[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Since stepping into the sphere of influence of the League of Assassins, Jason has never relaxed. The thorns that Dick took out with great difficulty before were picked up by him again, and then stuck in himself one by one.

Just walking to this place feels a little depressing.

Especially when he no longer wanted to get involved with Lei Xiaogu.

Lei Xiaogu's unchanging appearance, wearing that green robe, sitting in his own palace, saw Jason coming in, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

The devil's head naturally noticed Jason's change.

A robin is a bird that always flies towards the light, but it never considers what that light is, whether it can get a warm nest, or become Icarus flying towards the sun——

Born in the dark, died in the dark, but still chasing the sun.

Nine times out of ten, his robin was the latter.

Lei Xiaogu stood up and walked towards Jason step by step, the heels of his boots collided with the floor, making a dull sound: "You are different from before."

Jason looked at him coldly: "It has nothing to do with you, why did you call me over?"

He doesn't want to stay here for a second now, the resplendent palace is not as good as his own small balcony, and the white mist exuding a strange fragrance makes people dizzy if he inhales it—it's not good anywhere.

The well-trained ninja appeared quietly like a ghost, and looked a little embarrassed when he saw Jason.

Lei Xiaogu glanced at Jason and waved his hand: "Just say it here."

"Yes." The assassin replied: "The personnel and supplies have been transported to Gotham, and the weapons are ready and ready to be launched at any time."

arms?

what weapon?

Jason was a little confused, and interrupted the assassin: "When... what are you talking about?"

"While you are enjoying life." Lei Xiaogu said inexplicably: "I have already prepared, and I am calling you this time to let you enjoy the beautiful scenery——Gotham is about to collapse."

Jason repeated: "Gotham?"

Lei Xiaogu sighed: "I have notified you."

... He remembered that Lei Xiaogu had indeed left a note, but the time was so comfortable that the note with Gotham was also thrown into the trash can.

"I really indulged you." Lei Xiaogu said in a low voice, "You should know what respect is."

Jason didn't speak, and stood aside silently, his head was in a mess.

The word Gotham kept echoing in front of his eyes, zooming in and out, feeling dizzy.

——I clearly know that Lei Xiaogu's plan is to completely destroy all evils in this world, and Gotham, the place where the filth is hidden, should be destroyed.

—but...that was Gotham.

A violent and insurmountable sense of contradiction pulled in his heart, reason and emotion were mingled together, his eyes were lowered, and his face became paler and paler.

He sorted out his messy thoughts and finally found out the reason - to him, Gotham was special, she was not just a bad city.

She is unique.

After thinking it over, Jason raised his eyes: "Lei Xiaogu, stop, Gotham isn't that bad yet, give me some time."

Lei Xiaogu raised an eyebrow: "What did you say?"

Jason pursed his lips and stared stubbornly at those green eyes, trying to change Lei Xiaogu's mind: "Gotham is still saved, listen to me—"

Lei Xiaogu turned around, and the corner of his clothes drew a sharp arc in the air: "It's still possible—in this month, 67 unknown corpses appeared on the streets of Gotham, and there were 48 gang conflicts."

He paused: "You think you can rush in with a gun and use violence and fear to make them remember?"

Jason licked his deep teeth and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Lei Xiaogu.

"Nearly one-third of the country's arms go to Gotham in support of this high-intensity conflict. Do you want to know where it all goes?"

"In Gotham, even if you are an ordinary person, you have a way to get a missile." Lei Xiaogu drew an irregular circle in the air with his fingers: "What you see is Gotham, I see Here comes a world—a city sick and cancerous, where evil is spreading at a frightening rate."

"No one can put crime in a cage."

Jason: "You're changing the concept secretly. Not everyone is what you say. I can curb it."

Lei Xiaogu: "What about the other good people? The good people in Gotham deserve to be saved, but the good people in other places don't have tickets for Noah's Ark—do you remember that man?"

Jason: "...remember."

It was the family at the foot of the mountain. The man was an ordinary herdsman. His wife passed away due to an accident. He and his daughter lived in a small wooden house, and Jason was invited by the little girl to come in as a guest.

Lei Xiaogu: "He died, in front of his own daughter, like a joke, a bullet—— bang, that was when a Gotham kid was doing business, and that man had bad luck himself, go He's in a place he shouldn't be."

Jason's voice was low: "He repeats one thing every day—drive the sheep from one end of the mountain to the other, and bring them back when they are full."

Where did the bad luck come from?

