[Comprehensive Yingmei] Me and my four unjust brothers

The big man ran all the way and took Merrell from the avenue to the alley. Gotham's alleys are very complicated. Li lost his way.

When the big man stopped, they had already passed through the complicated alley and came to a more spacious place. Visually, it gave Merrell a kind of unique illusion. Who would have thought that the narrow, winding and changeable alley would have Attached to such a large area.

This large area is surrounded by dilapidated buildings, and the buildings don't look like they are inhabited.

In other words, such a dangerous building should not be lived in.

But Merrell could clearly see vague figures standing inside the window, this is a slum-like place, standing in front of the window, looking at Merrell and the big man, like hyenas with green eyes staring hungrily They are waiting for the chance to share the leftovers.

The big man didn't expect Merrell to follow here.

He was stunned for a moment, are all foreigners so strong now?

The big man regained his ferocious expression, poohed and stared at Merrell who was panting heavily and calmly breathing.

"Are you finished, boy? I told you, don't even try to get the wallet, you have to confess here today."

Merrell said helplessly: "Well, that's what you said."

He wouldn't be so foolish as to summon shadow minions where someone was watching.

Merrell leaned sideways, bent forward with one leg, and squatted down slightly.

One arm is forward, the palm is open, and the other hand is placed about ten centimeters from the side of the waist.

Besides the status of a federal police officer and the ability to summon the Shadow Corps, what else does Merrell have?

Chinese Kongfu.

Jackie Chan's personal version from elementary school to adulthood, also known as "My mother doesn't know how to box", was taken by Xiao Yu.

Even if Gotham people haven't seen Chinese Kung Fu in real life, they have seen a lot of Chinese Kung Fu on the Internet. The big man immediately understood that Merrell's posture is a Kung Fu posture.

Merrell's movements are more standard and capable than those martial arts practitioners seen on the Internet, and the surrounding aura has become serious. It is the legendary Chinese martial arts that can fly over walls and fight cattle across mountains!

The big man took a half step back, a little flustered.

Merrell felt a tickle in his throat just after taking this pose.

Here we go again, how many times has he coughed today?Coughing has never been so frequent before, could it be that his throat is not acclimatized to Gotham's air?

Merrell frowned, and his chest heaved violently. He pursed his lips tightly and tried to suppress the cough. At first, there was an intermittent muffled cough in his throat, and then he suppressed it so hard that he couldn't even maintain his posture.

Merrell simply bowed his waist and coughed.

The big man breathed a sigh of relief, and he looked at Merrell with contempt: "Why are you pretending? I think you really know kung fu."

At this time, the upstairs window was pushed open.

"What are you yelling about?" There was a hoarse voice from upstairs, as if it had just woken up, it sounded very sexy, and Merrell was in a trance for a while, and he figured out who the owner of this sexy voice should be. handsome male.

The kind of person Merrell wants to be in his dreams, it is shy to say, he is 17 years old, and he still has a youthful androgynous voice.

When his friend Peter was 17 years old, his voice already had what a man should have.

Wow Kurusi--

Merrell didn't notice that after the sound appeared, the people who were hiding behind the window and staring at him quickly dispersed, as if the man who made the sound was their natural enemy.

Both Merrell and the big man looked up at the window from which the sound came.

The big man even rolled his eyes bluntly, and said in a bad tone: "Why do the meddlers all appear on the same day? Today is the meddling anniversary?"

Merrell looked expectantly, and his heartbeat was also chaotic.

I saw a red date protruding from the window in the eyes of the two of them.

Um? ? ?red dates?

Merrell took a closer look. It was a red helmet. The man was resting his head on the window sill with one hand, his strong arms were bent, and his muscles were bulging one by one. His figure was quite impressive.

Merrell, ruthlessly heartbroken, is another masked one.

Can't we be more honest with each other?A group of people are not as honest as the Mafia, the most honest gangster Merrell has ever seen.

It is clear that they are doing bad things, but they never cover their faces. It is enough to think about the appearance of wanting to let everyone know that they are bad guys.

"Isn't it? It's all downstairs in my house, can I just ignore it?" Jason said lazily, "I advise you not to yell at someone who will stick an AK47 in your face."

The big man thought it was someone who was short-sighted and wanted to stand out, but when he saw the red hood, he was as cowardly as a quail, fully displaying the hierarchy of Gotham's villains. Sen apologized.

Noticing that Jason had no intention of coming down to clean him up, the big man heaved a sigh of relief but didn't dare to look at Merrell, turned around and wanted to run.

At this time, Merrell spoke quietly again like a reminder. "Give me back my wallet."

The big man froze, turned his head and glared at Merrell ferociously.

"If you want to die, don't drag me along."

"Give him back the wallet." A voice came from above again, even if there was no malicious tone, the words just uttered by the red hood were like a guillotine hanging over the big man's head.

