[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

The Bingshan Club has special VIPs today, every entrance and exit is guarded, and the song and dance actors come on stage again after changing their costumes, with hard-working and enthusiastic smiles, full of the copper smell of capitalism.

Randall scanned around without leaving a trace, and found a table surrounded by strong bodyguards on the second floor. They were sitting in the most comfortable position, one of them was wearing a black top hat, sitting on his The other person on the opposite side was wearing a neat suit, but his face could not be seen clearly.

Sure enough, Penguin was here today.

Randall wondered in his heart how he would talk to the Penguin later, but when he lowered his head, he found that Jason in front of him seemed to be paying attention to the Penguin just like him.

He and Jason met eyes, and the green-eyed man raised his eyebrows, "...what do you want to eat?"

Jason pointed in the direction of Randall when the waiter was serving the food, signaling to give him the veal steak first, and asked the waiter to serve another.

"'Ms.' first." He accentuated his words a bit.

A crepe can't fill the stomach of a mutant who has worked all afternoon, Randall ignored the threat in that sentence, and gladly accepted this seemingly expensive steak.

Jason was not very interested in those hard-working female dancers. He turned his head back a little bored, and looked at Randall with his chin propped up, as if he was observing the makeup on his face. Withdrew his attention.

Randall chewed the steak, the black pepper exploded on his taste buds, the little mutant frowned and drank several mouthfuls of red wine, Jason let out a sneer, which was caught by the mutant with keen five senses.

"Are you an adult?"

"...Of course I... am an adult."

Randall said not so confidently, and was about to stare at the past, but saw a string of bracelets on the opponent's wrist, and his eyes suddenly froze.

It was a string of quaint bracelets, or it could already be said to be shabby, and it was even simpler than those small souvenirs in Chinatown gift shops that fooled foreigners. Objects, especially Jason was still wearing an expensive suit, and the string of bracelets on his hand was just strung together with low-quality small beads, with a few larger round stones polished by sandpaper in the middle, In the middle hangs a very small white cross.

It's like a small handicraft made by a child.

Randall was curious about this not only because he felt that Jason didn't seem to match this string of bracelets, but more importantly, he had seen similar bracelets in the police station in the afternoon——

In the photos that were taken, there was a dead girl wearing this on her hand.

Because he hadn't checked the children in the morgue, Randall asked the criminal police in charge of this in detail, and also asked what the bracelet was for.

At that time, the little policeman took the photo and researched it with several colleagues, and told Randall that this should be handmade by the children in the orphanage. Similar photos were also taken on the official website of the orphanage. God bless' means, they will wear it on their own hands, and they will also make a few strings to give to teachers and volunteers they like to be close to.

"We have seen a lot of volunteers posting bracelets given to them by children on ins. I guess it should be these bracelets."

The little policeman told him so.

Jason also worked as a volunteer?

Randall quietly looked at the man in front of him once again. Although Jason was wearing a well-fitting suit and looked like he was here for some business meeting. He was a successful young man from beginning to end, but Randall had no doubts The strong muscles under his suit, his brows and eyes, even if they were expressionless, were full of fierceness - this doesn't look like someone who will be a volunteer?

Considering that Jason is also very concerned about the Penguin, Randall temporarily put him on the list of "persons involved in the case" and prepared to speak out.

"Are you a Christian?" Randall asked, pinching the slender stem of the red wine glass with his fingers, and nodded uneasily.

Jason paused, then smiled with the corners of his mouth open, "No."

"Then you..." Randall's eyes slid to the little white cross.

"Lana, we've only known each other for less than 10 minutes, and you're starting to inquire about me?" His smile was dangerous and narrow, with a teasing tone, "Love at first sight?"

Well, if Jason was carrying a gun, Randall would not be surprised that Jason would slap the gun on the table to intimidate him.

"Correct me," Randall coughed, "I have a boyfriend, I just...uh, I think the bracelet on your hand looks familiar, my friend...had a similar one before, he said It was given to him by the children ... he used to volunteer at the orphanage a lot."

"..." Jason raised his hand, and the bracelet was more clearly exposed. His green eyes were fixed on the swaying white cross on it. At this moment, it was like two transparent green glass beads with several Very dazed and at a loss, Jason said slowly after a while: "This was given to me by someone...but I..."

His end was swallowed by the music, or Randall suspected he hadn't said it at all.

In Randall's eyes, Jason isn't a bad guy for the time being. Even though he doesn't seem to be easy to mess with, the emotions he conveys when he touches him are chaotic and crazy, which is what a lunatic would do, but—— Rand I still choose to trust my intuition.

The minor continued to taste red wine with peace of mind. If he didn't talk about things related to the case, Randall found that Jason was still a very knowledgeable person. The two of them could talk about many literary works from the classical music of the background piano music. Sen has a unique perspective on those.

