[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

No matter how embarrassing the question of alien visitors, daily life in Wakanda must go on.

Everyone has a slightly different way of adapting to change. For example, Bruce has a deep and stressful expression when he sees everyone. Wakanda people are busy avoiding him when they see him. Only Princess Su Rui and Zu Li, an old minister who has carried many years of secrets for the late King, can bear the deep blues style.

Princess Su Rui is because she sincerely intends to help, and when she failed in her own experiment, she also wandered around with a low pressure. Regarding Bruce, the "melancholy alien who has no one to support and has no home to return to", the princess expressed that she understands very well In this mood, Jason, who took Bizarro for sightseeing every day, was the sick one in the eyes of the princess.

As for Zu Li, he has been holding back the secret for too many years. Now that Pandora's box has been opened, he can finally pour out the regrets accumulated over the years-of course, the object cannot be the Queen Mother, or anyone else. A member of the royal family, Dora's guard was also not an option. After going around, the old minister chose Bruce as his audience.

"Hey, you know what Eric loved to hear about Wakanda when he was a kid, especially the legend of Buster the Panther God, and Wakanda's sunsets, and he always promised that one day he would Eric saw what he called 'the most beautiful sunset in the world'..." Zu Li said while patting his knees, "What a good boy he was when he was young, he never let adults worry about him, he obediently took the school bus to school, Go home and do your homework, and play with other children in the neighborhood. I know it is disrespectful to the old king to say this, but we are all wrong on this matter."

"Hmm..." Bruce really couldn't figure out why he was chosen by this old man. It was related to the former king of Wakanda. Bruce couldn't pat Zu Li on the shoulder and told him: "You are right, abandoning loneliness Little boy, is this something people do!"

Fortunately, Zu Li didn't want Bruce to criticize the deceased with him, it was more like the old man who had been forced to be silent for many years was reluctant to let go of this opportunity to be heard.

"I watched Eric grow up a little bit, and played basketball with him. He said that the world liked me the most besides Dad-his Uncle James, but I failed him. When the former king ordered to return to Wakanda , I didn’t even try to fight for him, I clearly know how hard it is for children entering social welfare institutions.” Zu Li’s eyes were shining, he took a deep breath, covered his face and secretly wiped his face with his clothes. Gone to the tears, "Watching Eric and His Majesty T'Challa duel by the waterfall, watching that man full of hatred - as long as I think that I have a part in the reason that made that boy look like this, I Just... I'll just..."

"I feel like I am the most useless existence in the world, and even I can't bear to exist in the same space as myself." Bruce's sudden opening made Zu Li recover from the monologue, and it took a long while Nodding thoughtfully, he responded, "I think so, yes, that's probably how it feels."

That's why he begged Eric to kill himself.

This is what he owes to the kid who will smile and hold a basketball and call him: "Uncle James! Come play with us!"

"I have to say something offensive. For a respected elder, your behavior and age can be said to be very out of line." Bruce Na's every word was polite at first glance, but when he thought about it carefully Zu Li didn’t know what kind of expression to make because every word was so harsh, “You think you are asking for benevolence, but in fact, if you really died in that duel for the throne, what you will get is nothing more than personal relief."

"How do you talk! This is what I owe Eric, I..." Before Zuli had time to express his guilt in depth, he closed his mouth under Bruce's sharp eyes.

"You feel sorry for Eric?" Bruce frowned, as if facing the dean of the student who caused the trouble, "Then you will live to make it up to him."

"Don't make it seem like you understand my situation very well!" Zu Li puffed up his chest after a brief retreat, not intending to let Bruce, an "outsider", make irresponsible remarks, "I killed that child miserably, except for this life , what else can I pay him in return?"

Zu Li regretted it just after saying this sentence.He didn't intend to hurt the man in front of him with words, but he just hoped that he wouldn't point out Jiangshan as someone who had come before, but Bruce's eyes made Zu Li feel that he really seemed to have stepped on a toothache topic.

Bruce knows Zuli's situation all too well.Whether it is from the standpoint of a child who has lost his father, or the standpoint of an elder who is ashamed of the child.As a father, he once buried his son with his own hands. What could make him feel more guilty than this, and he couldn't look directly at his own reflection in the mirror?

"Then work hard to find a way." Bruce stood up, and Zuli felt that he would never forget the look in his eyes that seemed to be entangled with regret and pain in his life, "That's what I did."

As the hurt child, Bruce had hoped someone would do the same.The man who took his parents in Crime Alley, could have done anything - anything, even the trivial ones - to make up for his mistakes, but until handcuffed by the police and thrown in jail, Joe Gill There is absolutely no sense of guilt about killing an innocent couple and tearing apart an entire family.

Of course, there is no need to elaborate on these with Zu Li, after all, they are just passers-by who met by chance.

Leaving the Wakanda elders with their heads down in thought, Bruce ended this conversation that was hardly pleasant.

***

Eric was alone in the most remote training ground in the entire palace, set the simulator to the most intense mode, and began to severely hit the opponent simulated by the AI ​​​​in front of him.

It's the only thing that makes him completely forget about those annoying jerks out there.Eric believes that he has experienced many battles. When he served in the Navy Seals, he has experienced too many life-and-death situations. In a crisis, how to overcome biological instincts and take actions that are most beneficial to him has become his second priority. instinct.

