The bartender made a cup of Long Island iced tea and handed it to him, calling him useless Old Sam, and Brandt pretended to be casual and paced over, calmly ordering a glass of ice water in the bartender's white eyes.So why did you become a useless old Sam?
Brandt pretended not to know Sam and asked in a controlled voice, didn't they know about Sam's past exploits and his vast intelligence network?
Sam took a sip of Long Island Iced Tea, squinting his eyes leisurely, I am enjoying a leisurely retirement life, why do I have to fight so hard after retiring?
So now I'm just a normal DJ.Did you start your retirement before fifty?
Brandt glanced at him, when are you going to get this?
Sam was interested, poured half of the cocktail in one gulp, exchanged a few words with the DJ colleague, and then took over the other party's work, and was very engaged in the performance.To be honest, the effect is very indescribable.Brandt was clearly not alone, and soon Sam was thrown off the stage amid a chorus of boos.He asked very unconsciously: How is it?
Brant looked around at the thugs, bartenders and waiters who were staring at them, and finally understood where Sam's nickname came from.I'm curious, how did you manage to have this level of DJ and still not get fired?
That's probably because Sam Lee winked at him mysteriously, and I was cheaper.Brandt has nothing to say, and he decides to sidestep the topic and talk to Sam about the purpose of the trip.He pondered for a moment, and was about to speak, when he heard a sudden commotion at the gate.When he looked over, he saw that the thugs were thrown to the ground, a large number of wine bottles and tables were overturned and shattered, and red, red, blue and blue wine were scattered all over the ground.Screams rang out from the crowd, followed by the muffled sound of guns after the clashing of knives.The original DJ didn't know when he ran off the stage, Sam naturally took his job, and in a series of deafening and deafening DJs, the crowd gradually quieted down and retreated to both sides, revealing a man in a jacket and a red hood at the entrance.The hood looked very funny, covering the entire head of the visitor, and only digging two holes of different sizes in the front of it, revealing two eyes with sunglasses very, very, very familiar.Brant looked at the manager of the bar and ran downstairs out of breath as he watched expressionlessly, and asked him: Who the hell are you!
Don't you know who the owner of this bar is!
Looking at the hooded boy with an expressionless face, he said coldly: You can call me Red Hood.Hell red hood!
Hell Jason!
Sure enough, this kind of disobedient big trouble should be thrown away.※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Xiaobu: Don't bully Jason!
He's only a 200-pound kid!
Brother Bucket: ==180 pounds, thank you Xiaobu: Huh?
It must be that this hood is too fat (._。
)Chapter 11 The manager of the eleventh psychiatric bar ran downstairs out of breath, looked at the mess all over the floor, and asked: Who the hell are you!
Don't you know who the owner of this bar is!
You can call me Red Hood.Jason said: As for your boss, I don't know, but I don't mind meeting that scum and talking to him about drugs.The manager's cold sweat rolled down: what drugs, we are legal bars, no drugs!
A plate of pills and a couple of vials were thrown at the manager's feet, and Jason jumped on the table and looked at him condescendingly: Do you need me to help you remember this?
Or should I call you him recalling the name of the duck-voiced boy last night: Tom?
Manager: My name is Tom.There's always someone who's going to call Tom.Jason didn't care much and said, "Drugs are actually none of my business, but you take drugs to school and sell them to children."
He narrowed his eyes dangerously you crossed the line I don t mind teaching you what are the rules Brandt looked at the tense scene not far away and understood.Bringing drugs to school and selling them to children is so familiar that a little memory can remind you of the group of students in the supermarket last night.So when did Jason, who had been sleeping all night like him, start investigating and finding out who was behind it?
Brant was puzzled, and while he was thinking, the situation at the bar was brought under control.The injured thug was dragged down, the bartender and waiter hid behind the bar, and the lobby manager with a rich face trembled to report the situation to the big boss under Jason's supervision, and Jason's guy stuck the pistol he got out of nowhere into his waist, raised his foot and hooked the chair, and sat down so loudly.The bar was empty all at once.In the chaos, the customers ran out, but Brant didn't move, still sitting at the bar and drinking ice water.With no audience, Sam stopped DJing and sat back at the bar.Is that guy here to be funny?