After the main course was served, it was dessert. The dancers left for the next batch. He slowly sliced ​​the brownie cake with a knife, while tilting his head and looking in the direction of the Penguin sitting on the second floor stand. .

They should be about to leave the table, Randall watched the waiters remove the empty wine bottles, and then Randall saw the Penguin stand up—oh, he seems a little short—and The man in the suit opposite him shook hands. The distance was a bit far, and the light was very dim. Randall couldn't see clearly, but he could only feel that the man seemed to be wearing a pair of white gloves.

It didn't take long for Penguin and his subordinates to walk down the stairs, as if they wanted to go to the living room at the back with each other.If they were talking about business just now, Randall guessed that they might be going to sign a contract now.

This could be a breakthrough.Randall wanted to eavesdrop on what the other party was going to do, and the man in the suit whose face could not be seen gave him a sense of familiarity inexplicably.

Just as he was thinking about what excuse he could use to sneak to the back, Jason sitting in front of him had neatly put down the cutlery, took out a stack of money from his bag, and placed it on the table.

"It's been a pleasure chatting with you," Jason said. "This is my treat, but I hope we won't see each other again, Lana."

He turned and left—but not quite—well, yes, Randall could now slightly guess that Jason's target might really be the same as him, a Penguin.

Because this guy turned a corner from the shadows as he was walking outside the door, and sneaked into the living room where the Penguin and the others walked in. Although his figure was vigorous, it was difficult for ordinary people to notice, but he was completely seen by keen mutants. In the eyes.

"..."

Randall sighed, called the waiter to settle the money, stood up and asked, "Where is the bathroom?"

The waiter pointed him in the direction, and Randall followed Jason's lead and walked inside at a blind spot where most people could see.

The Penguin should have told his subordinates that he had something important to discuss. Originally, someone was holding the handle in that corridor, but now it was gone. Randall looked inside, and the cameras in the corner were all It was disturbed, and it was probably Jason who did it. I don't know where he took out the equipment.

There were faint voices talking inside, with uncomfortable laughter. No one passed by here. There were only a few doors on the side of the corridor, which should be the rooms usually used by employees. Randall tried the doorknob , can be opened.

After one of the doors opened, there were two unconscious people in security uniforms lying in the corner, no doubt Jason had knocked them unconscious.

At the same time, Randall also noticed that there was a window at the back. If you opened the window lock from the inside, you could turn directly to the back alley of the Iceberg Club. run this way.

Walking through the corridor is the living room, and the voices of Penguin and the others became clearer and clearer. Randall poked his head against the extravagant columns in the room, not daring to get too close.

One is that he saw Jason's figure, and the other is...he saw that many people around Penguin were mutants, and there were even a few familiar faces among them.

What he saw at Dr. Truman's place, the mutant who killed Dr. Truman.

Randall touched his neck subconsciously, like an unspeakable PTSD, and there was pain in his neck again.

But that mutant doesn't seem to be under Penguin, but was brought over by the man sitting opposite Penguin.

Randall evaluated his winning rate against so many mutants in his heart, hesitating whether to take off the necklace on his chest, but he has been wearing the necklace recently, and he used up most of it when he was fighting Hydra. To be honest, the accumulated 'emotions' are not enough now, and he hasn't figured out how to release and use the energy gathered in the pendulum. If he really fights, he will At most, you can only leave a time to run away - if there are mutants who lack empathy like Hannibal, it will be a bit dangerous.

Unless Jason... oh, Jason actually has a gun.

Randall took a few deep breaths against the pillar, and heard the people inside talking, as if they were about to sign some contract.

This is evidence.Randall thought, if they missed this time, they might have to steal it next time. Stealing documents is much more troublesome than robbing them.

He touched the pocket of his clothes and found a mask from the inside - he is an internet celebrity after all, even if the camera is blocked, it is not easy for Penguin to see his face.

Randall tied up his long blond hair, turned his head to look again, and found that the door was empty, and Jason had disappeared.

"..."

He was startled, and then suddenly there was a gunshot, which almost exploded in the empty room.

As soon as Randall gritted his teeth, Jason was indeed a lunatic!

The restaurant outside was still playing music. Randall wasn't sure if they heard it, but it did become chaotic inside. Not long after the gunshot, Randall heard several more shots, and then The roar of the penguin and the footsteps of the mutants.

Randall exhaled and took off the necklace.

At that moment, on the left and right sides of the corridor, anger and fear, peace and contentment, and chaos mixed in it seemed to flood him like a tidal wave.

Randall rushed out, first twisting the arms of the two mutants closest to him, who slammed into the door screaming in pain.

The penguin in front of the sofa turned foie gras out of anger, and pointed at Randall with his black long-handled umbrella that he had never let go of for thousands of years.On the other side, Jason's bullets smashed into the mutant's eyebrows one by one as if he had eyes.

