[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

One second Batman was still trying to control the Bat-fighter, trying to avoid a crash that seemed to have no other choice, and the next second he appeared in a strange garden, curled up in this seemingly aggrieved A place like a rockery cave.

The reason why this place is called a garden is because there are neatly separated small nurseries everywhere, in which are planted some kind of deep purple plants that Batman has never seen before. A few people dressed in strong ethnic style Men and women are squatting in the nursery tending those purple plants.

Everyone seemed to be focused and busy, and no one noticed that there was an unexpected visitor in the garden. The pitch-black bat suit made Batman blend into the shadows more perfectly.He slowed down his breathing, and checked the computer on his wrist with the gentlest movements. Sure enough, as he expected, all connections showed "disconnected". When he tried to reconnect with Wayne Technology's satellite, the display It's a red error message.

Batman continued to try the Watchtower and the Justice League's exclusive communication, and all requests received the same response-operation error.

Assuming that the satellites of Wayne Technology are all malfunctioning in an instant due to some unknown mysterious force, but including the watchtower and the communicators of all members of the alliance are all offline together, this probability basically excludes all possibilities After sex, there can only be one explanation, that is, he is no longer on the "earth" he knows.

The question is, where is he?

Where is Jason? (Will he still be in the out-of-control Batfighter... no, don't judge yet!)

"Stay back." The man's loud voice crashed into this peaceful garden. If the unquestionable tone and short command sentences only indicate that this person thinks highly of himself, then the others in the garden obediently began to pack their things. From the action of walking away quickly, it is not difficult to judge that this person's identity is quite valuable.

Once again, Batman confirmed that his hiding place was sufficiently hidden. He slowed down his breathing and began to carefully observe the visitor and the only middle-aged man left to continue working in the garden, hoping to get some information from their interaction.If the person who came here was the owner of this garden, maybe the things he planned to deal with by withdrawing from everyone would be enough to reveal how different this world is from his original one.

"So your task didn't go as expected." The middle-aged man who was squatting in the flower garden finally raised his head. To Batman's surprise, his attitude towards this "noble man" was not as he imagined That kind of respect and respect, on the contrary, brings some elders' casualness towards juniors.What made him more concerned was that the other party mentioned a "mission". Maybe this was some kind of secret service organization?

"Tell me, what happened to my uncle Enjob back then?" The man who gave orders loudly at the beginning also took off all his majestic masks in front of this man, making Batman even more convinced that there is something different between the two. A deeper relationship beyond superiors and subordinates, "My father only said that he disappeared, but today there is a man who wears the exact same ring as the one on my finger—my grandfather's ring!"

"Impossible!" The middle-aged man denied it too quickly, and Batman immediately concluded that he was hiding something, and the young man who asked the question also saw the other party's avoidance, and demanded to know the truth even more firmly.

Under the pressure of the young people, the middle-aged man finally whispered the so-called "truth": the elder brother killed the younger brother who was related by blood, abandoned the young nephew who was alone, and ignored him for 20 years , intending to bring this secret into the grave—almost successful, except for his elder brother who has returned to ashes, the only person who knows the truth is the middle-aged man in front of him, and perhaps the one who was abandoned in their mouths that child.

The young man—according to their conversation, he is the king of the country "Wakanda"—leaved the garden with a look of grief and anger, as if his belief in life had completely collapsed, leaving the middle-aged man sitting in a state of depression. At the edge of the flowerbed, it looks like it has aged ten years in an instant.

Batman is pretty sure there isn't an African country called Wakanda in his world, and there's no such thing as "vibranium."From this brief story it sounds like vibranium is inseparable from Wakanda, but Wakanda did not let vibranium circulate in the market (maybe it was produced in small quantities?), the previous king and his brother had opposite political positions, and this conflict led to The king had killed his brother and was desperate to cover it up.

What is it all about!