But computers are different from real humans. The human enemies he encountered during missions were affected by various external factors, from whether the enemy had diarrhea in the morning, to whether the weather was particularly cold or hot that day... these factors will not affect the simulation The enemies that come out, they repeatedly test Eric's weaknesses according to the host's calculations with great precision. Every movement and every counterattack of Eric makes the computer more difficult to deal with after learning.

This kind of high-intensity training that can't relax for a moment allows Eric to get rid of distracting thoughts and steal a moment of leisure.

But this kind of leisure can only last until his body reaches its limit. A wrong dodge prevents Eric from having a chance to regain his posture, and he is judged to be "dead" by the computer.The simulation is over.

Eric sat on the ground panting, and when he closed his eyes, he saw many small golden light spots. Sweat slipped into his eyes and mouth, but he didn't have the strength to reach out and wipe those nasty drops of water away.

He likes the feeling of being so tired that there is nothing. Only in this way can he temporarily forget about that dilapidated apartment in Oakland, his father's corpse with leopard claw marks on his chest, and the bitterness of gritting his teeth to climb up from the bottom of society. , forgetting the hatred for his late dear uncle.

People who watched his training said he was crazy, they didn't know that only this kind of crazy method could make him find a little peace.

"Good results." Peter... no, it was Jason, he was standing in front of the console watching Eric's simulation results just now, and even called out the video file to jump back to watch, "You are quite good at playing! I thought the duel with the king at the waterfall was the result of all your efforts."

"Has Wakanda finally gone bankrupt and started to cede land? Otherwise, why are you leaving so many empty fields unused, and come here to give me shit." Eric swayed to Jason's side angrily, and elbowed him from the console Squeezed away, and began to delete the video record, "Fuck off, I don't have time to accompany you fooling around."

"Oh, okay." Jason shrugged indifferently, "I wanted to say that I couldn't justify not giving pointers when I saw something that could be made. Since you don't want it, I have no reason to buy and sell it by force."

"Advice? Hmph." Eric looked at Jason, who was an unfathomable Taoist monk in front of him. If he hadn't gotten over his anger, he really wanted to laugh three times, "Just you? I admit that you are Quite capable, but if you want to give pointers...it’s been a long time since anyone dared to give me pointers.”

From Eric's point of view, Jason took advantage of the weapon when he fought him for the first time. If he was serious, this guy who looked like he grew up surrounded by his father would have to go home crying and begging for a pat (Everyone can tell that the uncle who always put on a bad face is Jason's old man, tsk, he is not jealous that he has a father).

Jason proposed with a smile that Eric couldn't figure out: "Want to try it? Young man?"

Ten minutes later, Eric was pinned to the ground by Jason, with his hands cut behind his back, and he was immobilized by Jason's knees against his lower back.

"I finally know what Dakla was thinking at the time." Jason muttered something Eric couldn't understand, loosened the suppression of the Wakanda rebel prince, and let him slowly adjust his posture and get up from the ground, " You are also a ball of anger that is hot to the touch!"

Thinking of the days of cultivating in the big caste, as well as those warriors who had completed their mission and returned to the dust, and his mentor Dakla.If the him in Da Kela's eyes was the Eric in his eyes now, then Jason could only increase his gratitude to the old lady in his heart to a higher level.

If she hadn't taught him how to control his anger, Jason has no doubts that he would let the fire burn him from body to soul - along with the source of his hatred, and anyone who had good intentions to get close to him people together.

Just like Eric now.

"Tell me, Eric, do you hate Wakanda, the previous king, or the person sitting on that throne now." Jason sat cross-legged in front of the pale-faced Eric, his hands clenched into fists , leaning his upper body slightly forward, letting his elbows rest on his legs and knees, "What is the ideal revenge you describe? You have been planning for so many years, and you must have a perfect ending. What is that ending like?"

"How old are you and you call me a young man? Where did you learn this set of spiritual mentor stuff?" Eric deeply felt that there must be something wrong with the universe Jason came from, "Please explain clearly that you What the hell are you doing in the original world? Don't talk to me about the bat researcher."

It was the first time in his life that someone questioned his major, and Jason felt a little annoyed.

"First of all, there is no age distinction for majors. Second, my practice was taught by Dakla herself. She is the chief instructor of the hermit monks in the Himalayas. She has trained countless excellent assassins. Her thousands of years of experience Inheritance of experience is very precious. As for my occupation." Jason took a deep breath and quickly summed up his normal daytime occupation in his mind. As the person in charge of the New Gotham Project, his occupation is naturally ——"He is the biggest contractor in our city."

Well, he has several projects going on at the same time, bringing all sorts of jobs to Gotham City.

"Contractor." Eric repeated blankly, "You'd better not tell me that the red hood you wore at the beginning...is your construction helmet."

"You can say that." Jason nodded generously and admitted, "Our city is not very peaceful, and if you are not careful, someone will try to blow your head off with a crowbar. So? Are you ready to answer the question?"

"Fuck you, freak." Eric didn't want to get too involved with this weird guy.

This is a bad decision.

"Praise Daquela, her tutorials are so detailed." Jason stood up and went on to the next round of demonstrating how to use a human to clean the floor, "Yeah, it's super cool after the role swap! "

On that day, Eric experienced the most painful and soul-deep spiritual confession growth course in his life.

And when no one noticed, the confiscated red hood quietly became a sacred object enshrined on the mysterious small shrine in the prince's room.

It is said that this has a lot to do with the fact that all construction site helmets in Wakanda must use red from a certain date.

That's the legend of the Hood Master.