[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

Joyce didn't speak for a long time.

It's not that he doesn't know what to say, but he doesn't know how to say it.The meaning in this mysterious man's words was too heavy, he couldn't take it as a general warning, and he couldn't pretend that he was untouched by it.But the biggest problem with the matter is here-even if he knows the other party's good intentions, he can't do what he wants, because he is afraid of being hurt and gives up the truth at his fingertips.

He felt that the man should be able to understand.Therefore, when Joyce refused, the mysterious man's reaction was obviously not surprising.

"If there is not enough reason, it is impossible for me to leave." He looked directly at each other, not knowing whether their eyes met: "You know, I'm not the kind of person who will run away because of fear of getting hurt."

No matter what kind of hesitation he faces, even if his head is broken, as long as it is something Joyce wants to stick to, no one can persuade him to give up.

"...Of course you are not." It was very clear that his hasty request would never be answered.The man seemed to sigh lightly, as if he knew that the doomed fate could not be reversed, the corners of his mouth under the mask were tense.

"If you insist on being in Gotham, then remember to be careful, there are people watching you all the time."

He put his gloved hands back into his pockets, thought for a while, and couldn't help exhorting:

"I know you don't want me to reveal something to you... You only need to go to the banquet to understand those things. But, protect yourself, okay?"

"I try my best."

Joyce nodded, taking the reminder down.He wouldn't be surprised that this mysterious man would be so cautious. Although he couldn't really confirm his identity, there were vague guesses along the way.And if he really was who he thought he was, Joyce wasn't guaranteed to do better than him if they reversed their positions.

Knowing that it is impossible for me to get a more human guarantee from the other party.The man took one last look at Joyce, turned and disappeared into the shadows cast by the skyscrapers, just as elusive as he came, and even the ex-killer didn't know how he was out of his perception in such a short time .

Or, that person is still around, but this time he hid himself seriously and decided not to show his face again.

Standing there for a while, Joyce sighed silently.Withdrawing his gun, he walked back to the street harmlessly with his coffee in his hands. He looked at the hurried crowd around him, his eyes were a little dazed, and he almost collided with the oncoming pedestrians several times, but when he thought about it carefully, I don't know what I was thinking.

He seemed to be able to understand something from the vague words of the mysterious man.

What Joyce is unwilling to recall is what Zero is unwilling to recall.He himself doesn't seem to have any particular likes and dislikes, and those pasts that seem to be buried in hell are just pasts. If he would suffer any harm from this, he would probably only feel aggrieved by what happened to Zero.

but……

For some reason, Joyce suddenly vaguely remembered the task that Hawkeye had told him that was not in his memory, and Joyce tightly grasped the empty paper cup in his hand.He never ignores his sudden intuition, spread it out, if there is something in the faceless man's words that is related to this matter, then what he said does not want 'Joyce' to be hurt, not 'Zero', probably very It's easy to understand.

But, is there really such a coincidence?

Before discovering the truth in person, all guesses are just to make things difficult for oneself.Naturally, he understood this truth very well. Joyce sat on a bench by the street and analyzed himself in depth for a while, and decided not to waste brain cells to make things difficult for him.Who is it and what the hell is going on? He will understand when he goes to Bruce Wayne's charity banquet. The most important thing now is to take advantage of this time out to scout the terrain of Gotham, so as to save time to find out. Batman, who has lost his own blood, has turned his head to settle accounts with himself after finishing his enemies. It is always necessary to have more chips.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the buildings covering the sky and the sky that was still dark even in the daytime, and decided to walk around first.

Do you want to buy some Gotham specialties for those two idiots?

Touching the only two coins left in his pocket, Joyce frowned a bit sadly.But soon, he saw a large-scale bank on the corner of the street, which made people's eyes brighten, and he felt that life was suddenly full of light.

Of course, don't get me wrong, he's not going to rob a bank.After all, even an ex-assassin still has a bank account. It’s really not good. He still has several Hydra money laundering accounts that Captain America kindly provided in his hand. How long will it be if we don’t mention it now?

So with the great ideal of evacuating Hipaw's vault, Joyce decided to take a walk inside and inspect the funds in the accounts of several old clubs.Anyway, the dollar is a waste in their hands, and nothing good can be done. In order to maintain its dignity, it is better to spend it for them.

however.

