[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

The second day of school was embarrassing.Really, super-do-embarrassing!

Sam was clearly avoiding Jason.The enthusiasm of the students for the new students just rightly gave him enough excuses: "Sorry, Suzie just came to find me a group.", "I just promised Ryan and his friends to eat together." Lunch, next time?"

God knows Jason just wanted to ask Sam if he knew that what they were going to deal with might not be a werewolf but a hellhound!

It was not easy to get to school, and Sam ran away without a trace.Another thing that I don't know if it should be considered good or bad is Dick who is lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone at home, and has no plans to go back to Bruhaven at all.

"What are you doing?" Jason went into the kitchen to grab a few biscuits and gnawed on them, turning a blind eye to Dick's hand protruding from the back of the sofa, "Get it yourself, you have good hands and feet and are not disabled."

"Don't be such a little wing, because I just helped you find the Cerberus yesterday?" Dick looked away from the phone, and blinked at Jason, "Please~?"

Jason, who was entrusted, patted the biscuit in his hand into Dick's palm like an electric shock, and took two steps back involuntarily.

"What's the matter with you? First you helped me find the Cerberus, and then this...Excuse me, do we know each other well?"

"You're welcome about the Cerberus matter. As for whether we are familiar with each other, we have quarreled, helped each other (Jason: Just say I don't need a rescue!), shared snacks... I think we should be able to fight at the first level of friends." Passed." Dick shook the biscuit in his hand, gnawed it down with an intoxicated expression on his face, "Hallelujah, praise Alfred!"

Jason stared at Dick silently for a while, then turned and went into the kitchen to take out a storage jar full of biscuits.

"Do you want more?" He raised the jar and shook it at Dick, in exchange for the person on the sofa to decisively put down the phone, let out a small animal-like scream of surprise and stretched out his hands.

"Yes, yes!" Dick's eyes never left the biscuit jar since it appeared, "I haven't eaten Ah Fu's handmade biscuits for a long time! Even when I was still living here, Ah Fu never let me eat too much, Hurry up, give me some more before Ah Fu comes in!"

"Well, if you insist." Jason grabbed a variety of different flavored cookies from the jar and put them in Dick's hands.

Dick happily munched on the biscuit, wiping the crumbs off his mouth with his fingers from time to time, never giving up the chance to taste the biscuit.

"Mmm, although the taste is different, I guess you, Little Wing, are not a sweet tooth?" Dick swallowed the last piece of biscuit, not even letting go of the crumbs, with a little regret in the satisfaction on his face.

Jason nodded as an answer, and Dick clapped his hands happily and sat down on the sofa: "Ha! I knew it! Ah Fu always adjusts the proportion according to the taste of the biscuit eater. Once we have to help KF Birthday party, ah, he is my friend in Titan, anyway, Ah Fu prepared biscuits for each of us. At the beginning, I didn’t know why Ah Fu distributed a lot of boxes besides a big pot of biscuits. It’s no problem for us to start with the biggest can of composite biscuits, but when everyone is HIGH, there are not enough snacks, so some people come out with biscuits with their own names on them Share it with everyone—"

Dick took a deep breath and held it in.Then, like in a horror movie, the protagonist finally opens the last room of the haunted house, slowly revealing the final answer:

"Everyone's biscuits have different tastes. 100% tailor-made baking, Ah Fu is a god. At that moment, I no longer doubted this fact. I joined the Ah Fu religion unswervingly, and you... …Lost lamb, it’s not too late to join the Alfred religion.”

"That's it!" Jason made a surprised expression in cooperation, "So you are satisfied with the biscuits?"

Dick responded with thumbs of both hands.

"Then, dear faithful, your cardinal has decided to forgive you for yesterday's impiety."

Jason held the cookie jar and strode back to the room with a triumphant smile.Leaving Dick behind my back yelling "Wait, you baked this? You can't burn the kitchen? Can I order it long term! Little Wings I can teach you a cool flip, girl loves that! Myself The actual test guarantees that it is sincere and not deceitful!"

After closing the door, Jason couldn't hold back his smile anymore, leaning against the door and laughing loudly.

That's the golden boy he's desperately trying to outdo all year, Dick Grayson.

"Stupid." Jason let out a long breath, not knowing who he was talking about.But when he reopened the door, it wasn't surprising to see Dick standing expectantly in his doorway, hands clenched into fists in the air, about to knock.

