socalfunplaces Chapter 117 Picking Up the Zhang Family
Chapter 117 Picking Up the Zhang Family
Chapter 117 Taking You Home
Gotham.
Bat cave.
The old man's name was Alfred, and he was a butler who served the Wayne family.
However, Bruce Wayne is now the only member of the Wayne family left.
The service work didn't seem too complicated, after all, there was only one orphan left.
But in reality, serving one person is more troublesome than serving an entire family.
Alfred held an alcohol swab in his hand and gently wiped the wound on his child's back.
If you look closely with the help of the light, you will find that the man's body is covered with scars, each scar like an indelible brand, telling a dangerous story.
"Young Master Bruce, are you sure you got a healthy eight hours of sleep tonight?"
"No, but I slept for three hours."
"Great, you slept half an hour more than yesterday. Keep it up."
Bruce frowned slightly; the wound on his back still hurt a little.
Although he has a strong will to endure, it doesn't mean that he will maintain a cold demeanor in front of his family.
Suddenly.
"hiss!"
Bruce straightened his back, his handsome face contorting slightly.
He didn't turn around to question the butler about why he had suddenly hit so hard. Instead, he said with a frustrated and helpless tone, "You know this hurts, right?"
"Of course I know, Master Bruce."
Bruce turned around, looking somewhat speechless: "So this was intentional?"
The old man stared intently at the wound and replied, "I didn't say that."
Bruce chuckled, exasperated. "You really are a great joker, Alfred."
"Spend your whole life with a fool, believe me, and you'll become one too, Master Bruce."
After wiping the wound with the alcohol swab, Alfred cut off the excess stitches from the wound and then placed all the medical instruments into the tray beside him.
Bruce neither acknowledged nor denied the butler's teasing. He put on his clothes, and the wound on his back was instantly covered by them.
After getting dressed, Bruce suddenly sighed and pinched his brow with his fingers.
He said softly, "I...I recently dreamt that Jason came back."
The old man stopped moving immediately.
Then, following Bruce's gaze, he looked at the round glass counter not far away, inside which was a Robin uniform.
It was a battle-damaged Robin uniform.
Alfred sighed, "I know you see his death as your greatest failure, but..."
Bruce interrupted the butler.
"No, Ah Fu, it's all my fault."
He got up and went to the glass dome. The reflective surface showed Bruce's face and reminded him of the boy in his uniform.
Bruce said, "His life and death were my greatest failures. Do you remember what he looked like when I found him?"
Alfred nodded: "Of course, sir. Young Master Jason is an extremely talented child. He is honest, kind, and compassionate, but also quite temperamental..."
The old man's assessment of Jason was quite accurate; all these personality traits could be found in Jason.
The more Bruce thought about these things, the more pain he felt.
I made a mistake.
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"Coming to me was the biggest mistake you've ever made in your life!!!!"
Egon punched the boy in the face, and blood and a tooth came out of Jason's mouth together.
Egon stared at Jason, who had fallen to the ground, his heart filled with rage, his eyes filled with a desire to tear him to pieces!
"You think you're so smart?! You think this is an amusement park?!"
Egon swung a whip kick, and Jason barely managed to raise his arm to block, but was once again kicked several meters away by the brute force.
"You rich but useless brat! You haven't even grown wings yet, and you already want to ride on my head?!"
Egon slowly walked towards Jason, cracking his knuckles with a crisp sound.
"What's wrong?! Weren't you usually so talkative? Why aren't you saying anything now?!"
Egon was annoyed by the other party's silence.
I received a call from a client a few minutes earlier.
The person on the other end of the phone was angrily cursing themselves for what they were doing and why the goods were two hours late!
He had no idea what had happened or why this unexpected incident had occurred tonight!
He first reassured the customer, then dialed several of his subordinates' numbers, but none of them answered.
When he went out the door, ready to see what was going on...
He then discovered that the damned kid was sitting in the living room, waving at him, while all the guards were dead at his feet.
Honestly, if the other party could resolve the issue of his subordinates so quietly...
This basically means that if he wanted to, he could make himself die suddenly at some point.
The reason why he spared his own life.
He doesn't really understand.
And I don't want to understand it.
If you spare his life, you'll regret it!
"What? Are you regretting not killing me from the start!?"
Egon slowly walked past the body of one of his men and picked up the pistol that had fallen from Jason's body.
He pointed his gun at the boy's head: "Ready to say your last words, you bastard?"
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Jason leaned against the wall, clutching his aching stomach, and looked at the other person with a mocking gaze.
"Well... I'm still thinking of some suitable hellish jokes. I'm someone who came back from hell, so logically I should be quite good at this kind of thing..."
"Ha! This is a truly hellish joke, except it's my own..."
Egon's eye twitched; he thought the kid was an idiot.
Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
But to his surprise, the pistol exploded instantly in his hand!
boom! ! !
Gun shrapnel embedded in various parts of his body, momentarily throwing him off balance and causing him to panic.
It was precisely this sudden burst of speed.
Jason leaped up with the speed of a cheetah, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Egon.
He brought his fingers together like a knife, and with a sudden thrust, pierced Egon's throat.
"Ugh..." Egon collapsed to the ground with an incredulous look in his eyes.
The sudden reversal of events left Egon completely bewildered, when he heard Jason say, "To be honest, I'm not quite as good as you at killing, but fortunately, you taught me this trick well, and I've learned it."
"Also, I suggest you don't use a gun that isn't your own."
Egon stared wide-eyed, trying to memorize the man's face clearly, then turned his head and died.
Jason sighed and shook his aching fingers.
This modified pistol was originally intended as a backup plan.
If he could kill this guy head-on, he wouldn't need this thing.
Unfortunately, there is still much for me to learn, and I am still somewhat overwhelmed when facing this master killer.
We'll just have to use this backup plan.
This also made him realize a dilemma.
He himself was far from being able to fabricate a story that belonged to him, Batman, and the Joker.
He still needs to study.
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Jason moved his body slightly and felt pain coming from various parts of his body.
He then returned to the room where Egon had been, rummaged through the drawers and found passports and banknotes from several countries.
Jason also needs a weapon to defend himself at this moment.
After checking again and confirming that nothing was left behind.
Jason then went downstairs, holding a pistol in his hand.
It was eerily quiet outside.
Perhaps...
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Jason suddenly smiled.
I abandoned that idea.
He pushed the door open himself.
I spotted a slender figure in black leaning against the car door, and a grayish-feathered crow perched on her shoulder.
"School's out, Jason. Your mother's here to take you home."
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