[Comprehensive British and American] After the citizens of Gotham have the system

Evelyn asked her tutor for leave early in the morning, bought two breakfasts and waited at the school gate.

The countdown reminded in her mind of 7 days, 14:12, made her a little irritable in the early morning. As the time approached, she was already considering whether to agree directly or not.

After seeing the red hood yesterday, she just got back to the dormitory when she received a message from Muffle - saying that the black mask was after her, and he came to pick her up in the morning to bring her back to Sin City.

I can only reject Jade, I hope he will still have the perseverance to come to her next week, after all, he still owes her an umbrella.

She had to marvel at how well-informed the Red Hood was.

It also proved that he was indeed as meddling as a vigilante, although he didn't look like the kind of person who would admit it.

The appointed time was nine o'clock, but she never saw Muffle, so she could only go around to the alley by the side entrance of the school, and she found him.

He was sitting in a modified off-road that he bought second-hand. His huge body made him look a bit... pitiful for a big guy like an off-road?

He was a little too crowded in the car compared to the others, which made her feel a little cute.

"Muff, you know I don't like this." She got into the passenger seat a little angrily, "It's like if you don't meet me at the gate, people won't know that I'm from Sin City if they don't see you."

"You know I don't care what you think." Muffle didn't even look at her.

"How's Dwight?" Evelyn couldn't restrain her irritability.

"Black Mask wants to trade tomorrow, at the pier in the city of crime." Muffle replied obediently.

"Is Dwight himself okay?" She couldn't hide her worry.

"The person on the video is still intact."

"It means that they really want to make a deal." She breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Muffle, "You won't make the black mask look good, will you?"

While starting the car, Muffle smiled viciously, "We'll make him realize what kind of monster he's messed with."

Evelyn patted a breakfast on his chest with one hand, "Eat before driving."

"I ate before……"

"You sure didn't." She cut off his words directly.

Muff rolled his eyes and roughly tore open the paper bag containing breakfast, and he could still be heard muttering, "That's stupid...".

"Muff, you can't just shut me out like this, just like Black Mask can find me casually, they don't even need to investigate. Do you think I can listen to the class?"

"I can't even get through to Gail." Evelyn violently inserted the straw into the paper cup, "She must have blacklisted me."

"I thought you should know that only Gale thinks so in this matter, we are all innocent." Mu Fu argued.

"But you all listen to her."

Muffle shrugged and didn't answer.

Evelyn took a deep breath and changed the subject, "The news that Black Mask is following me, I guess Red Hood sent it to you."

Muffle was still chewing on the meat roll, looking a little surprised: "How do you know?"

Evelyn sighed, "I met him yesterday, and he was waiting on my way back to school."

"He's really well-informed, isn't he?" Evelyn shrugged.

After hearing what she said, Muffle immediately looked a little weird, "Stay away from him, Kitty, he's not suitable for you."

"?"

"? What did you say? No!" It took her a while to react, biting the milk straw and almost spitting out, "Of course not! He was just reminding you! My God, what are you thinking!"

"No." He said it as if he was humming.

Evelyn rolled her eyes, then continued, "But I guess he's a vigilante?"

"No." He opened the car window with one hand and lit a cigarette with the other, with a somewhat irritable expression, "On the contrary."

"That guy intercepted the eight largest street drug dealers under Black Mask in one night. You know, Black Mask is Gotham's largest source of drug supply."

"How is it possible?!" Evelyn felt as if she had heard some science fiction with magical reality.

How is this possible, Black Mask is an extremely cruel and terrifying boss, how could anyone dare to bear the price of betraying him.

"We thought it was impossible, but do you know what method he used?" Muffle glanced at her and started the car.

"what way?"

"He beheaded the eight deputies and showed them in a bag, claiming he had only spent two hours doing it."

Evelyn suddenly felt that she was speechless for a while, and could only let out a sigh of "...wow" for a long time.

This method... is no longer a ruthless hand, it is a killer.

"So black eats black? It seems that my intuition is not accurate."

Mu Fu did not speak to express his acquiescence.

"He... doesn't look like that." Evelyn wanted to explain for herself, "I mean, the people of Gotham are obviously crazy, so it seems that he is not so obviously crazy?"

She looked at the passing street scene, put her face in one hand, "You know, he wanted to protect me that night."

"If it gives you confidence." Muffle gave her a sideways look. "He won't allow his 'new' men to sell drugs to children."

"Then it seems that I am not wrong. If I can not sell it to the children, in my opinion, it is not bad to eat black."

Muff didn't answer, and continued: "He has harassed all the small-scale gangs in Gotham, and he has become the target of public criticism."

"It seems that he is indeed not a follower of the clown." Evelyn shrugged, seeing Muffle squint at her, and added: "Of course I will stay away from him. This kind of person is definitely a big trouble."

"If you ask me, his methods are not very smart." Muffle retracted his gaze, and continued: "Whether he can survive until next week is a question."

Evelyn leaned against the car window and looked at the sky, "Who knows."

After all, it didn't have much to do with them, and this person was left behind by them.

Everyone is getting ready for tomorrow when Evelyn returns to the bar and finds Gale in the basement.

"Gail, you can't do this." Miraculously, Evelyn lost half of her anger when she saw Gail. She sighed, "Did you block my number?"

From her angle, Gale's slender neck could be seen just right.