The mutant who killed Dr. Truman in a few seconds had a fierce look on his face, as if he was about to appear in front of Jason in the next second... The man in the black suit was surrounded by a group of mutants, even in such a chaotic situation In the scene, as if casually, he gave Randall a cold glance.

That sight made Randall jump in his heart. It was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

Emotions were mixed in the air waves, spreading around with Randall as the center, like an invisible poisonous gas, and for a while there was the sound of flesh | bodies falling to the ground.

"……Wow."

Three seconds later, Jason was the only one in the room other than Randall who was standing still. He raised his eyebrows, sighed, and poked the mutant who fell at his feet and groaned with his toes.

"Is this your ability? Are you a superhuman, an alien, or a mutant? A dinner doesn't seem like a bad deal," Jason said to himself.

"Stop talking nonsense, this won't last long." Randall rolled his eyes. After all, he didn't accumulate enough emotions. He had already seen the huge mutant struggling to stand up.

He quickly stepped forward and grabbed the document on the desktop, and took a quick look at it. It had been signed and stamped, indicating that the document had legal effect.

"Raiders of Heaven?" Jason snorted, "That's just right... I can—"

He raised the gun in his hand and aimed it between Penguin's eyebrows.

The gangster boss of Gotham is now lying on the ground in embarrassment, with a hideous face, but his wide-open eyes are full of fear.

Jason looked down at him as if he was being sentenced to death.

"You should apologize to those children, but unfortunately you can only go to hell."

The trembling of the penguin became more intense, Randall saw the mutant behind him move, and there was a sound from a distance—it seemed to be at the back door, there were more disorderly footsteps, it should be the penguin Someone called his men—he grabbed Jason's arm.

"You can't kill him."

Randall said in a low voice.

"Are you a non-killer too?" Jason said, with a feather mask pulled out from the utility room on his face, like a scene from an old movie from the last century.

Randall looked at him in that weird situation and said calmly.

"I may not be, but you can't kill him now—his men are down, and we should go."

Randall grabbed Jason's arm and pulled him out of the living room.

"Can't you use that move just now?" Jason withdrew his gun. His emotions are not as chaotic as they were at the beginning. Randall guessed that he may have been insane for a while.

"Ultimate moves require CD reading, okay?" Randall said, opened the door of the room whose window he had already opened, and pushed Jason in, "Hurry up, those abilities won't last long , go slow and we're done."

The two of them jumped out of the window and walked around the alley a few times. Jason was obviously more familiar with the environment here. He led Randall over several walls and finally stopped after reckoning that they were within a safe range. down.

"Lana isn't your real name, is it?" Jason said.

Randall rummaged through his pockets, and finally found a business card in his trousers pocket before leaving the house at noon, and handed it to Jason, "I'm a policeman."

"Hmm," Jason threw away the ridiculous masquerade feather mask and glanced at the content, "Randall Mestas, BCPD's... detective consultant."

"Has anyone ever told you that your cliche skills are really bad?" Jason said sincerely.

"……No!"

"Ha, just like you are still a policeman!"

"……none of your business."

"So you're from Bludhaven?"

"Investigate the case... Although it is not convenient to disclose, your purpose may be similar to mine."

Jason was noncommittal, he was silent for a while, and then stretched out his hand, "Jason Todd."

"Randall Mestas." The little mutant shook hands with him again, and then his phone started to vibrate, and he pulled out the phone in a panic, "Sorry, I have a call..."

After seeing the caller ID above, Randall was relieved. Fortunately, this is not a video call from Lula.

"Dick? What's the matter." Randall hugged the file tightly.

Dick?

Jason paused for a few seconds when he heard this name. Although this name is not unique, it is definitely rare. At least he has never known a few 'Dick's, especially in the city of Gotham. .

"Landa? I just finished here. Have you returned to the hotel yet? They seem to say they haven't seen you."

Dick's voice was slightly distorted over the phone, but Jason clearly recognized the bastard he knew before, the first Robin, his... brother.

"I'm going out to buy some food and I'm going back," Randall said.

"Where is it? Do you need me to pick you up." Dick frowned, "It's very late."

"No, I..." Randall glanced at Jason, "I'm very close to the hotel, don't you want to go home? Go back early."

After Randall hung up the phone, he realized that Jason was looking at himself with a strange gaze, as if re-examining, "Your partner?"

"No," Randall shook his head. He touched the tip of his nose, looked down sheepishly, and said, "My boyfriend's name is Nightwing... Maybe you've heard of him? He's, uh, a superhero .”

Jason: "..."

He tilted his head and asked with difficulty: "Is this a new popular hobby?"

"What do you mean?" Randall blinked, not understanding what he meant.

Jason tried to recall in his mind the information he had seen when he returned to Gotham in the past few weeks - the guy at the head of Dick probably hasn't abandoned this title and found a second-generation Nightwing, right?

He finally chose to swallow all the questions, "...it's nothing."

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