Batman carefully left the garden under the cover of the shadow. He has no interest in any political struggles in this country. His only goal is to find Jason and find a way to leave this strange world. After returning to Gotham, hang up (Bana's) Amazons and (Clone's) Kryptonians not allowed on the door of the house.

In order to achieve his goal, his first task is to find technological products in this world. The higher the technology, the better, preferably the ones that can directly connect to defense satellites!

It wasn't until Batman saw a group of women with shaved hair and holding spears, each of whom seemed to have the muscle mass comparable to the female heroes of the Justice League's fighting school, that he realized that this mission was unprecedented. The hardships of life - skin color and clothing can be disguised, but only gender is a major obstacle that he cannot fool past no matter how hard he tries.

...if only Tim were here.

***

Jason was lying in an abandoned small plane that was not comfortable at all. The seat under his buttocks was simply a metal plate wrapped in rags. The cramped space made him fit there in a posture that would cause serious damage to his spine. , the sunlight outside almost blinds the eyes, the metal fuselage above the head is rapidly absorbing the heat of the sun, eagerly turning the cabin into a perfect oven.

It's not that he didn't want to move and change into a comfortable position, but the violent action movie that was being staged outside made him dispel this idea.

First, a group of four people rushed into the abandoned airport in a van. Two white men, one of whom lacked his left arm, and two black men, one of whom was the only woman among the four.Their goal is the only shiny little plane here that is maintained.From the moment this group of people appeared on the stage, to their attire, walking posture, and facial expressions, there is no place that does not scream "We are running." If there is someone in this group that Jason particularly cares about, it is At the end of the line, the black guy with dreadlocks looked relaxed enough for someone who was running.

Although the distance between the group of four and the small broken plane Jason was in was a bit far away, Jason still heard a few words when there was no other noise interference and they didn't deliberately lower the volume.

"When I get back to Johannesburg, I'll keep a low profile for a while. Don't worry, I'll definitely pay you." The one-armed white man looked like he had just been beaten up, with spots all over his face and body. Bloodstains, but from what he said, One Arm should have made a valuable business, and the other three were his hired hands.

Another white man and the only woman started to put their luggage on the plane, and the dreadlocked guy, who Jason didn't care about, spoke to the one-armed man: "I believe you can afford it, man, drop us off on the way back Just go to Wakanda."

Jason frowned, what is Wakanda?If they're going back to Johannesburg, it's in South Africa, but there's Wakanda in Africa?He couldn't remember, maybe a small city?

"Trust me, you don't want to go there, boy." The one-armed man continued to throw his backpack into the cabin without looking up, and everything sounded like ordinary small talk until the dreadlocks pulled out his pistol .

"Oh, I really want to go." With two bang bang gunshots, another white man standing in front of him collapsed quickly and accurately.Then there was a failed hostage battle with the one-armed man, which lasted no more than one minute. The one-armed man took the woman as a hostage, and finally ended with the hostage being shot dead.

Jason watched the one-armed man stumbling towards him, found a small plane that was about to fall apart as cover, and planned to play a protracted war with the dreadlocked boy.

"I wouldn't choose that place, buddy." Jason muttered in a low voice, and sure enough, just as he finished saying this, the dreadlocked brother quickly poked half of his body out from behind his cover, and fired two more bang bang shots. Let the one-armed man fall to the ground screaming.The first step of the braided boy was to kick the pistol that the one-armed man fell on the ground, and his fingers never left the trigger of his pistol from the beginning to the end.

——This little brother is an expert.

The little brother's back blocked Jason's line of sight, and he couldn't see the expressions of the two, but they continued to talk about "Wakanda". Apparently, the one-armed man had been there and had a lot of food there. And whatever place Wakanda is, it must be very xenophobic, because the one-armed man repeatedly emphasizes the concept of "outsiders".

But the one-armed man who had been struggling to speak suddenly fell silent, and from Jason's perspective, he could only see the braided boy raising his left hand.

