[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

Ryan, who was determined to torment Batman with failure but unexpectedly completed the task, was also exhausted.

Because completing Batman's quest is equivalent to completing five Raiders quests, Ryan deliberately spent half a month resting, and he used his body to browse the world.

Ryan deliberately went to several cities in his world, such as New York and London.

Except for the addition of the Avengers Building and the Temple of Time disguised as a museum, New York is not much different from Ryan's original world. It's boring to go shopping twice.

Ryan returned to the system space, secretly speeding up the progress of the world, from winter to warm spring.

He browsed the vest information.

He needs to play a cripple.

Ryan rubbed his chin, lame man, it seems that his fighting power will be weakened again, can you expect a lame man to be able to caress?

No, this is an ordinary person's vest.

Sadly, the mission is set in Gotham again.

Seeing the words "Gotham", Ryan's eyebrows twitched, and he had a bad premonition. Is...won't he be a member of the Bat Family again?

He swallowed his saliva and clicked on the mission target information.

What came into view was a handsome face with a cold and sharp expression and white hair flaring between the foreheads.

Jason Todd, second-generation Robin, Red Hood, member of the Outlaws, member of the Bat Family.

Ryan remembered him, he had appeared in Bluhaven, he couldn't see Jason's face at that time, but he could recognize Jason's identity through the label and voice on Jason's head.

In the dark knight's vest not long ago, Jason Todd's appearance frequency was extremely low. When he supplemented the comics, he also learned that the relationship between Jason and Batman was not harmonious, at least on the surface.

This is also good, this can ensure that he does not need to contact the Bat family many times when he contacts Jason.

Ryan doesn't like the Bat family very much. The entire dark family, except for Dick Grayson, has more or less inherited Batman's suspicion and desire to control.

Dealing with such a person is tiring, because he has to be on his guard all the time to avoid being tricked.

Ryan has read Jason Todd's comics. Jason Todd's character is actually different from the other members of the Bat Family. Although he is not a vigilante, he is more like a villain.

He is an anti-hero, and he prefers to go black and eat black as a criminal, so before Batman knew that the red hood was Jason Todd, he always thought that the red hood was Gotham's long-standing and threatening criminal.

And yet Jason Todd is just guarding Gotham his own way, a more destructive one.

Criminals may band together against Batman, but they will never band together against another criminal.

Moreover, Jason Todd has a perverse personality and is born rebellious. He is not suitable to be Robin, but he hides the most sensitive and gentle heart.

If it weren't for this soft heart, he wouldn't be caught and killed by the clown, and finally he crawled out of the grave and soaked in the Lazarus spring to create the current Red Hood.

Jason Todd doesn't accept other people's kindness easily. Once he receives someone's kindness, he will remember it for a lifetime, and repay it carefully and multiple times in his own way.

Ryan was relieved after reading it. It sounds like Jason Todd is not difficult to deal with. Anyway, no matter how difficult it is, it cannot be more difficult than Batman.

After confirming the information, Ryan decisively chose to load.

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When I opened my eyes again, I saw the narrow streets and alleys with the color of Gotham. The dark clouds above my head covered the sky, and I couldn't see any color that the night sky should have, and I couldn't see the moon.

Only the light cast by the bat lights on the clouds acts as the moon, which is not enough to illuminate the entire night sky of Gotham.

The shadows that cannot be covered by the moonlight and the corners where bats cannot fly are the places where darkness breeds.

The alleys of Gotham have its usual smell, excrement, vomit, and all kinds of garbage, which is the smell of Gotham. Ryan often walked through these places when he used the dark knight vest to search for information for Batman.

He originally thought that the nose of this down-and-out nobleman would not be able to bear this. Although he was a down-and-out nobleman, he was also a nobleman.

However his nose accepted it well without any rejection.

In the dark alley ahead there were sounds of beatings and cursing.

Ryan's brown eyes flickered, and he had to go and see.

Ryan moved on the ground with a medical crutch under the armpit of his right arm. As soon as he took a step, he felt the weakness of his right leg. He had almost no feeling in his right leg from the knee down.

He can walk even if he puts down the crutches, but it will be very tiring. After all, he only has one leg that can move, and it is much easier to walk with the help of crutches.

It's just that no matter how he walks, Ryan can't be like a normal person. It only takes one glance to see that his legs are defective, and he can't run or jump.

He turned slowly and walked into the alley, while raising his head to look around. This is a very winding alley, not on the side of the main road, but one of the crooked alleys, which is small and easy to pass by. get lost.

As soon as he passed the corner, Ryan saw the motorcycle parked at the corner. The body was pure black, and the design was very similar to the Batmobile, but it was different.

This is obviously the car of the Red Hood.

Ryan, who suddenly heard the sound of the wind, raised his head, and a magazine was flying towards him. He hastily let go of his crutches, leaned his body to one side, barely avoiding the attack of the magazine.

