[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

There was the sound of a key in the lock at the door.Then with a creak, the door opened.Law enforcement officer Marshall Casmel will step into the hell Foye has prepared for him.

Foye stood sideways at the door of the bedroom. From this angle, he could see the other party, but the other party's line of sight would be blocked by the cabinet at the door.A man in a suit and a briefcase in his hand walked between the sofa and the coffee table.

Yes, this is the location.great.

The moment the man was about to put down the briefcase in his hand, Foye fired the first shot, and the bullet lodged in the man's calf.The man snorted, his body tilted.

Foye was a little surprised. He thought he could hear a scream of being shot.With that in mind, he unhurriedly fired a second shot, in the other calf.The man fell to the ground, his body convulsed with pain.

Foye walked out quickly, the first essence of the interrogation is to give the interrogated a sense of oppression.He stood in front of the man just as the man rolled over, facing him with a face contorted from the gunshot.

Something is wrong.His sixth sense of being a fugitive for a long time reminded him that although the law enforcement officer was a prisoner in the hands of Foye, his eyes did not look like captured prey.In those dark eyes there was the light that a hunter is bound to get.

The fallen man tripped his legs, locked Foye's calf, and pulled him to the ground.Different from the seemingly clumsy figure, he bounced up a carp extremely nimbly, knocked the gun in Foye's hand flying with one palm, threw himself on Foye's neck like a hungry tiger and pinned him to the ground, and at the same time slammed his knee hard On the belly of a serial killer.

Foye's stomach was almost crushed by that knee blow, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

"Surprise, buddy!" said the young voice that didn't match the law enforcement officer's face at all, "We're going to have a romantic date, what kind of beginning do you like?"

The iron-like hands were tightening on Foye's throat, and the other party's voice was cold, "But first we have to make you behave." Then, he punched Foye in the face, smashing his head Hit the past.

Another punch. "Let me guess, you don't like Casmel's cuteness and want to have a hot and passionate afternoon with him. You want to extract a confession from him, don't you?"

Choking blood into his mouth, Foye struggled to gasp in the man's palm, he grinned, and blood seeped into his teeth, "You're not a federal police officer, oh, you're a member of the uniform." His smile grew wider, "Have you been told that what you're doing is crossing the line?"

He said intermittently, "You have accomplices . . . sent the lawman away so you could come and lynch a confession . . . do your accomplices know what you're doing?"

At the time when the Boston Butcher became famous, Jason was still wandering the streets of Gotham.Jason understood why the old police detective chose to give in to him, and why Agent Hozner chose to pursue it to the end.Because he is terrifying, whether it is analytical ability or execution ability, or even the decisiveness to stab himself in order to get rid of the crime, all make him different and double the danger.

This is out of place, but Foye is a milder version of the clown, and his gentleness is only limited to the fact that he doesn't like to actively have fun like the clown.Foye is twice as cunning. He is a demon walking in the world in human skin. He is used to living a peaceful life without forgetting his bloody nature.

Jason told himself that this was just a mental trick of the other party.Stephanie had gone to divert the federal marshals away, but Cassandra was still here, lurking somewhere in the room, keeping things in check. "I don't like the way you talk, babbling."

With another punch, Foye turned his head back weakly, his nose was bruised and his face was bruised, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. "Do you know what I'm going to do to him? You know, that's why you're angry. Wow." The muscles on that pale face wriggled and exclaimed deliberately, "You've had a similar experience, haven't you? ?To be tortured and to suffer as a bargaining chip to hurt others."

"You talk too much." Jason tried his best to tense his expression, "Did no one tell you that it's stupid to piss off a man who can break your neck in a second?"

Don't be angry, don't associate, don't step into the trap.Foye did it on purpose, he was stalling for time, looking for a loophole.

He's in your hands, Jason, and whatever he's thinking isn't going to come true.