While he was slowly walking towards the gate of the bank with the crowd, his figure had already appeared in someone's scope in a tall building diagonally across from a place that Joyce had never seen.The killer hiding in the dark watched him walk into his sniping range step by step, held his breath, and after confirming that the target was accurate, he was about to pull his finger on the trigger.

A sneer that was about to get what he wanted showed on the corner of his mouth.

However, just before he exerted his force, there was the sound of howling wind.A bullet flew from nowhere, and hit Barret's bracket directly and precisely.Before he could react, the metal support rod broke instantly, and the firearm it supported was tilted in an instant, and the fatal bullet that should have been shot between Joyce's eyebrows also deviated from the trajectory.It directly blew the bulb of the street lamp next to it, and the crisp crackling sound almost rang in everyone's ears.

The crowd around suddenly screamed, holding their hair and running away from the hair center.

And immediately realized that it was being sniped.Joyce raised his head suddenly, his eyes became sharp, and he locked the direction of the bullet almost instantly.

Being spotted by a sniper target is a big taboo for a sniper. At this time, the top priority for a killer is to retreat quickly to avoid being found out.However, even though he knew that Joyce had locked his position, the man didn't have anything, and didn't even pay half of his attention to what happened on the street. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the other side through the scope. On the roof of a building not far away.

As expected, there stood the man who had interrupted his assassination.He was dressed in a black combat uniform, and the goggles and mask covered three-quarters of his face. Even through the glasses and a distance of more than 700 yards, he could still feel the sharp chill in his eyes.

"Want to kill him?"

The man raised his hand and seemed to be holding down the headset.And in the next second, the killer's voice came from the killer's confidential channel with a murderous intent, so angry that it could even burn every inch of him along with the current: "I warned you, before our matter is over, You'd better stop trying to touch him."

"I have nothing to settle with you."

With just such a reply, the hacked and intruded communication was pulled down and crushed.The killer who was hiding in the dark had a gloomy face. He reached out his hand and made a few gestures to the subordinates who were waiting for orders. Then someone immediately took the order and called another group of personnel to act through the walkie-talkie.

Not long after, a group of unknown people in full suits poured into the street from all directions, and fired several shots into the sky to disperse the crowd blocking the way.Then go straight to Joyce in the middle of the road.

Naturally, he didn't know what kind of drama was going on on the roof just now, and he didn't know that he was saved by that faceless man again.Joyce looked at the black-clothed killers who suddenly surrounded him, his face was like a dog, and he couldn't believe that someone in Gotham dared to attack him forcibly in broad daylight.

Hydra in New York also knows how to choose a place with few people to set up an ambush. You are so fierce that you dare to commit crimes in the downtown area. Who gave you the courage? !

Is it testing Gotham's police. How soon can they arrive at the scene?

I feel that my identity as a gangster has been challenged like never before.Joyce snorted coldly, and was about to stretch out his right arm to show them a big baby, but he felt a gust of wind blowing behind him, and the cold light of the cold weapon's metal flashed away in the sun, and in the blink of an eye, it had already rushed into the killer's body. In the pile, kill the opponent and turn his back on his back alone.

Joyce froze for a moment.

"Are you okay?" The man who blocked the pouring bullets with his wrist guard and helped him halfway turned his head and asked him this way.And unexpectedly, it was an extremely beautiful young woman: "Don't be afraid, they won't do anything to you."

Before she finished speaking, and before Joyce could answer, she took off a bundle of golden ropes from her waist, and rushed directly to the place where the firepower was most fierce.

Joyce: "..."

Wait, was he saved by a hero?

But is there something wrong with this character setting? ? ?

Standing there with a tangled expression on his face, he didn't know whether he should turn his arms to help now.After all, that woman's combat power looks extremely terrifying. A group of killers is simply not enough for her to fight alone. She punched a child like a cabbage and took a shield...shield...fuck him so who the hell is this? ?Captain Gotham? ! !

For the first time in his life, Joyce felt the joy of eating soft food.

And after cleaning up the bunch of idiots who were rushing to make trouble in the downtown area, they all tied them up with a mantra lasso.It took Wonder Woman less than 2 minutes to solve the little furry problem, and quickly turned around to refocus on Joyce, who was still looking sluggish.

"Are you scared?"

She stretched out her hand in front of the other person worriedly and shook it: "The police will be here in 5 minutes, do you need to sit down and calm down?"

Joyce: ...Thanks, I need it.