Gail was wiping a ye sword, not looking at her, "You will regret it, you don't understand."

"That's just what you think, maybe you don't understand." Evelyn sat next to her, rested her head on Gail's shoulder, and said softly, "Dwight is not only your family, but also mine. Family, you can't keep me out."

Gail was forced to stop what he was doing, and looked at her helplessly, with ripples in his brown pupils.

"I don't want to leave you all my life." Evelyn said, she couldn't hear it clearly, and Gail seemed to smile.

Gail hugged her lightly again, and gave her a forehead kiss, neither affirming nor denying.

She could feel Gale's exhaustion now—mentally and physically.

At the end of the day, she also knew that this was not the time to talk about this.

The two sat like this for a while, as if time had stopped in this small room.

Until the basement door was pushed open, "Gail, you have to come and see."

It's Nancy. "Muff is getting into a fight."

Gail got used to it, and quickly got up and went upstairs, and Evelyn followed.

And when Evelyn came up from the basement and saw the person confronting Muffle, she was taken aback.

...Red Hood? !

Red Hood is pointing a gun at Muffle's head, and Muffle is pinching Red Hood against the wall by the neck.

There was a circle of people around, but no one stopped them, and they could even hear someone whistling—they wished that the blood of the two of them would be splashed on the spot to watch the excitement.

"Red Hood, what do you mean?" Gail asked sternly.

"I think you should be able to tell that it was he who made the first move." The voice under the hood sounded gnashed and a little speechless.

Gale looked at them silently for a few seconds, and could only persuade: "Muff, calm down."

"I don't trust him." Muffle still stared at the red hood fiercely, looking like a monster about to go crazy, and he showed his bad temper to the fullest.

Hartigan glanced at Gail, lit a cigarette, "Muff, you can listen to what our little friend wants to say, at least we know that he has a grudge against Black Mask."

Evelyn wanted to persuade her, but her intuition told her that even if she persuaded her, Muff would be even angrier.

"Hey!" Gail yelled suddenly, "Everyone! It's closed today."

"No!" the guests began to yell. "We want to see Muffle wring the kid's head off, too."

"Yes! We paid for it!"

"I haven't finished my drink yet!"

The voices rose and fell—they were literally watching a show with their heads on their trousers.

Evelyn was extremely disturbed by the yelling of these people, and looked at Gail's face that was about to get angry.

Immediately pulled out a wooden bin.

"Bang!" The thigh of the person who yelled the loudest was broken with a bang, blood splashed all over the ground immediately.

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

She seemed to see Red Hood tilting his head slightly in her direction.

"Get out." Gail glanced at the freshly baked man with a broken leg, and immediately everyone scattered.

The man's companion left him and slipped out, and Hartigan stepped forward and grabbed his long, greasy hair and dragged him out of the bar—the period was full of the man's pain of not knowing whether to cover his hair or his legs— —by the way, closing the door of the bar.

Hartigan looked at his hands with disgust.

Sin City people are like this, they never have a long memory.

"Muff, we need news." Gale looked at Muff seriously.

"Red Hood, put down the wooden bin." Hatiganunu raised his chin, "We don't trust you, so we need sincerity."

"Heh." Red Hood put down the wooden warehouse.

Wow, this "heh" really expresses a thousand words.

Seeing his movements, Muffle loosened his hand and put down the red hood.

The latter seemed to glance at the former, and turned around with one hand on his neck, which made a "click" sound.

"I'm not here to cause trouble, I've already expressed my sincerity, haven't I." The red hood turned his head, facing Evelyn.

Everyone knew what that meant, but it made Muffle sneer.

Red Hood ignored it, "Black Mask purchased a new type of super lethal weapon last week."

"We're not backing down." Gail looked at him.

"No, that's not what I meant." Red Hood picked up a holographic projector, and projected a tall, muscular man who was [-] meters tall, shirtless and wearing green pants.

He's even a little taller than Muffle.

"Yamazo, a high-tech fully automated robot."

"This is a fucking robot?" Hartigan couldn't help cursing.

Red Hood didn't answer, and continued, "Yesterday Batman intercepted an Amojo, but Black Mask actually bought two and delivered them in two ways, and he already has the other one."

"How did you know that Batman intercepted it." Evelyn asked everyone's question.

His hood turned his head slightly, as if he had glanced at her, and said, "I sent someone to intercept him, and Batman intercepted my men."

? ? ?Evelyn: Subway Elderly Phone

"It's just a robot. Compared with humans, it has too many flaws." Hartigan said, "It's just that it's a big deal."

"No, it's not just that. In addition to its strength and endurance, it can also replicate all the superpowers it sees."

Hartigan half teased and half complained: "I said I hate superhumans."

Gail couldn't help frowning and said, "If what you said is true, do you have a way to solve it?"

"Yes." Red Hood continued, "But to be precise, as a machine, it should have the common weaknesses of all machines."

As he spoke, he swiped his right hand, and words like explosion and electric shock appeared.

"And the current situation is that Black Mask may want to try its power in tomorrow's transaction, or you may give up using it tomorrow because you think you won't let him take out Amojo, although the possibility is unlikely."

After hearing what he said, Muffle wanted to rush up and give him two blows.

"I mean, none of you are superhuman," said Red Hood, looking at Muff.

"If this is the case, then we have to make two preparations." Gail pondered for a while, then looked at the red hood again: "Do you want to come together?"

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