"I'll torture Marshall here, with a gun, with a knife, with my fists, just like I did with Aaron. Analysts study criminal minds and they say stabbing is a sign of sexual... impotence. I stabbed Aaron Jiu Dao, what do you think I will do in the future?"

Don't listen to his bullshit, he's got caught.He's going to be finished soon, and this time they're going to take him to jail, and he's going to be shot, hanged, and put in the electric chair.He wants to go through all the terrible ways to die in this world.

"Marshall can be a tough guy. They're feds. I might cut off a few of his fingers, but I'm not going to kill him because I want him to pass on a message to Aaron."

The demon was whispering, and the veins popped on the back of Jason's hand.

"Aaron's wife, Hayley, what a pity, a lovebird who is alone, living in fear every day, terrified, dying for the safety of her ex-husband and family. And their baby Jack, so young, without his father's company , to give up his friends and his past, hide his name, and not be able to live with his own name. His big hero dad can't protect his son."

"I want Aaron to hear, everything, the gunshot that killed his wife and son. I want him from now on, to think of me when he sees a knife, and think of me when he hears a gunshot. So strong, I want to show him how fragile human beings are."

Foye watched with satisfaction as the man strangling his neck trembled, and he was crumbling above him. Foye whispered the last reminder word by word, "Death is not the greatest pain, but life is."

"shut up!"

Bruises, broken teeth, broken bones, wailing, groaning, crying, tears, snot, blood.It's all mixed together and poured down and over this room.

Someone was pushing Jason's hand, causing him to keep punching and punching.He beat Foye who was lying on the ground into a pool of rotten flesh, and he told him not to get up again, not to hurt other people, not to threaten any father's son.

"J, stop."

"Stop."

One hand tightly grasped his wrist, Cassandra's face was covered under the full mask, her worried eyes could not be seen, "You are influenced by him."

"Nobody's affecting me!" Jason said savagely, pulling away from Cassandra's hand and continuing to punch Foye in the bloody face.

Cassandra exhaled helplessly, and threw him flying with a palm, "Calm down, we don't kill people."

Jason propped himself up off the floor, "I never said that."

His fist was dripping with blood, not his.Jason pointed to Foye, who was alive and dead on the ground, and said, "Today we let him go to prison alive, and next year, the year after, and the year after that, he will run out. The 'Boston Butcher' has many admirers, and someone will help him, They're going to recreate something that didn't happen today, and a family is going to be broken. And we're going to watch it happen? Not end it here?!"

"We'll watch him," Cassandra said. "He won't come out again, I promise."

"You can't guarantee it," Jason said, "Not even Batman, unless he's dead."

Cassandra is not good at communicating with people, and her parents trained her rigorously to make her the perfect fighting machine.Language will slow down her reaction speed, so she has no language ability.Before meeting the bats, Cassandra was a little mute.

She wanted Stephanie by her side, that Stephanie could say what she couldn't express, that she was an empath, that she could calm Jason down.

"You can't kill him. Killing is wrong." Cassandra said, her persuasion was too pale compared to Jason's justification.

Jason shook his head, "I know you are a very gentle person and don't want to hurt anyone, Batgirl. So I don't ask you to do this." He took a step forward and clenched his palms into fists, "I'll just do it It's okay, you just have to get out of the way."

"No," Cassandra said, secretly praying that Stephanie would come back soon.

Jason said coldly, "Then fight, this is our usual solution, isn't it?"

In the next second, fists and kicks met, and the two fought in the dark room of the law enforcement officer. The shadow was reflected on the wall, swaying like a ferocious ghost claw.At their feet was Foye, who had been beaten to death by Jason.The corner of the serial killer's mouth twitched extremely sarcastically.

From the first time he met him, he knew that Jason was not from the murderous vigilante.At least his accomplices weren't.The purpose of stimulating him is to stir up conflicts between him and his accomplices, so that Foye can proceed with his next plan.

The world in front of him was blurred, and the blood dripping from his forehead flowed into his eyes, making everything that Foye saw scarlet.And the two fighting vigilantes are like two worms writhing on the red paper.