Lei Xiaogu: "—Do you still believe that Gotham is worth saving? Every minute, good people like that man may lose their lives. They did nothing wrong, just walking on the road, just doing what they do every day. Do things, and then disaster strikes, helpless to die."

Unable to refute.

When a good guy and a villain are on the balance at the same time, Jason can shoot at the villain without hesitation, but what if two good guys are on the balance at the same time?

If there are more people, does he have to use numbers to judge who is lighter and who is more important?

Those green eyes were gradually covered with a thick layer of ice, and all the intense emotions were pressed into the depths. Jason unknowingly took out his previous state, as if a hole had been dug out in his heart. Stuff is flowing out of the hole.

Lei Xiaogu gently put his hands on Jason's shoulders, with very light strength, but Jason felt that those fingers were holding him tight.

Lei Xiaogu maintained this posture, his voice was cold: "Do you want to choose who will survive?"

Jason yanked Lei Xiaogu's hand away, took a step back, and silently resisted, Lei Xiaogu stared at him inexplicably, and after a few seconds, he waved at Jason.

"Come here, I have something to show you."

He led Jason all the way in, through room after room, all with closed doors, and Jason remembered that they were still open to him when he left.

His pace slowed down a bit.

Lei Xiaogu seemed to know what Jason was thinking. He turned his face and looked at his little robin: "Temporary."

Jason sneered.

He was brought into a room full of display screens. Apart from these screens, there was not even a chair in the room. Jason slowly let go of his hand.

Lei Xiaogu was like looking at an ignorant child: "What do you think I'm going to do to you? Brainwashing?"

Jason:  …

He really thought about this possibility.

Lei Xiaogu smiled lightly and shook his head: "Fake ones are always fake ones."

As soon as the voice fell, those screens all lit up. Jason took a closer look. They were all images from the surveillance. Some screens were very calm, with only a few pedestrians passing by, and some screens were too dark to see clearly. Stuff, more screens, some people wrestled into a ball, bullets flew, and curse words with accents were mixed together, making the listener dizzy.

Jason: "Is this Gotham's monitoring?"

Lei Xiaogu nodded: "It's not a replay, nor is there any editing. Everything you see is happening right now."

Jason tensed every muscle and moved his fingers imperceptibly.

This city is really rotten, just seeing this, he really wants to rush to Gotham and blow up these people in order.

The aftermath of Lazarus' Pool came back again.

He took a deep breath and pointed to the middle screen. Among all the screens, it was the only one that was still black. Not only that, but the size of this screen was also the largest.

Lei Xiaogu: "Arkham Asylum."

He leaned down, pressed the operating console, the screen turned on, and the camera moved forward from far away—the huge and tall old building was gray, with Gothic spires and strangely shaped bell towers, surrounded by vines It is airtight, and the plants look strange, glowing with a disgusting green.

There was a sign hanging on the rusty iron door, the characters on it had been rusted so badly that they could not be seen clearly, and only a few letters of Arkham could be vaguely recognized.

Lei Xiaogu: "Some people who shouldn't be alive are imprisoned here."

Jason felt something humming next to his ears, and some vague fragments of memory flashed across his brain like broken glass, and the buzzing became louder and louder——

He finally heard what it was.

That's laughter.

- Boom!

There was a loud noise, and all the noisy curses were suppressed. Jason's face was pale, his eyes were wide open, and he was staring at the screen. The green eyes were unconsciously filled with madness and cruelty.

A miniature mushroom cloud exploded from the roof of Arkham Asylum.

Screams, howls, laughter—

Lei Xiaogu: "It's really a coincidence, but it doesn't matter."

He moved the monitor and switched a viewing angle.

A man in black and white striped clothes, as strong as a hill, easily tore apart a guard, picked up the bazooka behind him, and fired at the hatch of the cell——

More and more madmen are joining the ranks... no, they are not crazy at all, and they know exactly what they are doing.

The monitor was still pushing forward, and it was pushed to a corner.

A clown with a painted face, a purple suit, and a white flower on his chest walked forward with funny steps.

He had a crowbar in his hand, and the clown knocked one of the hapless guards hastily round the corner to the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Accompanied by the sound of glass being shattered and falling to the ground, the light in the corridor flickered on and off, and a dark figure pressed the clown's head hard, and slammed it heavily on the ground——

A man in a red uniform rolled in through the window, with an "R" logo on his chest.

Batman and Robin.

Back in time, broken memories bounced off the ground, spelling out a complete past.

——His pupils shrank suddenly.