"I don't only know how to bake cookies." Jason held up the circle notebook expressionlessly, and quickly flipped through the different handwritten recipes and important notes on each page in front of Dick, "How do you ask for a price?"

"Shall I help you with this Cerberus case?" Dick cautiously threw out the temptation.

"Why, you want to run after getting on my boat?" Jason slapped the notebook on the palm of his hand, "Do it all over again."

"I'll give you all the back doors I left in Gotham's police system." Squinting his eyes, Dick added another bargaining chip, "I'll give you a basic permission for the Titan's database. The nature of Gotham is different, you can refer to it first and gain experience.”

"Aha." Jason pursed his lips, turned the note to the page of English shortbread, and handed it to Dick with a pen in his hand, "The recipient and the delivery address. I send you a box every month .”

"Is a week good?" Dick bargained as he wrote, "Or you'll send me a suitcase a month, and that's fine."

"I'm not your cook." Jason grabbed back his notebook and pen rudely, "A biscuit in a suitcase, do you want to be the first vigilante to get diabetes?"

"I'm the only vigilante in Bruhaven now, and I burn a lot of calories!" Dick continued in a natural tone, "And of course you are not my cook, you are my unlovable Brother."

"Who is your brother! And what the hell is it not cute? Is there such a brother?" Jason put away his circle notes, copied all kinds of information about Cerberus he printed last night, and threw them into Dick's arms. "Come here and help me!"

"The cookies just now..." Dick craned his neck to find the cookie jar Jason had just brought into the room.

"Eat! Eat! Eat as much as you can!" Jason slammed the jar on the document Dick was holding like a civil servant trying to rubber stamp, "Why aren't you fat?"

Dick's answer was to grin into the cookie jar like a jerk trying to molest an innocent child.

The rest of the time is spent in the sound of the paper being flipped through, as well as the scratching of the highlighter marking the key points on the paper, and someone's chewing.

Alfred had brought them tea once recently, and he was apparently so pleased with "the young gentlemen in the same room together" that he was happy to ignore the tin of biscuits, which definitely exceeded their daily intake of sweets.

"Hey, look at this 'Cerberus is usually seen as a harbinger of death, in the form of a black dog, only seen by the dying.' Doesn't it sound like it's unlucky to meet a black cat when you go out? Dick held up a picture of a large, abnormal black dog, "So are we really looking for a 'black dog' that is 'calf-shaped', or does it usually pretend to be a normal dog?" What does it look like as a puppy? Maybe someone’s Chihuahua.”

"And if we really find the dog from hell, how will we do it?" Jason flicked through the reading materials on his side, "The Animal Control Bureau will definitely not be able to solve it. According to Japanese legends, there is a way to deal with mountain dogs." method, it is said that we are afraid of fire, so should we bring spray guns?"

"I really don't know. I asked Xiao Zha yesterday, but she said that this is partly Constantine's specialty. All she can tell me is so much information here. As for Constantine... the recent news about him The legend is that this guy tricked some powerful witch again, and now we don't know where to hide from the limelight, so we can only rely on ourselves."

Dick rummaged through the things in his hands, feeling unspeakably irritated. Superhumans and their abilities that overturn the laws of science are enough, and evil superhumans are even more like nightmares.What about these supernatural beings?It's a hundred times worse than evil superhumans. After all, it's individuals who use evil abilities to rob banks. It's not even clear whether these things are square or round.

Who knows, maybe demons have wings and angels have horns?

"After all, how on earth do we know the truth of these descriptions? Everyone who saw the Cerberus died. The only thing we can be sure of is that some people said the word 'black dog' before they died." Jason was equally frustrated Throwing the pen and paper aside, "I'd rather play riddles with the Riddler, at least I know who to beat when I'm bored."

Dick was about to lighten up with a couple of stupid things about his fight with the Riddler when Jason froze in place as if he'd been hit by something.

"What's the matter, Little Wing?" Dick snapped two fingers in front of Jason, trying to get Jason's attention, "What did you think? Please don't scare me! If you want to tell me that there is a black dog behind me It's not funny."

