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

Ryan laughed inwardly.

He looked at Jason pressing the gun pouch, his eyes were not vicious, and he knew that Jason didn't intend to do anything to him.

On the surface, Ryan blinked innocently, and then licked his lower lip awkwardly.

"I just, I want to say, do you want to come with me?"

For a moment Ryan couldn't hear Jason's gasping, which was getting heavier.

"Huh?!" Jason's voice had the peculiar flick of the tongue, he felt incredible about what Ryan said, and of course he should feel incredible.

A drug dealer invites a gang leader who is actually a vigilante and mercenary to go with him. Does this cripple treat him as a child?Can abduct with a word?

He turned around and looked at him carefully with Ryan's indescribable eyes.

"What do you mean?" After saying this, Jason fell silent. His heart moved and he thought of something.

In Gotham, rich people often come to the slums of the West Side to pick out good-looking men and women to take back as a foster care.

Jason has been very good-looking since he was a child. When he was a child, rich people wanted to take care of him. When he grew up, he was occasionally hired as a bodyguard by his employers. He was rejected by Jason without exception.

There are also those who want to kidnap Jason, and the price... I can only say that Jason has not been kind since he was a child.

But this is indeed the first time Jason sees a man who wants to take care of him, a crippled drug dealer, oh he may not be a drug dealer, he is just here to take care of someone, is there really someone who comes alone to pick someone in such a corner, etc. wait?Does he know who he is?

He doesn't even know what he looks like.

Jason's thoughts were a little confused by the wound, but that didn't stop him from staring at Ryan in disbelief.

Naturally, Ryan couldn't see Jason's line of sight through the helmet that looked like a red date, and he didn't know what Jason was thinking.

"You're hurt." Leon paused, his brown eyes staring at Jason calmly. "I live near here."

Jason froze for a moment, realizing that he was thinking too much.

He said in a cold voice with no expression on his face: "It has nothing to do with you. You can live long in Gotham by keeping your mind off your own business."

Ha, who can wear expensive clothes and live in the West End, just to avoid enemies, Ryan knows who he is, and Ryan will mention that he wants to help Jason, just because he needs the red hood.

Jason has seen a lot of people like this.

Like his biological mother.

Jason was also not interested in helping him with something that would cost his life, thinking of his biological mother who had hurt him so badly.

Jason couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating sneer, he raised his middle finger at Ryan, turned around and left.

At this time, the whistle of the police car rang from far to near, and the sound could be heard from all directions. It must be the gunshots that attracted the attention of the cop.

Gee.

He couldn't slip away under Tiaozi's nose without anyone noticing, at least not now.

He glanced at Ryan from the corner of his eye, and Ryan was still staring at him eagerly.

It seemed he had no choice.

"Go." Jason stopped where he was.

Ryan blinked his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth. He leaned against the wall and squatted down to pick up his crutches. He limped and walked in front of Jason. The speed was not fast for a normal person, but it was easy for a disabled person. See Ryan's excitement.

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Out of professionalism, Jason subconsciously began to observe the structure of the room the first time he entered Ryan's residence.

This is a well-furnished room without a strong atmosphere of life.

Why do you say that the breath of life is not strong, because there are transparent protective film seals on some furniture, which have never been used.

Some furniture, such as kitchen utensils, coffee machine, record player, etc. have traces of long-term use.

I have the habit of listening to music. I don't use earphones. Instead, I use a record player, which is relatively rare now.

Secondly, the coffee machine used by Ryan is not a portable coffee machine that is more common nowadays, but a cumbersome hand-made coffee machine.

Those who can develop such living habits are mostly Gotham nobles.

A 'noble' who now lives in Gotham's most famous and notorious poor West End can still afford so much and expensive furniture. His family suffered a change and he came to take refuge in the West End.

Jason's guess is not far from Ryan's background story. In other words, Ryan didn't intend to hide his background from Jason.

The reason why he doesn't use those furniture is because Ryan doesn't think this is his home, it's just a temporary place to stay. It's just out of inertia thinking that fully furnished is the standard for a house.

Ryan's vest this time is a member of an old nobleman in Gotham. The Cardia family is very old and was born earlier than the four major families, long before the city of Gotham was called Gotham.

The Cardia family already existed, but they were quite low-key. After the rise of the four major families, the Cardia family has basically faded out of people's sight.

On the farthest south side of Gotham, there is an endless flower field surrounded by power grids. Few people know who the owner of this flower field is.

That is the family land of the Cardia family. The center of the [-]-acre flower field is a beautiful Mediterranean island, and the island is the entire Cardia estate.

Few people know these things. In addition, the Cardia family has also secretly invested in many construction projects and corporate projects in Gotham.

