I haven't been a big brother for many years

Narrows Island, shrouded in darkness, has faded away from the prosperous shadow of the industrial area in the early years, leaving only loneliness and loneliness.The poor wander here, begging, struggling to survive through the cracks.

Ryan seemed to have seen nothing, quickly opened the door, and stepped on the sports car with long legs.He has never been a virgin, and he has long been used to such scenes.

Some policemen were cleaning up the scene, and several policemen and female policemen who looked more friendly were appeasing the staff.After all, it is absolutely impossible for the dean to poison in their eyes.

Ryan sat in the car and called Joanna.

Although Joanna is a lady who has followed him for a long time and is familiar with gangster routines, she is actually a rather slender girl.Compared with old Andre, I worry about him everywhere.Ryan knew that Joanna was in love with him, but he couldn't repay him.

Not every relationship pays off.

The call was quickly connected.

Joanna's voice even sounded a little nervous.This is Anna's old problem. Whenever she hears Ryan's voice, she will lose her image in front of others, like a little girl who is new to the world, "Sir? It's so late... No, what can I do for you?" Do you do it for me?"

Ryan smiled, trying to convey his joy to Joanna, even though his current situation was not good. "Anna, relax. I want you to help me prepare a dress. It's better to hurry up. I think the banquet should have started." No, in fact, he just met the host of the banquet.

"No problem, sir." Joanna's voice came with a little joy and confidence, but there was still some frustration in her voice, "Do you really have friends in Gotham that we don't know like George said?"

Ryan sighed: "...just an old acquaintance." He thought that at least for Bruce, he was just such a person.

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and Joanna's cautious voice came: "Sir? I think she... must be someone very important to you. I can feel it." Joanna gripped the phone tightly.

Ryan was amused by her: "My dear girl, what are you thinking about? It's not her at all, it's him. Well, help me deliver the banquet dress to the hotel closest to Narrows Island, sweetheart. "

"Naros Island? Where are you going..." Ryan hung up the phone before the surprised female voice finished speaking.

Ryan's smiling face disappeared suddenly, and he leaned weakly on the seat, and he took a deep breath.That disgusting, sickening feeling of dizziness swept over his brain again.

Although the trousers on the legs were black, this could no longer prevent the dark brown viscous blood from showing its color on the cloth.Because the blood that hasn't dried up reflects light under the light, it can be seen at a glance.

Blood was still gurgling from the wound, but the pain had been numb, and it hardly interfered with the dizziness and hallucinations anymore.Ryan had no choice but to smile bitterly. He really lost his wife and lost his army.

With slightly trembling hands on the steering wheel, I don't know if I can still drive the car to the hotel.

Miss Rachel, the prosecutor standing not far away, was full of doubts, holding the antibody given to her by Batman in her hand.But she didn't understand what was going on. Ten minutes ago, she was still investigating what Klein had done to Falcone. Now, although she confirmed her thoughts, she was told that Klein even did everything to the entire Gotham City. did the same thing.

God, she really wished she could be like her childhood playmate, Bruce Wayne, throwing a night at a party and pretending she didn't know anything.After one night, the matter is over.

And the playboy in her heart who is having a party is throwing off the police at this moment, driving the Batman chariot, and returning to the Wayne house.

The Batmobile rushed over the waterfall and plunged into the Batcave.Bruce changed his clothes and walked out of the secret passage.

"When you said you wanted to save Gotham City, I didn't put you in a lunatic asylum because you said you weren't looking for excitement." Ah Fu had already been waiting by the side, his face full of displeasure.

"I'm not," Bruce said, straightening his collar.

"So what is that?" Ah Fu pointed to the TV.

Bruce glanced at it and found that it was reporting the scene when he escaped the police just now. "Excellent news."

Ah Fu sneered: "It's a blessing that no one was injured."

Bruce was a little helpless: "I don't have time to obey the traffic rules." He raised his hand and tied his bow tie. "Klein mentioned Ras Agu, this matter is not that simple. If Ras Agu is really not dead, then he will definitely come to me, right here at Wayne House."

"You created a monster by yourself." Alfred's face was full of mourning.

Bruce puts on his blazer: "I'm using this monster to help others, just like my dad used to do."

Afu looked into Bruce's blue eyes: "Your father didn't do that to prove to anyone, including himself."

"I'm for Gotham! Ah Fu."

"No, young master, you are for yourself. You have lost control. For selfishness, you will become a villain." Ah Fu looked at him with disappointment in his eyes.

Bruce felt a little inexplicable, and he wanted to change the subject. "Is Ryan here?"

Mentioning Ryan, Ah Fu's face seemed to soften a little: "No, young master, I thought Master Ryan was staying with you."

Bruce turned his head and looked at Ah Fu with a puzzled face, "Why did Ryan stay with me?"

Ah Fu was expressionless and refused to answer his question.

