excuses?"

Alex yelled at him angrily: "Bazooka..."

"You still want me to use a bazooka to aim at the 10.9 ring?" Ryan interrupted him in disbelief. He raised his eyebrows: "Or next time, do you want me to use a bazooka to shoot you down when you just took off?"

It's really too much to use a bazooka to aim at a 10.9 ring, but Alex doesn't want to admit that he really has nothing to teach this kid.

It's not that he has poor knowledge, but that Ryan is too unexpected. In the past year and a half, he has taught him almost all the guns he can get, even the usage of daggers and boxing techniques!

Alex gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Aren't there still helicopters?"

Ryan's eyes lit up, but he didn't show much enthusiasm, but pretended to be disdainful, and began to mock: "Forget it, your level of driving a helicopter is like driving a bumper car."

The veins on Alex's forehead kept throbbing, he couldn't bear it, he picked up Ryan's collar, and dragged him to the front of the helicopter.

"Wait! Shouldn't I be training in the simulated cabin first?" Ryan wanted to struggle out of his clutches, but his strength was still too small compared to an adult man.

"Are you scared?" Alex finally smiled and mocked unceremoniously: "Are you afraid of death? Do you think this is an aviation school? I'll give you the simulation cabin back."

Ryan raised his eyebrows: "Isn't the key to the helicopter in the doctor's place? Where did you steal it from?"

"It's just that the key to the ship is in his hand, and the key to the helicopter has always been with me."

Alex's face was full of triumph, he had already seen through Ryan: "You are just afraid of death and want to find an excuse to run?"

Ryan's face was exposed with an expression of embarrassment, but there was a triumphant smile in his heart.

"I'm not afraid!" he said.

"Really?" Alex thought he was trying to be brave, and threw him into the helicopter: "Then let's try it."

The author has something to say:

I made up the name Alex... His name wasn't mentioned on TV, but he's kinda handsome...

Excessive chapter, next chapter back to Gotham

The puppeteer still has a great influence on Ryan.

The master will soon be able to see with his own eyes how Ryan is molesting the young version of the master in a vest hahaha

Waiting for Ugly Man and Catwoman Uncle Ba to come online.

Little angels leave a message and collect it.