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

The first time the call showed that no one was connected, Jason frowned, and the face of the little cripple flashed in his mind, and it was the face with Hongxia who helped him vent it just now.

He hurriedly controlled his mind, not letting it think about anything.

Is Ryan angry?Because of his behavior of venting his anger just now.

He knew that the little cripple usually looked meek, like a lamb, clean and soft.In fact, he was very grumpy, and Jason had already quarreled with the little cripple two or three times about something.

In the end, Ryan tried his best to stare at Jason with those angry red eyes without blinking, and pursed his lips without speaking, just staring at Jason and insisting on his own opinion.

But when Jason just saw those beautiful eyes staring at him, his heart, which was still hard just now, immediately softened.

Ryan is very stubborn, and gradually understands Jason's soft-hearted personality. Every time he has a disagreement with Jason and cannot resolve it verbally, Ryan always stares at him.

Every time, Jason would choose to give in to Ryan because he couldn't bear the attack from those eyes.

However when the phone shows twice that no one is connected.

Jason was more or less uneasy, and at the same time his left eyelid twitched violently, as if reminding him that something bad was about to happen.

Jason picked up the hood from the table and put it on his face. The red hood rode the motorcycle all the way to Ryan's residence. At the same time, he didn't stop to call Ryan, and he was not connected once.

He was riding a locomotive, as fast as lightning, and kept honking his horn to force the vehicles in front to give way for him.

If there is a vehicle that does not give way to Jason, Jason will directly screw the trigger, pull the car with both hands, lift the car up and jump over the car cover.

There are still very few people who dare to embarrass the red hood in the West District like this.

Jason was furious, the little cripple better not answer his call because he was angry, he would definitely grab his ears and slap him hard, Jason thought.

At least Ryan would not be in danger if he didn't answer his phone because he was angry.

But Jason knew in his heart that something unexpected might happen to Ryan.

Jason parked the car downstairs. He pressed his feet and rushed to the floor where Ryan was, while completing the loading of the bullet in the fastest time.

When I came to Ryan's house, the door was half open, and the lock left traces of welding and cutting gun work. Someone forcibly opened the door from the outside and entered the house.

Looking outside the door, he could see the stained broken glass on the ground. Jason had the impression that it was some glass ornaments placed by Ryan in the living room, probably used by Ryan as a self-defense weapon.

The lady gun that Jason handed to Ryan for self-defense fell in the corner, and the bolt bounced. He had already fired, but there were no traces of blood in the house except messy footprints and traces of struggle. .

It seems that Ryan's struggle has failed.

As he approached the house, he heard intermittent voices from inside, like Ryan's low sobbing, or begging for mercy.

This made Jason think of something bad in an instant.

But the brain was shamefully excited when it heard the sound, and it immediately thought of Ryan making such a helpless sound to help him release himself.

Jason bit the tip of his tongue, and the smell of blood filled his mouth. He forced himself to calm down, entered the house quietly, and took the lead in killing the two men in black guarding the living room.

The two men in black were also big-hearted. They held guns in both hands, but they did not stare at the door as their superiors said. The sound came.

Because of this, it was stolen by Jason.

Jason got rid of the two of them, and he grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door open without hesitation.

The picture that came into view made him lose the sanity that he had worked so hard to regain in an instant.

Ryan was forced to sit in the rocking chair covered with soft blankets—

Jason helped Ryan move that rocking chair from the living room window to the room last night.

The clothes of the disabled youth were disheveled and their cheeks were covered with sweat.

His hands were forced upwards and fixed on the top of his head, unable to move. His originally fair face was flushed with anxiety and despair. His caramel-colored eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist. Gritting his lips, he refused to make another sound of weakness.

He couldn't lift his right leg, he just kept stretching out his left leg and kicking indiscriminately, trying to prevent the person in front of him from approaching.

The tall man in a black suit in front of Ryan was not in a hurry to approach, he was like a cat that has finally caught its favorite prey, slowly watching the desperate gesture of the prey, and finally killing the prey after getting tired of playing.

The man squatted down in front of Ryan, and Ryan's feet could never be kicked. He winked at the men behind Ryan who grabbed Ryan's hands, and the man immediately stretched out his hands to grab Ryan's. The hair forced him to raise his head and meet the man's gaze.

"I wonder what your name is? Anser? Young master Anser Cadia?"

Ryan looked at the man angrily, but didn't speak.

"The court feels that your family has been in power for too long, so it's no wonder that I have done something to you and to you."

What holds power?

A trace of confusion flashed across Ryan's eyes.

Naturally, the man did not ignore the confusion in Ryan's eyes, he sneered mockingly: "It seems that 'Master' and 'Madam' really dote on you? Or, these two old idiots didn't expect you and your wife Will the family have today?"