The world is crazy, but there are benefits too.Foye took out two injections of medicine from his body.One of the injections is to simulate the venom of the Gotham villain Bane to achieve the purpose of enhancing human physical fitness.Foye had stabbed himself badly in the early years in order to disguise himself as a victim.His body was breaking down day by day, and he had prepared this thing, super steroids, in case his body betrayed him one day.

He groped calmly and injected the venom into his body.Excessive pain blasted through his veins, his heart beating so loudly that it thumped in his ears.Foye lay down on the ground panting, every time he moved his body, it would bring the pain of exploding muscles, as well as strength.

He is waiting for an opportunity.Another potion also comes from Gotham, it has a unified name, "fear gas".This substance can not only be released as a gas, but can also be liquefied and applied to weapons, or taken forcibly.

Foye struggled to adjust to the power the injection of Bane's venom would bring to his body.His vision gradually became clearer, and he could tell that although the two fought to the flesh, neither side killed them.The man obviously has scruples, while the girl habitually restrains her strength.

They need a push.

Foye suddenly jumped up, lifted the coffee table in front of him, and threw it at the vigilantes who were fighting.In the flying glass shards, he threw the needle, just this throwing action alone had the force to eject the needle.And the needle pierced straight into Jason's neck.

This man obviously has unrepaired psychological trauma and enough madness.For a moment, Foye wanted to see him kill his companion with his own hands.That would be an entertaining play of fateful whims.

Muscle movement was another form of language in front of Cassandra, and she immediately understood Foye's intentions.It can't be Jason, but it can't be Jason.

Cassandra rushed forward, only in time to block Jason with her body, and the needle plunged into her arm.She originally wanted to gamble on the strength of the battle suit, and it was obvious that her uniform needed to be upgraded.

The moment the poisonous fear gas was injected, her eyes went black.

She is one of the most capable humans in hand-to-hand combat in the world, and she has nothing to fear.

Except for one thing.

At the age of eight, she killed an innocent businessman under the guidance of her father.Blood has been a part of Kassandra's nightmares ever since.

Red, all red.The businessman is sitting in the red center, he is dying.Cassandra begged him not to die.

"Hey, Batgirl, Cass, Cass!" Someone whispered in her ear.

"I'm sorry, Cass, look at me!"

It's Jason.Cassandra moved her lips helplessly, unable to utter a word.Great panic took over every inch of her body.Fortunately, Jason was also an apprentice taught by Bruce, and he took out the stabilizer in her uniform familiarly.

"I have to subdue you before you go berserk, okay? My left eye socket is already black, I hope you won't give me a symmetrical one."

A calming fluid is injected into the body.Red is gone, replaced by black.

Jason hugged Cassandra lying in his arms, hissed, and touched the corner of his bruised mouth.

Stephanie turned in from the window and gasped when she saw the messy scene, "What happened?"

"Thank you for reminding me, don't mess with anyone and don't mess with the Chinese doll." Jason said reluctantly, "My kidney is about to be knocked out by her."

He handed Cassandra into Stephanie's hands, "She's poisoned with fear gas, and I've injected her with tranquillizers, but she still needs to be looked after."

Stephanie quickly picked up Cassandra, "Where's Foye?"

"He ran away." Jason looked at the table, "Damn it, he took the mobile phone on the table, it should be used by the law enforcement officer to contact Hai Li."

"Should we contact the law enforcement officer first?"

"Go and contact the law enforcement officer." Jason wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "I'll go after Foye."

He pointed to the top of his head under Stephanie's questioning gaze, and Mimosa trembled slightly, "Plants are my friends, and a good friend is telling me."

The author has something to say: The world line is over!

Kashan and Barrel saw each other for the first time in the comics, they misunderstood each other and fought, and now the world line is closed (狗头.jpg)

The reason why the barrel is really angry is because of Foye's words: his hero dad can't protect his son.