Sam lit a cigarette in his mouth and raised his chin to light Jason.Brandt was silent.Sam is still complaining: normal people, who would wear such a hood in a bar?
Brant's lips moved, and he stopped talking.He couldn't say, let alone have the face, that Jason's hood still had his part.He looked at Jason quietly and kept his mouth shut.The bar was already empty at this time, and the people who stayed behind were particularly conspicuous, and he coincidentally met Jason's eyes when he saw it.Jason sat up straight in a little panic, and subconsciously looked away, Brant glared at the guy who didn't follow the doctor's instructions, and didn't choose to recognize the other party.After all, he chose to wear a hood and gave himself such a nondescript nickname, that is, he didn't want to be known his true identity.If he hastily leaned over and spoke, it was likely to backfire.So it's hard to sew such an ugly thing, just to be a masked hero and get justice?
Although this is tall and big, it's really still a kid who has read a lot of comics, right?
Brandt said he may be old and therefore doesn't know much about the minds of contemporary teenagers.Sam lit a cigarette next to him and spat out the smoke ring unhurriedly: young and vigorous, it doesn't matter, Chris will teach him to be a man.Chris?
The owner of the bar?
Brant was keenly aware of something, so it was indeed unclean.Listening to Sam's fearless tone, he could basically guess, and the power of this boss is not small.Sam gave him a blank look and said, "I've already washed my hands, what's the matter, you still want to get information from me?"
Brant mentioned the purpose of his trip: just casually asked, I came to you this time, in fact, I wanted you to help me delete a surveillance video.Sam looked at him as if he was looking at some unfilial junior whose craft had regressed: Have you degraded to the point where you can't even handle surveillance?
It's a supermarket chain, and their monitoring is uploaded and backed up in real time in the network background, so I have to work hard.Brant explained: But you're good at this, you've been raised for a year, and you haven't come back to work.Sam was noncommittal.The reason why he cowered in this lounge was not because he was tired as he claimed to be to the outside world, nor was he hurt as others speculated, but because there was an old guy who had a lifelong friendship with him, and when he was an informant for the police, he was tortured and killed!
His enemy went to the dark, he had some influence in Miami, and the police were in trouble across the state, so he took the initiative to cooperate with the police and took the lead in going undercover.The details of this are not clear to Brandt, but with his understanding, Sam will be a hell DJ in a bar, he must be checking things and making information, and then contacting what Jason said before, Brandt guessed: Say it's pension, you won't be checking drugs, right?
Sam took a hard puff on his cigarette, pressed the cigarette butt out again, and just when Brant thought he wouldn't say anything, he suddenly said: This is indeed a dark bar, and there may be ingredients in the drinks and cigarettes, but they are all safe little things, until last year, Chris found a backer, and he began to act unscrupulously.A year ago?
Brandt seized on this sensitive point in time, a year ago when Sam came to Miami, Chris was your target?
Sam said hatefully: "He killed my friend, and I will definitely take revenge."
It's a heavy topic.Brandt had no choice but to say: you will succeed.Sam said: Of course I will, I have recently found a big material, and when I get my hands on it, I can retire with success.Brandt immediately became vigilant: Then why did you tell me?
Sam lowered his voice: Because I need your help.Chris has recently been researching banned drugs, and the test subjects are living people.Brandt's hand clenched the glass: school children, orphans, homeless people, prostitutes, were all their targets.But these are all underground, and the child with the hood is only seen going to school to tempt rebellious students to take drugs, which is only a part of the financial resources, and has little to do with the illegal drugs I said.He said and looked at Jason, who was so bold that he dared to break in single-handedly.Brandt followed Sam's gaze and looked at Jason as well, and really wanted to retort that you were too worried.Actually, it doesn't really have much to do with guts, Jason just has a brain disease.Jason, who has a sick brain, tugs at the knitted hat and suddenly discovers a major flaw in the hood.He forgot to make a hole in his mouth, and after talking for a long time, he wet the wool and pasted it all over his face, itching here and there, scratching his nose and picking his cheeks from time to time, just drinking to quench his thirst.I really want to pull off the hood and let my face breathe!
