[Comprehensive British and American] Capernaum

The death knell was stunned, he didn't think it was because the girl was too kind and soft.What are you kidding?With the feeling of being killed from the bloody wind and the sea of ​​corpses, would such a person soften his heart?

But in any case, it is a good thing that the other party let him go.Deathstroke is a person who knows how to weigh the pros and cons. He will never give up his interests and life for the sake of the so-called "face".

What's more, he came to kill Ronika Wayne this time for the purpose of...

Deathstroke once again refused to let go of a certain trump card that was secretly taken out, and watched the girl holding a lightsaber in the forest vigilantly, as if facing a monster that could only devour people, until the figure disappeared in the dense forest. In front of the branches and leaves, his nerves have not been relaxed.

Deathstroke left the land of right and wrong as quickly as possible, and didn't bother to talk to Jones's side.He stayed on the roof of an abandoned building, blood was still bleeding between his ribs, slowly flowing out from the fingertips of the glove.

He originally thought that the lightsaber would burn the wound, but in fact this kind of light is not the existence of Superman's heat vision, but more like some kind of energy body that can suddenly condense and disappear.

"Ding Dong——" a strangely shaped gun was thrown at the foot of the death knell.

"You look so embarrassed that you didn't even last a round." The person who threw the gun taunted unceremoniously.

The death knell didn't pay attention to the other party, and directly reached for the gun, opened the protective cover of the muzzle, and pulled the trigger on the wound between his ribs - some kind of light blue liquid was injected into the wound, and the bleeding quickly stopped , and accelerate the repair of cells in the body.

"I didn't expect her skill..." to be so good.Ronika Wayne's level of swordsmanship is at its peak, but she still can't fully control her body muscles, so she needs to use a superpower similar to mind power to assist in fighting from a distance.

It was as if she was not used to this body.

Deathstroke suddenly understood something, and looked at the person who gave him the treatment gun: "What do you know? That's why you asked me to come to Gotham to take on this mission. Are you using me to test Ronika Wayne?"

"Before you came to Gotham, we reminded you: don't, don't underestimate the enemy." The man approached the death knell, knelt down and whispered in his ear: "Also, guess why Miss Wayne Let you go?"

Deathstroke looked at each other coldly.

The man laughed softly, took out a tablet and threw it to the former, the latter caught it with one hand, and opened the screen: seven or eight pictures were all in the small forest just now, from different angles and different places, obviously pre-installed Micro monitors, and even images from high-precision satellites.

"you--"

"Shh, this is the replay of what she was talking to you just now." A slender finger lightly tapped a picture, where the death knell was pressed to the ground by the black-haired girl's invisible hand.

Immediately afterwards, the fingers painted with bright red nail polish moved to another shot: a pair of young men who ran out of the villa to fight in the wild, looked drunk, kissed, and walked in the direction of Deathstroke Ronika go.

"If the little girl from the Wayne family insisted on killing you just now, what would you do?" The man looked at the death knell meaningfully: "Once you use that thing, a radius of more than ten meters will be razed to the ground. Guess, Xiao Wei Did Enzhi know you have this thing?"

Deathstroke paid no heed, nor even raised his head.

"Miss Wayne is not afraid of that thing, she can stop your darts and knives, and escape from this killing situation. But I guess, she probably thinks it doesn't matter if you die, but these children will do it for you buried."

"Don't feel depressed, this time the temptation was successful." The other party smiled happily and enchantingly, "We know the type of ability of the little girl, and we also know two extremely important pieces of information—"

"First, little Wayne may have the ability to sense range attacks, and even sense the enemy's next attack; second, this little girl doesn't want to hurt innocent people, and she has scruples about civilians, so that will become her weakness. "

The death knell suddenly squeaked out of the silence, and said disdainfully: "Her breath is no different from mercenaries and murderers who have killed hundreds of thousands of people. After killing so many people, do they still care about the lives of ordinary people?"

The man shrugged, and put a few strands of hair behind his ears, it didn't matter: "Then we'll just wait and see. By the way, you should leave Gotham as soon as possible and find a place to recuperate. Maybe you still have a chance to take revenge. So as not to disturb the short-guard bat. When you move a Gotham man, you move his face."

Ronika put away the lightsaber, put the silver love heart back on, put it back around her neck, and evacuated from behind the tree trunk in the dark. On the way, she also met a few young people who were making out.

Ah, love is beautiful, Ronika thought impassively.

When she was about to kill that person just now, Goliath's eye became hot. This eye has always been able to give early warning, so she used her ability without hesitation. She saw that the place would be razed to the ground in a few minutes, but she was safe and sound. But several children who were inadvertently involved in it all died.

Anyway, Helen was fine, and the hired killer knew who it was.There is no need to hurt the lives of innocent people for a trivial matter, for an insignificant killer, and it will only increase the killing karma.

So, Ronika let the mercenary go.

She rushed to the villa as fast as she could, opened the utility room, and saw Helen unconscious in a pile of garbage, she couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and carried her stinky good friend out.