Maybe he's showing something?A token?Proof that he can sneak into this "Wakanda"?

The one-armed man's next words convinced Jason that his deduction was probably true: "Oh, I actually thought you were just a crazy American."

boom!

The last laugh of the one-armed man came to an abrupt end.

Jason continued to look at the back of the dreadlocked brother. He had already picked up his weapon with his right hand, and his index finger rested lightly on the trigger, ready to fire at any time.He knew that the braided brother had discovered the existence of himself as a witness. After all, his figure was reflected on the windshield of the plane next to him, but his posture was not elegant.

Jason decided to give the braided brother another ten seconds.

The other party didn't make any moves—he was able to hold his breath!

"I know that whoever moves first loses in this situation, but please understand that my position is not very comfortable." Jason said, and jumped out of the cabin before he had time to stand still. Before he stepped forward, the bullet from the dirty braided brother was facing him.

It was just a little bit short, and the bullet was about to penetrate his flesh.The timing and angle were all well chosen. If that spot was hit, it would be painful but not fatal immediately. At least the opponent would have enough time for interrogation to ensure that Jason had no other "accomplices" nearby.

Yes, this guy is very professional!

Jason is not someone who just waits to eat bullets and not fight back. Compared with the weapons of the braided boy, the toys he can take out are much more interesting.

"Where did you come from?" The braided boy looked at the red hood on Jason's head with a complicated expression, "I heard that Stark's gang has disbanded, you are a newcomer ?”

"I don't know what nonsense you're talking about." Jason really didn't know what Stark and his celestial group meant, but the dreadlocked guy obviously didn't think so, his expression seemed to confirm that Jason was in Playing stupid, so he decided to take advantage of the stupidity that was forced on his head, "What the hell is Wakanda?"

The dreadlocked guy looked even more sure that Jason was playing with himself, because he snorted and rolled his eyes: "Really? You think this is a good time to play the ignorant passer-by? Oh, come on, Who sent you? The CIA? The Avengers? S.H.I.E.L.D.? Or Hydra? Pick one!"

Jason didn't answer. On the one hand, it's because the dreadlocked guy is the type who talks too much. When he was empty, he used his fists and legs in front of him, and every time he attacked, he was counting on Jason to create a gap in order to resist.Anyone who fights him, as long as he distracts his instincts before reason, is ready to be punched to death by the dreadlocks-not a metaphor, this guy is really strong.

But Jason himself has a secret weapon.

For example, the squeaky little bat that is hanging on the dreadlocks of the dreadlocks - the name is "J-Bat (J-Bat)", no idea, Dick's is a D-bat, Tim's is a T Bat, Damian's is the little D bat.

Jason swears with all his heart that it was an accident.

The J-bat was brought by B, and it was supposed to distract him and increase the weight of going home with his father. Jason did put the little J-bat in a small pocket close to his body and cover it until he After the Bat fighter accident appeared here inexplicably, the J-bat has been very obedient and has not come out to run around.

Until Jason's dodge was too big, and he threw the little thing out of his pocket and hung it directly on the dreadlocks' braids.

Dirty braids are tied tightly and densely. The more the bat’s claws struggle to get rid of it, the younger brother’s dreadlocks are pushed from the back to the front. There are always those few The braid hung in front of his forehead, just enough to slap J-bat's struggles on his face.

It would take a few seconds for anyone to shake the "obstacle" away from their eyes, and the time from the injection to the effect of the Batman's high-efficiency sedative is enough.

The knife and anything that could be used as a weapon were found on the little brother's body, and he was firmly tied up. Then Jason went to the plane that the one-armed man originally planned to use to run, and dug out the plane from the inside. took a laptop.

"Let me think about it...Wakanda, Stark, Avengers, Hydra, Aegis..."

After entering a few keywords, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar world map and various news, Jason closed the computer vigorously, and cursed fiercely: "Damn it!"

Can't he crash the plane normally?

Is this too much to ask?