No one knew that the Booster Fund, which was as famous as the Wayne Fund, actually belonged to the Cardia family. Even such a low-key Cardia family was still being targeted in Gotham.

After roughly confirming the layout of the room, Jason turned his attention to Ryan again.

Lean held the cane tightly with one hand, tilted his shoulders to put his weight on the cane, and rummaged through the cabinet with the other hand. After a while, he finally found the small white box.

Ryan glanced sideways at Jason who was still standing by the door, and asked friendlyly, "Do you need my help?"

Jason walked over quickly. The sound of military boots stepping on the floor was silent, but he deliberately stepped on the floor vigorously to make a noise. He grabbed the medicine box and rushed into the bathroom.

Blood dripped and left visible marks on the marble floor.

After Jason disappeared from sight, the smiling expression on Ryan's face disappeared.

He leaned on his stick and walked to the window to sit down. Gotham Linhai even in the spring that has warmed up, it is still a bit cool at night.

In all fairness, Gotham is an incredibly beautiful city, especially at night.

The night casts a layer of tulle on Gotham. This Gothic city is full of mystery under the moonlight. The bright light spots flicker under this layer of haze, like night flowers blooming in the night, just accompanied by beauty. There is also danger.

The medicine box is small, but it has all internal organs.

Jason took a shower in the bathroom by the way, but there was no clothes for him to change, and the little man outside didn't look like he could wear clothes.

So Jason put on this blood-soaked battle suit again. The sticky wet clothes against his dry skin made Jason feel a little uncomfortable.

He unscrewed the door, remembering to put on the helmet that Tim and Damian jokingly called 'the date head' for himself.

By the window, Ryan, who heard the movement, turned to look at Jason. The gunshots and explosions from a distance made Jason frowned unconsciously.

"Red Hood."

"?" Jason looked up, looking at Ryan through the vicious hood.

Ryan looked back at Jason again, and he looked at the distant fire outside the window. "I know you."

"So? The more people who know about me, the more people who were killed by me." Jason said with a grin.

He pretended not to understand what Ryan said.

"You're a member of the Outlaws, as I recall, the Outlaws are hired, right?"

Jason raised his brows sharply. He wasn't surprised that Ryan would say such a thing, as he said, he guessed that Ryan wanted him to help him.

Jason is a person who is easy to be kidnapped by morality, otherwise he would not have fallen into the trick of the clown in order to see his mother, let alone because Thalia completely revived him, and helped him take care of Damian for a period of time .

It's just that he can use other methods to repay Ryan.

Jason: "What?"

"I want to hire you. The price is based on the number of days. How much did your previous employer pay? I can double the price. What you have to do is very simple, just protect me."

Ryan crossed his legs and folded his hands on his lap, looking like an experienced negotiator.

The slender figure was wrapped in a shirt, the legs under the suit pants were turned up, the ankles were thin and pale, and there was a big black trouser leg. Jason looked at the trouser leg and felt that Ryan was stuffing his legs. There is still room in the same trouser leg.

Jason observed Ryan's expression, and couldn't help but twitched the corner of his lower lip. Ryan's expression was relaxed, and he seemed very confident, but many details revealed that he had never negotiated before.

His fingers tapped his knees erratically, and his sitting posture was unnatural. He had no idea whether Jason would agree to him or not.

Negotiation is another battlefield, a battlefield of intrigues and mutual testing of the bottom line.

Someone like Ryan who throws away all his bargaining chips in one go, will be overturned on the negotiating table.

Jason shrugged: "It seems that what you know about me is only superficial."

"Because the Outlaws have been disbanded a long time ago, I don't want to be a mercenary anymore. After all, being the boss of the West District earns a lot more than being a mercenary." Jason said casually.

This is fake, the Outlaws didn't disband, they're just scattered in different places now.

Roy helped Green Arrow train new hunters in Star City, Artemis returned to Paradise Island to handle affairs, and now the only outlaw left in Gotham is Jason.

It was also because Jason had carried out a long-term latent mission not long ago.

"I really need—" Ryan's tone was a little anxious, he stood up in a hurry, knocked down the crutch placed next to the chair, his legs were weak, and he quickly supported the table to avoid falling.

"Stop. I don't fucking care what you need." Jason interrupted Ryan directly.

"As for protecting you? You should go to a professional, it won't be me anyway."

Ryan's lips moved, and he lowered his eyes. As Jason said, being the boss of the West District is more profitable than being a mercenary. There is no need for him to do thankless things.

So Ryan restrained his emotions. He leaned on the sofa and bent down to pick up the crutches with difficulty. When he raised his head again, his face was a little pale.

"The police are still on patrol. Let's rest here for the time being tonight. No one has lived in the room on the left." After speaking, Ryan limped back to his room.