I haven't been a big brother for many years

Man has always been a free beast, and flesh and bone never lie.

Some furniture and some support structures in the house were removed and flames were set ablaze.The burning wooden products are like ordinary wood fires, emitting black smoke, jumping up golden red flames, leaving light gray ashes.

Carbon-based substances, even human beings, will turn into exactly the same ashes after encountering flames.It can be said that it can be regarded as a different kind of fairness.Ryan thought so.

The oxygen-deficient environment against the firelight made him feel a little dazed, and he couldn't help but drifted far away.Until the sticky touch on his hand brought him back to his senses, and he focused on a pair of cobalt blue eyes.Those eyes were full of surprise...and suspicion.

Using force with his right hand, Ryan slammed the knife inserted into Ras'agu's back waist, and heard a low breath and a gasp without surprise.

"Damn it." The middle-aged man with his back turned cursed and quickly fell to one side.

Bruce didn't have time to question Ryan, and leaned forward to stop Ras'Agu, but was caught off guard by someone sneaking up from behind, and turned around in a hurry to block.

Ras Agu grabbed the blade cut by Ryan with his hand, his hand was dripping with blood instantly, and at the same time shouted at the others: "Get out, block the door!"

The fighting skills of the other people are obviously not Bruce's opponents, but after all, there are so many people and well-trained, it is still difficult to avoid all of their attacks and respond.

Ryan is more about killing people with guns. Even though he has undergone a series of special training, he has been inactive for several years. Some of them are unfamiliar, and he can barely compete with the injured Ras Agu.

There was no way he could pull out a gun and kill someone in front of Bruce.

The flames are still burning, and the black smoke from Wayne House has attracted some people's attention.

At this moment, a burning beam suddenly fell and fell on Bruce.It probably hit Bruce on the head or the back of his neck, and he passed out suddenly, with the wood on top of him.

Ryan was startled, dazed, and did not escape the heavy blow on his shoulder from Ras Agu with his cane.

Ras Agu turned around and backed out of the hall, holding his wound while running while ordering his subordinates: "Stay at the door, don't let them out."

He held his waist tightly with one hand, and his black suit and hands were covered with sticky blood.

The dull pain in his shoulder made Ryan take a few steps back, and the knife wound he stabbed on his thigh began to sting, which somewhat hindered his movement.

However, he couldn't care about these at the moment, and more importantly, he dragged Bruce Wayne out from under the wooden beam he was still praising just now.

Ryan squatted on the ground, supported a section of the log with both hands, and lifted it up vigorously.The texture of iron hematum is exquisite, it contains iron, and its tissue density is high. It is really not easy for ordinary people to lift it up, not to mention that Ryan's shoulder has just been hit hard.

Ryan was helpless, he didn't know if Bruce had other injuries, such as fractures.Without absolute certainty in lifting the wood, he dared not move such a heavy piece of wood on Bruce's body at will.

So he lost his strength a little, trying to squeeze himself under the log as much as possible, then slowly turned sideways, and put the log on his shoulders.

The part that was just injured was squeezed again, he frowned in pain, and a few drops of sweat rolled down his smooth forehead.

But in doing so, it finally helped Bruce remove most of the wood that was pressing on him, and gave him a lot of room to move.

Ryan adjusted his posture, took a deep breath, and pushed Bruce out with one hand.

Fortunately, Alfred is competent enough, the marble floor is waxed almost every day, smooth enough.

The fire continued to burn, and the surrounding heat continued to rise.Some burning logs kept falling down.

Sighing regretfully for the burned Wayne house in his heart, Ryan tried again to pull himself out from under the wood.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a broken glass photo frame on the ground.Ryan smashed the glass surface to the ground, took out the photo from it, and stuffed it randomly into his breast pocket.

"Master Wayne?" The shout in front of the door made Ryan's heart lift and let go instantly.

Such a title can only be Ah Fu.

Alfred knocked out the guard at the door and entered the hall.

The orange fire reflected the old man's wrinkled face, and he walked quickly, two lines of tears slid down his face.

"God...what the hell happened?"

Ryan didn't speak, but silently handed the kerchief on his chest to the old man, and then tried to hug Bruce.

The old man wiped away his tears with a kerchief, and wanted to help Ryan bear part of Bruce's weight. He pointed to the corridor: "Go here, go to the Batcave. God, what happened to him, master?"

Ryan declined the old man's help, and simply endured the pain and hugged Bruce horizontally. He turned to look at Alfred, whose silver hair was reddened by the fire. Alfred's face was black and red, and his clothes were also very messy. , Ryan sighed: "It should just pass out."

Ah Fu stretched out his hand and patted Bruce's cheek worriedly. Unexpectedly, those blue eyes slowly opened.

Bruce was in a trance, his head hurting like hell.He shook his head vigorously, and finally his vision became clear.

