[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Stunned dog.

What's the matter with you, little brother?

Jason quickly called out the system: [Is this rich guy too weird? 】

The system is very numb: [Think about the rich men in this world who are not surprised?Stark, Luthor...]

Jason: [Bruce Wayne is quite normal, an ordinary rich man with common hobbies, except for his bad luck, he is often injured in extreme sports. 】

Jason emphasized: [It's quite normal. 】

The system didn't speak for a long while.

After a while, the system: [You really have a vision. 】

Jason still decided to talk about the results of today's investigation, after all he has been busy all day: "Dick's boss, the police chief in Bludhaven seems to..."

Tim bent his eyes and raised his tone slightly: "He expressed goodwill to you, but he is actually the most critical link in this smuggling chain."

All right.

I shut up.

The system is a little upset: [... Tsk. 】

The smile on Tim's face deepened, and he unfolded a map gracefully, unscrewed the cap of the marker pen, and began to scribble on the map.

"Scarecrow's fear gas makers from Scorpius." He crossed over to the outskirts of Gotham.

"Scorpius is an entrepreneur, he just wants to get the protection of one side of the forces, free weapons for the scarecrow is his vote, the scarecrow brought poison gas to Brudhaven, trying to get out of Batman's sight and riddle People unite, so as not to let the black mask take the lead."

"Raynal is loyal to the local forces in Bludhaven, and his boss is still hiding in the dark, but I have a little guess."

Tim is a little unaccustomed: "I've been in Gotham for a long time, and this kind of normal gangster makes me uncomfortable."

Jason: "Normal?"

Tim glanced at Jason, very calm: "In Gotham, if a gang leader takes over a criminal gang, the first thing to do is to hire the best public relations team to make an announcement to the entire city."

"The Wayne Group is the first choice." Tim raised his index finger and shook it.

Jason leaned back slowly with a blank expression on his face. As expected of Gotham, the folk customs are simple and talented, and even the criminal gangs are so ingenious.

—Who gave them the courage?

Tim smiled and looked very relaxed: "Although the fear gas has endured many gangs in Bludhaven, it is all part of the balance. We just need to find out where he finally flows out."

Jason rolled his eyelids lazily, and asked Tim directly, "Who is in the end?"

There was a look of surprise on Tim's face.

Jason looked at him kindly: "Don't try to fool me, I won't let you interrupt me again."

Tim raised the corner of his mouth: "Okay."

He raised his hand, circled a big circle on the map, and then took a photo heavily on the table.

...the Chief of Police?

Tim nodded: "The person who took over Bludhaven is as low-key as this city. He not only hides in the dark, but also finds himself an excellent cover identity."

Jason is not surprised by this result at all. The city is so rotten to a large extent because he is rotten from the root - if an ordinary person wants to do business here, he needs to pay three protection fees, One for the gangsters, one for the police, and one for the lawyers.

No one knows whether they will suddenly be thrown into prison as a scapegoat. This country strictly abides by procedural justice. As long as there is enough money to hire a lawyer, there is a chance to bribe the jury, but no matter what, the judge and prosecutor will Proceed with the proceedings in accordance with the procedures of absolute justice.

The blood-debt villain straightened his suit and stepped down from the dock in a dignified manner.

The poor and good man was thrown to the gallows crying.

Tim looks very troubled, his brilliant brain can reason all of this, and even guess everyone's motives clearly, but due to the identity of the police chief, as Robin's Tim, or as Robin Nightwing's Dick, none of them could touch the scumbag.

Tim rubbed between his brows: "When Dick comes back, we can discuss how to find out about this guy."

They're vigilantes, they're criminals.

If you want to successfully put this rotten person in prison, you need a complete, legally collected chain of evidence.

The reason why Dick chose to become a policeman was because he wanted to rely on his identity during the day to do things that he couldn't do at night.

Evidence collected illegally will be excluded in court.

In this way, a fundamentally irreconcilable contradiction is formed. Scarecrows are afraid of crimes of the level of poison gas. Those good men in uniform cannot solve this kind of incident at all, and may even lose their lives. The legal evidence that superheroes can collect is only Can keep these villains in prison for a few days.