Ryan, who did not have crutches to help him keep his balance, suddenly hit the wall, and the crutches fell to the ground with a thud. He clutched his sore shoulder, and he had no time to care about the pain at the moment.

He thought with lingering fear, fortunately he had already engraved the intuition of avoiding danger in his bones, otherwise if the clip hit his forehead, the mission would have ended on the spot.

He looked up, and in the dim light, a tall man in a leather jacket with a red hood was clutching the muzzle of a gun.

The man with the red hood pressed against the wall desperately pressed the trigger of the gun to no avail. He lowered his head in horror, only to realize that the magazine had been unloaded by the man in front of him at some point.

The unloaded magazine was the culprit who attacked Ryan just now.

"How... how?" the man murmured.

"Surprise?" The red hood had a panoramic view of the man's expression, and he let out a grin, his voice a little hoarse.

The red hood pinned the man's neck and threw him against the wall, and then kicked another target, the action was fierce and vicious, and it was completely impossible to see that he was in a state of injury.

Yes, injured status.

Ryan's eyes couldn't see exactly where the Red Hood was injured, but he could see that the blood bar belonging to the Red Hood was constantly decreasing.

But his fighting power was not affected by the wound at all, on the contrary, it had the meaning of a quick battle, and his movements became more crisp.

Until someone picked up the magazine from the ground and filled it with bullets, and frantically fired at Red Hood. Because he was too flustered, the bullet hit the wall, and Red Hood didn't even try to hide.

The sound of gunfire completely tore through the night.

Red Hood gave a mocking sigh. "I'm always trying to keep you from using that thing? Peashooter? That's going to attract cops, and I hate cops."

"Now it seems that I can only kill you guys before the note comes."

"Let... let me go." The thug with the gun was so frightened that his nose flowed.

The red hood kicked the man fiercely, and after kicking him down, he stepped on the man, and his military boots viciously crushed the man.

"Dare to bully me, right? Very good, Tiger Head Gang? I made the West District a laughingstock within a week. Some dogs always have no memory. They can't always remember who the boss of the West District is, right?"

The red hood pulled out from the side of the waist, pressed against the back of the man's head, and bent down. "Tell me, who is the boss of the West End."

"It's...it's you, it's Red Hood."

"Very well, you know what to say when you go back."

Until the thug who was talking to the red hood fell on Ryan's side, the thug endured the pain and got up, without even looking at Ryan, he limped away quickly.

Ryan knew it was over.

"Oh? There's another one?" Jason pretended to be puzzled and said, stepping on the ground with his military boots and approaching Ryan step by step, stepping on the tip of Ryan's heart with every step.

Ryan licked his teeth. He couldn't believe that Jason hadn't heard him. He reasonably suspected that Jason threw the clip to scare him on purpose.

Jason approached the young man leaning against the wall step by step. His figure cast a light on Ryan, and even completely covered Ryan, bringing a sense of oppression.

He unscrupulously looked at the thin young man in front of him looking up at him.

He was wearing a clean white shirt, the fabric should not be cheap.

A man who can wear this suit should not appear in the darkest alleys of the West End, and he is also the type that is most likely to be robbed.

"Looking for death? I don't line up here."

The young man has soft black hair like a raven, and the overly long forehead hair blocks the contours of his cheeks, making his face appear extremely small and very white. A pair of black eyes embedded in the eyelids shaped like peach petals stares at him in shock. Own.

Ryan clearly had a shocked expression——

He was frightened, because Jason just stared at him unwaveringly for his behavior towards the Tiger Head Gang just now.

Jason glanced at the crutches on the ground, then at the young man's obviously abnormal and somewhat shriveled right leg.

He curled his mouth hidden under the helmet, feeling bored, a cripple who couldn't even hide the look of fear, and his skeleton didn't look like a trained person.

An ordinary guy passing by wearing an expensive shirt.

Haha, Jason can't think of anything other than drug dealers. Jason doesn't often manage the drug business in the West End. There are too many poor people in the West End. They need to make a living by selling drugs.

It's just that Jason never allowed drug dealers to sell drugs to the poor and minors. Many people were disobedient. After being cleaned up by Jason, they understood the new rules of the West End. No one wanted to mess with the Red Hood, most of them did.

Jason casually thought that that leg was probably broken by drug dealers, who sold powder to minors or something, maybe it was him who broke it, he broke too many legs.

The smell of blood spread in this narrow alley, covering the original stench of the alley. The clothes on the abdomen were already soaked in blood, and the blood oozing from the bottom of the clothes stained the trousers red.

Fortunately, it's dark enough for no one to see. Jason wasn't worried about being injured and being discovered, ha, even if he was discovered, he could easily deal with this little cripple.

Now his body temperature is gradually dropping due to excessive blood loss, and there is still a distance from his safe house. He has to return to the safe house sober.

The military boots spun around on the ground, and Jason was about to leave.

"You—" came the somewhat soft voice belonging to the youth.

Jason held down the gun pouch with his hands, and turned his head halfway to look back at Ryan with a warning look.