I have to find someone to take care of her, but I can't inform Helen's family. Firstly, Helen's parents are busy with work and have no time to take care of their daughter. They may not be in Gotham. Second, this Helen's family is a very traditional family. , must overturn the sky.

Ronika is a bit big-headed. She would rather single out a hundred killers than get involved in this kind of parental controversy.After all, killing the enemy with a lightsaber is enough, but persuading her family with her mouth is her weakness!

If only she had the mouth in Asian cartoons too.

Forget it, if it does not exist, it is impossible to do it in this life.The little girl Ronika opened her and Helen's mobile phones in frustration, and searched back and forth three times in it, trying to find someone who is not easily frightened, has a strict mouth, has nothing to do with this matter, is willing to keep a secret and is reliable. people, and then discover to their dismay that they don't.

After thinking again and again, she finally dialed the number of a certain classmate reluctantly.

"Ronika? It's so late, is there anything urgent for you?" The other party's tone was surprised, but the voice was quite clear, and it seemed that he was also a night owl.

"Tim." Ronika kicked the small stone with her toe irritably: "I want to trouble you with something, can you sneak out?"

"Uh... yes, but you have to tell me what happened first? You're in trouble, are you safe now?" Tim asked with concern.

Although I don't know if Tim is out of sincerity or out of politeness, these few simple greetings and caring still make Ronika feel a little warm in her heart, and her voice is softer: "Well, Helen and I went out to drink, but she It seems that I can't go back when I'm drunk, I want to find someone to take care of her all night."

"Aren't you going to take her home?"

"If her parents know, she will die."

"Oh, I see." Tim's voice was calm and powerful, giving off a very reliable feeling, "Then where are you? Send me your location, and I'll drive to pick you up."

"Thank you, Tim." Ronika said heartily, but couldn't help adding: "Are you old enough to drive?"

"...Do you still want me to pick you up secretly?"

"Okay, Tim." No problem, Tim, I'm fine with anything, Tim!

Ronika sat with Helen at the intersection, and her bicycle was parked on the side. The night was a little cool, and she put the coat on her body over the unconscious red-haired girl.

I was in a hurry when I came here, and I didn’t take off the monitors and trackers on her body, but when she met the killer, she still remembered to cover the recording port with the force, so during this period of time, the surveillance people can only see her moving trajectories, but cannot hear the conversation.

But there is no doubt that Bruce Wayne will still be suspicious.This is why Ronika chose to call Tim out. On the one hand, she was worried that it would be unsafe to send Helen home, and on the other hand, she wanted to reduce Wayne's suspicion.

Regardless, Bruce Wayne was her titular father, the man who provided for her for 14 years.

After all the things here are done, she will take the time to solve the mystery of Bruce, and also figure out why the other party is spying on her.Escaping has no effect, and the Wayne family's affairs must be dealt with.

A low-key black car parked on the side of the road, opened the door, and Tim stepped out of it, holding two thick and comfortable coats in his hands.

"Get in the car quickly, I don't want to be pulled over by the Gotham traffic police." Tim winked at the girl, then passed the jacket to the two of them.

Ronika put Helen in the back seat of the car, and just put on the coat Tim gave her, when she saw a hand holding a hot drink in front of her: "Hot cocoa, with milk, I wanted to give it to her." You drink tea to hangover, but now it smells like you don't smell like alcohol."

The girl thanked her with a smile, opened the lid and took a sip, the mellow and sweet drink flowed down the esophagus into her stomach, warm and comfortable.

"So, where are you going?"

"When we escaped to play in the past, we would spend the night in a hotel outside. We have fake IDs. Since we can't go back for the time being, we will be sent to the hotel first." Ronika hesitated for a moment, then asked: " Can you go with us?"

Tim nodded: "It's not safe for two girls to be alone in the hotel, don't worry, I leave before six o'clock and go back to Wayne Mansion, Afu usually gets up at seven o'clock, as for Bruce... there is no company meeting tomorrow, he won't sleep It’s impossible to get up until ten o’clock.”

Ronika laughed immediately: "Does he always stay in bed?"

"You can't imagine, in terms of sleeping late, Bruce is no different from a six-year-old child. Unless there is something urgent to deal with, A Fu stands by the bed and calls him for half an hour before he can wake him up."

Tim started the engine and took the girls to a safer area of ​​Gotham. There was a hotel that happened to be owned by Wayne. Although such a high-end hotel couldn't use fake identities to prove it, Bruce had a private room on the top floor. Just swipe his membership card.

You asked Bruce if he knew about Tim coming out to pick people up?

Nonsense, of course he knew it all too well, because at that time Batman was patrolling Gotham with Robin.

"Find out what she's doing outside." Batman said, and then threw a card to Robin, "Take them here to rest for the night, you don't have to patrol tonight, and come back after dawn."

Robin understood Batman's subtext: keep the two girls safe while scouting for information.

"I see." Robin took the card and nodded seriously.