But he couldn't.So he's more irritable.The pistol was pulled out of Jason's waist again, and he squeezed it around in his hand, and the atmosphere became even more oppressive.Fortunately, it didn't take long for a brake sound to be heard at the entrance of the lounge, and a black stretch car stopped.The car door opened, and a very stylish middle-aged man stepped out of the car and entered the lounge door surrounded by bodyguards.The manager ran over like a savior, groveling and calling him boss.Jason put down his face-picking hand and looked over: Are you Chris?
If I were you, I wouldn't be so arrogant.With the sound of tuk tuk on crutches, Chris walked towards Jason, to everyone's surprise, he stopped the bodyguards' movements, did not get angry, and even laughed very kindly, I heard your deeds, Red Hood, I admire you.Jason sat back down and watched him perform.Chris handed out an olive branch: Do you want to join me?
With my protection, I can give you a legal identity so that you can be more free in this city.He bent down and leaned into Jason's ear: Jason · Todd, I know you, poor man smaligned by incompetent cops, fresh out of a horrible mental hospital.As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, his dark gray pupils slashed into the corners of his eyes, and he looked straight at Brant.Coincidentally, your friends are here too.He stared at Brandt and whispered a soft proposal: Do you want to say hello to him?
Brandt only saw Chris look at him inexplicably, followed by all the senses clamouring for danger.The back of his neck was cold, and suddenly an illusion of facing a greedy beast rose, he squinted his eyes and looked over again, Chris retracted his gaze at some point, and the feeling of hair standing on end disappeared, as if everything just now was just his illusion.Brant frowned tightly.The sunglasses blocked Jason's eyes, the hood covered his expression, and no one knew what he was thinking, but the next second, he suddenly stood up and kicked over the chair without warning.Boom!
Chris looked at him with impeccable certainty.Contrary to manic behavior, Jason even spoke in a calm tone: Okay.He said, "It's time to say hello."
Chris waved at the bodyguards and said lightly, and there were only three people left in the huge bar in an instant.Brant looked at Chris, then at Jason, and couldn't help but fall into confusion.Why does this guy look like he has a blue eye for Jason from beginning to end?
What exactly is it about Jason that attracts him?
This is absolutely not normal!
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)Chapter 12 The Twelfth Psychotic Affair is a bit strange.Employees and bodyguards squatted outside the bar, and Chris invited them up to the second floor and into a particularly luxurious box.This is my temporary resting place, and I can give it to you later.He casually made a pot of tea for Brant and Jason, as if he were greeting an old friend.Brant didn't answer, and Jason certainly didn't either.But what made Brandt incomprehensible was that the two, who should have been tense, talked happily with each other.He looked at Jason, thought seriously for about five minutes, and suddenly asked: Can you help me get my identity?
Chris rightly said: It's easy, kid.Will you reuse me?
Chris almost showed a smile that he had won, and he said quite generously, this lounge belongs to you, and you have the power under my command second only to me.It's unreasonable, Brant can't see at all that there is anything in Jason that is worthy of the other party's plot, Jason can be said to have nothing, oh, except for being sick.But Jason didn't seem to think it was unreasonable at all, and still confirmed that drugs should not be taken to school or sold to children.This is what Jason has always insisted on, and it is a long-cherished wish of the young man when he struggled to survive in the slums of Gotham.He has seen too many children tortured by drugs, and the adults who are willing to fall deserve it, but the children who can be seduced and deceived are innocent?
The pain of death and resurrection often tormented him, the memory of his body made the bones of his body throb intermittently, and when he was unconscious, he was full of the heartbreaking word Gotham, but when Brandt gave him some clarity, he began to think about who he was going to be and what he was going to achieve.He later decided that if he could return to Gotham alive, he would fight violence with violence and control the dark forces in the city.He doesn't want to be like Batman, sticking to the principle of what the hell and doing futile efforts day after day, he wants to be the rule-maker, and he wants to be the leader of all the gangs in Gotham.And the only thing he wants everyone to abide by is that drugs cannot be taken to school or sold to children.Although now in this strange place, he will have to return to his Gotham sooner or later, at all costs.So, it's a good idea to practice in Miami first?
Thinking so, Jason urged: How?
Of course, there is no problem.Chris agreed, and Shi Shiran said: I don't lack that money yet.