Only then did Bruce realize that he was not lying on the ground, but lying in someone's arms.His gaze was right on the man's chin and his cherry-colored tight thin lips.

Bruce: "…" What happened?

Ryan looked away and turned his head when his eyelids were trembling.

Ah Fu touched Bruce's hair with a smile: "Thank God."

They ran into the Batcave in one go, keeping the flames out.

Bruce's head was still a little groggy: "What about him? That man?" He couldn't help rubbing his temples with his hands.

Ryan hugged Bruce and knelt on the ground on one knee. His cold hands clasped Bruce's hand that was constantly pressing on his forehead, rubbing the temple instead of him. "Run away. Do you have a headache? Where does it hurt?" Could it be a concussion or something?

Bruce shook his head slightly, thinking he was fine.

The big problem is the burning Wayne Manor.

Bruce's face was full of frustration and annoyance: "What have I done? I ruined Wayne Manor."

Ryan put his hands on his shoulders, he lowered his head, looked into Bruce's eyes, and said word by word: "Where you are, is Wayne Manor."

A Fu chuckled: "Yes, master. Wayne Manor is not as simple as a house made of a pile of bricks."

Bruce was not comforted. His dark blue eyes looked straight at Ryan and the bright red eyes were like the eyes of the flames they had just escaped. There was almost no hope in Bruce's eyes: "I just want to save Gotham City, but I failed gone."

Ah Fu looked at his good young master seriously, smiling unabated: "Remember? Master. Why did we fall?"

Ryan looked away and didn't speak again.

Bruce looked up at Ah Fu, waiting for his next words.

"To stand up, master."

There was a hint of warmth in Bruce's ice-blue eyes, and he continued to ask: "Aren't you disappointed in me yet? Fu?"

The smile on Ah Fu's face widened: "Who here will disappoint you? No one, and never."

"Now." Ryan sighed: "Baby Bruce, let me check your injuries, and then go to protect Gotham again. Batman should have set off long ago."

The ice blue in Bruce's eyes softened, he pulled the corners of his mouth and nodded.

"Excuse me." Ah Fu raised his finger and pointed to the little blood on the ground, "Master Ryan, I don't think Master Bruce was injured, but you should bandage the wound."

His finger traced the blood all the way to Ryan's pant leg.Blood oozes from the open wound on the thigh at unknown times.

Bruce frowned, and while trying to get up from Ryan, he looked at the wetness on his thighs: "The wound should be quite large, but how did you cut the inside without tearing the pants?"

"Well, maybe they can fight cattle across the mountain?" Ryan blinked, but didn't take off or cut open his pants to check the wound, because there was still a bandage inside.

And I have no suitable reason to explain the cause of my injury.He just silently handed the bat helmet to Bruce, motioning him to get dressed and leave.

Bruce couldn't help filling his eyes with some doubts, and said tentatively, "Your skill is very good."

Alfred coughed and gave Ryan a helpless look.

Ryan's face remained unchanged, and he connected the organ on Bruce's cloak to the armor: "When I was serving in the army, the assigned location was very close to Iraq." He did serve in the army, although it was not Iraq.

Bruce nodded without asking further questions.Uncomfortably, he distanced himself too close to Ryan, and prepared to turn on the Batmobile and leave.

The bat cave is brightly lit, echoing with the sound of water and bats flapping their wings.

Ryan evened the corners of his lips helplessly, and he stopped Bruce Wayne: "Wait, Bruce."

Bruce turned to look at him.

The glasses on the helmet covered those beautiful eyes like sapphires, but they couldn't cover the thin lips with good color and sexy chin.

Ryan took out an old yellow paper blackened by flames from his pocket, walked forward into the water and handed it to Bruce: "Happy birthday, a gift for you."

Bruce took the blackened piece of paper with some doubts, and rubbed his warm fingers against Ryan's cold palm.

Appears to be an old photo.

Bruce flips it over and sees a very familiar photo.

The tall man in a suit had a smile on his face, while the little child in a suit had a serious face, trying his best to look like an adult.An elegant and dignified lady beside her was looking at them with a white pearl necklace, her eyes were full of love—it was the last group photo of their family of three, and it was usually placed in the most conspicuous place. ...he thought he would never see it again.

There's some soreness around his eyes, and Bruce puts it in his breast pocket, wrapping his arms around Ryan. "Thank you, God, thank you for getting him out."

Ryan didn't speak, just smiled and patted him on the back like coaxing a child.

Bruce let go of his hand after holding him for a short while. He looked at Ryan and said with a complaining tone, "Hey, man. Is your birthday gift to the billionaire a photo that originally belonged to him?" ?”

Ryan raised his eyebrows: "What else do you want? Baby?"

Bruce pressed a kiss between his brows: "Stay here, Ryan."

Ryan looked at the tall man in black in front of him, and joked: "I hope you don't dislike me, a pauper, but I want to drink all your wine and eat all your cookies. How about it?"

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