The superhero's noble soul and adherence to the rules have instead become the reliance for criminals to get away with it.

The terrified eyes of those unfortunate innocent lambs will appear in the dreams of the heroes from time to time, messing up their lives, and some people even suffer from mental illness because of this, while the villains only need to clean up themselves and walk out Prison, live their good life again.

Why?

"I see." Jason yawned, stood up, and waved his hand at Tim: "Just this one time, let me do useless work next time, I—"

"What?" Tim blinked.

Jason choked: "Forget it."

He walked into his room very relaxed, closed the door, and listened to Tim saunter into his bedroom.

Domino masks, insulated uniforms, red mouthpieces that filter poisonous gases.

He lowered his head, with no expression on his face, and concentrated on fastening the armed gun belt on his thigh.

With a slight flick of his bony fingers, the clip full of bullets was obediently hidden in the interlayer of the uniform.

Jason opened the drawer.

Two gracefully shaped pistols/guns lay on black velvet, gleaming with cold light.

**

The building that Tim bought is located in the center of Bludhaven, almost the commanding heights of the city.

A gust of wind came from nowhere, blowing the hair on Jason's forehead.

It was already the least crowded time of the day, and the whole city was plunged into darkness. Even in the city center, only a few people walked through the streets.

He stepped on the window sill, with his hands hanging loosely by his sides——

Jump down.

The wind in my ear is getting louder and louder.

——Jason opened his eyes suddenly, the dark green pupils were unbelievably sharp,

Jason was running on the roof, his red hood was shaking uncontrollably in the wind, revealing a bit of white hair on his forehead. He was extremely agile, and every time he landed on a flat place, he stepped on it with incomparable precision. Soldering has been used almost as an art.

He easily found the home of the chief of the police station. It was a resplendent villa, and every exit was guarded by people in black suits.

Jason stood silently on the roof of the building opposite the villa, thinking calmly for a while.

Very irritable.

His rationality told him that he should do a good job of research before sneaking in, find the best entry route, and finally catch that person without anyone noticing.

Anger was burning in his heart, and the coolness of the night did not extinguish it, but made it burn even more.

System: [... Please. 】

System: [Don't——]

Jason fired a small device towards the corner of the villa with a blank expression, and then shot a claw towards the high-rise windows.

He took out the pistol/gun from the gun belt, circled it skillfully, folded his hands in front of his chest, and aimed at the glass——

Straight into it!

The glass shattered to the ground, and the loud noise of the shattering woke everyone up. The bodyguards rushed upstairs when they heard the sound.

Jason walked forward unhurriedly, the soles of his boots collided with the corridor, making a crisp sound.

Some weird knowledge emerged automatically.

"The master bedroom of the castle is usually in the room on the left side of the second floor, at the air vent—the more upstarts, the more they will abide by such useless rules."

"Don't be so mean." An old voice said in a tone of disapproval, "You still have my account for burning the manor."

Even more irritable.

This villa was not as big as he had imagined, and it was shabby everywhere. Jason glanced at the incomprehensible paintings on the wall, and gave a definition with disdain.

A monkey trying to dress in expensive clothes.

Footsteps gradually came from behind, Jason didn't turn his head, pointed his right hand/gun at his back, and fired twice.

There were three sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground - one of the bullets was ejected and pierced a person's forehead.

"This is it." Jason said to himself, and he knocked softly on the carved wooden door.

"Hey Gate, I'm sorry I hurt you—"

"Boom!"

He kicked open the carved door, and with a bloody smell, he sneered and stared at the man huddled in the corner.

"I thought you would jump from the window." Jason shook his head regretfully: "My arrangement was wasted."

Jason said lightly, "Hello, Mr. Smith."

He mercilessly grabbed the pile of fat from the ground and kicked the man's stomach. The man under heavy pressure on his stomach was forced to open his mouth, his throat trembling violently.

"Don't throw up—"

"boom--"

Jason shot directly at the man's thigh. The man's face turned pale all of a sudden, his eyes widened like copper bells, and the scream almost shattered Jason's eardrums.

Jason shoved the muzzle of the gun into the man's mouth unhappily.

"Sir, I have something to ask you."

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