The big man didn't dare to say more, he took out his wallet and threw it to Merrell before leaving in a hurry.

Although Merrell didn't like masked people, but the red hood helped him, and Merrell was not that unreasonable person. He put away his wallet, raised his head and nodded to the red hood.

Jason carefully observed Merrell's face, which was seven or eight points similar to Bruce's.

His first reaction was, which kid is Bruce living outside again?Dare to meddle in Gotham's business, he must have just come from outside and doesn't understand the rules of Gotham, ah, his mother asked him to come back and recognize his relatives?

In just a few seconds, Jason had already imagined the vulgar, third-rate and bloody novel plot of "Reporting to the President and His Wife Running With the Ball".

It wasn't until Merrell lowered his head again that Jason belatedly remembered the fact that Bruce said a few days ago that he had found his lost child and wanted to bring him back to Gotham.

He remembered Dick calling him in the morning and asking if he was picking up the kid from the airport, so what happened out there that caused Dick to drop the kid?

"You wait here," Jason said to Merrell, and then ducked back through the window to call Dick.

Merrell blinked for no reason, do they know each other?Forget it, he has to return the wallet to the lady quickly, otherwise the lady should be in a hurry.

Thinking of this, Merrell turned around without hesitation and walked back along the route he came from.

"Hello? Little Wing? What's the matter?" Dick's panting could be heard on the other end of the phone. Dick was walking around the street, looking for the trace of Merrell.

If Bruce knew that asking him to pick up a child could also lose the child, there would probably be a few days of Batman's stare.

"I guess..." Jason held the phone in one hand, and lifted his vest with the other to change into a black T-shirt. "You lost the baby."

Hearing what Jason said, Dick reacted immediately, his eyes lit up. "Have you seen Merrell?"

"You might not believe me, he's downstairs." Jason walked towards the window with his mobile phone in his hand. He looked down, and the child who should have been standing downstairs obediently waiting for Jason's instructions was already there. No trace.

"Really?" Dick's excited voice came from the phone.

"...Fake." Jason said hesitantly, "Actually, he was downstairs a few minutes ago, but now he's gone."

Dick was tired. He didn't know why Merrell could run so well, so he slipped from the street to the downstairs of Jason's safe house within half an hour, and disappeared a minute ago.

Should it be said that it is the seed of Bruce Wayne?The passive skill Blink is not 100% genetically successful.

While Dick was tired, he still had a little pride in his heart. Although Merrell lived in San Francisco all year round, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a foreigner, but he still has the blood of Gotham people inside. After all, only Gotham people can do it In such a dangerous situation, he ran around without chaos.

But it's still easy to find if you lock on the range of Merrell. Thinking of this, Dick asked: "By the way, Little Wing. Are you going home?"

"No." Jason replied without thinking. At the same time, he put on his shoes and ran downstairs to look for Merrell.

As far as Merrell's small body is suspected to be sick, there are too many poor people living in this alley, they can't help but do something to Merrell, a man with a wallet who looks helpless .

"Huh? Don't you want to move your cute brother? He's so much cuter than Damian, quiet and obedient, and he'll call me and Tim brother!" Dick tried to trick Jason.

Jason was silent for a moment, Dick would call a kid who can run around quiet and obedient?However, it is undeniable that Jason's heart was moved for a moment because of Dick's shameful words.

Who doesn't want a little brother who can call him brother?Damian's little idiot, not only can't call him brother, but also has an expression of pulling two or seven to eighty thousand every day, Jason feels a headache when he thinks about it.

"...not going back." Jason.

Dick didn't panic at all, he smiled and dropped the last hole card: "Damian ate the snacks you hid in the lounge all over the floor, and framed you and told Ah Fu that you did it before."

"Damn! Damian, you bastard! You tell him, he'll be in trouble right away!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the manor." Dick hung up the phone with a smile. He took two steps forward and found that Tim hadn't followed.

Dick turned to Tim and said, "Let's go, Red. It's not safe over there and Merrell might be in danger."

"Although... Big Blue..." Tim's expression was not very smart, it was an expression that rarely appeared on Tim's face, and his voice was a little vague and uncertain. "I think I saw Merrell?"

Hearing this, Dick looked in the direction Tim was looking.

I saw Merrell, who was supposed to be in an alley, being held by a lady's hand.

The woman's best friend was holding the baby for her, she held the purse in one hand, and with the other hand took Merrel's hand to wipe his oil... No.

It should be that while thanking Merrell, he kept giving Merrell a glance.

He looked as if he couldn't wait to find a taker.

Merrell is only 17 years old, he is still a child! ! !

Merrell held the woman's hand back with both hands, as if he didn't notice the woman's thoughts at all, he smiled very lovingly.

Dick, Tim: ...?

How did he walk from the alley to the main street in minutes?

The author has something to say:

Cheng Cheng: Take the stairs.