Hearing the man insulting his parents, Ryan finally opened his mouth to speak, he gritted his teeth and said, "You are not allowed to talk about them."

"Well, let's not talk about them. What's the point of talking about the dead." The man smiled gently, and he clearly had a rather handsome face, but his face was distorted with excitement.

Seeing the man's expression, Ryan's heart skipped a beat.

He had seen such an expression on Hannibal's face, what did it mean, it meant that he might suffer.

The man caught off guard and grabbed Ryan's half-shrunk left leg. Because the man didn't get close, Ryan didn't keep kicking it indiscriminately.

Now being caught off guard by the man, Ryan was startled, and planned to kick the man hard, but the man grabbed his ankle so hard that he couldn't move.

Facing Ryan's terrified face, the man smiled gently: "Let's discuss the only complete leg you have left."

Ryan forgot to breathe for a moment, and the figure of the man in front of him gradually overlapped with the figure of the masked man who broke his right leg.

The fear that was worse than before finally pierced through Ryan's guarded heart.

"You're really lucky. I thought the stick would make you calm down and stop thinking about running away. At least it could make your legs rest in peace." The man looked at Ryan's right leg with pity.

"Your right leg is not getting better."

He pretended to sigh: "So I said, what's wrong with serving the court? Can't An Sheng be the puppet of the court?"

"As a result, your bodyguards blocked a dozen shots for you, just to let you escape with that broken leg."

"But now? Have you fallen back into the hands of the court?"

The man lovingly touched Ryan's trembling left leg, and his tone couldn't hide his excitement: "I'm sorry to tell you, young master, your left leg is lost."

"Sitting in a wheelchair always calms you down."

The man pinched Ryan's calf, and felt that Ryan's legs tensed instantly, and he was even more excited.

Ryan closed his eyes in despair, his eyelashes trembled, his face was even paler to transparent, he couldn't help wriggling his pale lips, and a low voice of prayer overflowed uncontrollably from between his trembling teeth.

"God.."

"Please do not--"

"Please don't.. hurt me..."

The man was even more excited when he heard the prayers and fears that Ryan couldn't suppress from his lips.

"Oh, speaking of it, didn't you ask the Red Hood to be your helper? Do you think the Red Hood can save you?"

There was a click, the sound of a bullet being loaded, and the cold muzzle of the gun hit the top of the man's head, causing his head to shift a certain distance unconsciously.

"Guess who the hell can save you from Red Hood's gun?"

The man paused.

Jason let out a smirk, his eyes were full of killing intent, and his voice was careless. "I guess only God can save you from Red Hood's gun."

After speaking, Jason pulled the trigger without hesitation, the bullet penetrated the man's head, and blood mixed with brains splashed everywhere.

At the same time that the person controlling Ryan moved, Jason kicked over, with such force that the person hit the window directly, shattered the glass and flew out from upstairs.

Ryan, who was terrified, didn't open his eyes immediately. His brain told him that he was saved and that he had gotten out of the predicament just now, but his limbs and body were extremely slow in responding.

They are slowly trying to free themselves from the state of fear just now.

Ryan just quickly retracted the left leg that had been held in the hand and almost encountered the same situation as the right leg, and then slowly retracted the hands that had been imprisoned on the top of the head for some time and hid them behind his back.

He slowly curled himself up into a ball, buried his head in his arms, as if the smaller he wrapped himself up, the less he would be in contact with this room and this world, the safer he would be.

Jason turned his gaze around, eliminating all potential dangers in the room, and paused slightly when his eyes fell on the man whose head he had opened a hole in.

He leaned closer to the man, in order to see the mark on the man's neckline.

The golden dark pattern, forming a pattern of scales and owls, is the court of owls.

Jason narrowed his eyes. What does the Court of Owls have to do with Anser Cardia?In other words, what is the connection between the Cadia family and the Court of Owls?

Is it a pawn placed in Gotham by the owl in order to control Gotham?But Ryan's family is now the only one left, otherwise he would not have fled to the most dangerous west district to save his life.

So, the Cadia family is out of the control of the owl?

Seeing how the owl threatened and intimidated Ryan just now, the owl court didn't intend to kill Ryan, but wanted to hurt Ryan's other leg, so that it would be easier to control Ryan.

But Ryan said, the Cardia family has been living in seclusion in Everland in the south of Gotham, how can they have the ability to make owls mobilize people?

Is Ryan lying to him?Jason thought suspiciously, and at the same time he turned his head and looked at Ryan calmly.

Ryan's stiff body shrank, it was clearly spring, but he felt a chill like falling into an ice cellar, his lips trembled and whispered something, and his body trembled unconsciously.

Jason's pupils flickered, and his doubts about Ryan were immediately replaced by anger, mixed with anger and distress for Ryan.

Ryan's current performance can be regarded as post-traumatic stress.

Post-traumatic stress disorder is commonly known as: war sequelae.