Bruce sighed. "I'm afraid I'll have to turn the guests away." Sometimes, his butler was just as stubborn as he was.

A Fu was full of anger: "You can't do that, you can't ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation."

"I don't care about my reputation." Bruce turned and walked towards the banquet hall.

"Not only you, but also your father's reputation. He only left his reputation, don't ruin it." Ah Fu's voice even contained a little pleading.

With his back turned to him, Bruce walked away step by step.

……

Ryan finally took a taxi to the hotel and called George again.Fortunately, he still had the remaining antibodies, and Joanna brought the dress with him, and she even brought a stylist.

After the antibody injection, Ryan became much more awake. He was talking with Joanna while being manipulated by the stylist.

"Tell me, good girl. What's going on with Klein and Falconi?"

Joanna's face was a little dignified: "In short, they reached some agreements."

Ryan raised his eyebrows: "So, Klein helped him pretend to be crazy?"

"No." Joanna looked into Ryan's bright red eyes, his dazzling metallic hair being cut short and fixed by a stylist. "Behind Klein is a man with a strange name. Falconi is really crazy."

"People with strange names... are they Chinese or Japanese?" Their names are indeed a mouthful.

"No." Joanna shook her head: "His name is Ras Agu."

Ryan blinked blankly, indicating that he had never heard the name before.

Joanna picked up the pistol. The gift she gave to the stylist who just finished fiddling with was a bullet. She straightened her slightly messy clothes and continued nonchalantly: "His purpose seems to be to blackmail Mayor of Gotham."

Ryan turned his head to the side, not looking at the dead man lying on the ground.He provoked a smile: "Blackmail? As for such a lot of trouble?"

If you want to blackmail, just kidnap the mayor alone. GCPD will offer a ransom for them.

Joanna shrugged, wiped her hands with a towel and tied Ryan's tie with her own hands, and then reached out to try to arrange the wine-red handkerchief on his chest.

Ryan brushed her hand away without a trace, stood up and smiled, "It's time to go, my lady."

He always avoided too intimate physical movements with Joanna.

Joanna's blue eyes dimmed, but she had no objection. She reached out and handed Ryan a watch, which was well-made: "I parked it at the door, Mr. Jordan."

Even though he has never refused too much contact with women in the past, he is not a patriarch.In the past, she felt okay, as if she was the closest person to him.But now she can clearly feel that he has always hidden a part of her in his heart.

Ryan took her hand, pressed a kiss on the back of it, and turned to leave.

……

Joanna's vision is very good. The all-black hand-made custom suit fits his figure curve, making his figure more slender and straight.

The burgundy tie and chest add a bit of liveliness to the dullness, echoing the dots of diamonds on the right shoulder, showing luxury.

With black Oxford shoes on her feet, low-key black diamond cufflinks on her cuffs, and an Aston Martin watch-shaped car key on her wrist, she knows how to reflect the charm of this man from the details.

The silver-gray Aston Martin with smooth lines galloped smoothly on the road, and then stopped in front of Wayne's house.

The man is like a great nobleman in the Middle Ages, lazy but not lazy. He stepped out of the car, handed the key to the parking boy, and was about to enter the house. There were little smiles in his bright red eyes.

"Hey!" A lady who was about to drive away stopped him. "Sir, are you late? I mean, are you going in?"

Ryan nodded suspiciously.

Before the lady could speak, her male companion sneered before her: "Ha, it's better not to go in. Master Wayne kicked us all out. If you want me to say, a billionaire is nothing more than that. An embroidered pillow."

Ryan frowned, but found that almost everyone present agreed.

What the hell is going on, what happened?

After thanking him softly, Ryan entered the house.

Once inside, he could smell burning wood.

Although he was a little puzzled, his thoughts drifted away strangely. As expected of a billionaire, even the wood used for furniture smells pretty good.

After walking close to the wall for a short time, several men who were suspected arsonists in strange black clothes were knocked down.He raised his eyebrows, desperately recalling what terrorist organization Batman had offended.

As soon as he turned the hall, he saw that familiar figure and another strange man.

He glanced at Bruce to make sure he was all right, then set his sights on the strange man.

He wore a black suit, casual but always on guard.A few small movements are always paying attention to suppressing Bruce Wayne's movements.

Ryan frowned, walked a few steps closer and heard their conversation.

"We're going to destroy Gotham, it's rotten. You can't stop us." Ryan raised his eyebrows and pulled out a small dagger.

"If anyone stands in the way of our justice, we'll stab him in the back," the man in the black suit said with his back to him.

Ryan half-closed his bright red eyes full of malice and interest, inserted the dagger from Ras Agu's back, into his lower back, and pulled the corners of his mouth to smile. "That's what you want, sweetheart."

Ras Agu's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

Under the light of the fire, Ryan stuck out his tongue and licked his somewhat dry lips, his bright red eyes, like ghosts, faced the dark blue ocean above.

"Are you ok?"