"Don't be stupid, DICKWING, I'm thinking about something very important." Jason pulled over the biographical materials of the four deceased and spread them on the floor one by one, "We know that hell dogs were sent by hell to kill people, and the people who were killed There was a deal with the devil ten years ago, at least that's what your friend 'Xiao Zha' gave me. So let's assume it's a suit deal, ten years of life for one... whatever it is. For example, there are prostitutes in this medicine head, and everyone knows what they do, but he has never been caught in ten years, no matter how hard the police beat them. "

"So let's say their deal is 'I don't want to deal with the police in my life' which explains why they haven't been caught since ten years ago. And the deal of the stingy housewife should be 'I want my dead husband to stay. All the real estate under her husband and ex-wife’s children suddenly died of a heart attack while at work. The deceased in the warehouse area had suffered from blood cancer, but miraculously found a bone marrow donor at the last moment. "Dick hypothesized along Jason's train of thought.

"That is to say, there is basically no limit to what you can ask for, only your current vision and desire limit yourself. These people are small people, and what they ask for is what is in front of them-don't be harassed by the police, real estate, Life." As Jason said, he took out his mobile phone and found the economic version of the news show for Dick, "What if the person making the deal is someone with a background?"

"Ten Years of Counterattack - Powell Pharmaceuticals' Public Acquisition of Wayne Biotech"

"You mean, someone made a deal with the devil to target Wayne Enterprises? No way... This is just a commercial merger and acquisition. I don't know if it will be successful. Besides, the expansion of Wayne Enterprises' business scale itself also depends on the merger and acquisition of small companies. " Dick laughed, and didn't take Jason's assumption seriously, "Little Wing, you have to relax a bit, don't link every event related to ten years with supernatural contracts."

"But do you know who the boss of this pharmaceutical company is?" Jason slid down the news report. The boss of Powell Pharmaceuticals wore a suit and smiled brightly at the camera. As the operator of a company with a market value of tens of billions, this Mr. Powell is obviously young and shocking.

"Henry Powell, 43 years old, founded Powell Pharmaceuticals in Belgium ten years ago...So, when he was 33 years old, he founded a pharmaceutical company, and the market value of the company reached tens of billions in ten years? How does this make those century-old pharmaceutical companies face? "Dick read Powell's life journey, it was an inspirational story of a serf who stood up and sang.

It would be better if the evil slave masters in it weren't Wayne Enterprises.

Apparently, ten years ago, Mr. Powell was a researcher at a small pharmaceutical company in Europe. Wayne Enterprises acquired Powell's original company when expanding the European market.The company changed managers, and of course there were personnel changes, including Henry Powell.After all, he has been in the original company for nearly ten years, and the work results he produced are not comparable to most of the employees who are more senior than him in all aspects.

Mr. Powell was very unhappy. He rejected the severance package offered by Wayne Enterprises and the proposal to assist in reemployment. He harassed his former colleagues for half a year and sent clippings related to Wayne Pharmaceuticals splashed with red paint to the company. , or spraying insults on the walls of Wayne Pharmaceuticals in the middle of the night.His various bizarre behaviors aroused a lot of discussion in the local news, and finally he took the legal route to bring the half-year-long farce to an end.

In the mouth of "successful Powell", all this has become a "foolish thing done by young impulsiveness in the past".

"Bruce also said at the beginning that maybe Wayne Enterprises really shouldn't have fired Powell just because of the poor performance shown in the data." Jason took the phone back from Dick, lowered his head sullenly , "He always said that giving someone a chance will surprise you. He thinks Powell is an example. If Wayne Enterprises gave him a chance at that time, his talent would be used by the company instead of the current situation. Look. Powell Pharmaceuticals is basically the Apple of their industry, and Henry Powell is their Jobs."

"If this is the case, we have to inform Bruce. This person obviously did not use the normal way to get his status and wealth today, and if he borrowed the magic power of the devil to retaliate against Wayne Enterprises for firing him. Then we At least let Bruce know what he's facing! Then we'll go find this Henry Powell, and don't let him be eaten by vicious dogs." Dick was about to get up and go to the Batcave to send an encrypted message to Bruce, but Jason grabbed him The movement under the clothes stopped.

"Or we can wait for him to be eaten?" Jason said hesitantly, observing Dick's expression, "Look, he made a deal with the devil for revenge! This guy is not a good thing, he will be eaten It’s also self-inflicted, and Powell Pharmaceuticals is basically supported by his devil aura, he was eaten, and the troubles of Wayne Enterprises were gone, killing two birds with one stone.”

Heroes protect innocent people from the hands of bad guys.And these people who do the devil's business are not innocent at all, so it doesn't matter if they don't interfere, right?

Then why was Dick looking at him that way?