socalfunplaces Chapter 114 Secret Investigator
Chapter 114 Secret Investigator
Chapter 114 Secret Investigator
It was evening.
Two figures walked along a forest path.
"Tell me your story, kid."
After a long period of vehicle and personnel changes.
Jason has entered completely unfamiliar territory.
He was greeted by a fat man named Drake.
Jason guessed that he was probably one of the teacher's henchmen or something.
But it doesn't matter anymore; some people don't need to be remembered.
Jason, with his hands in his coat pockets, walked with Drake along a forest path, where a house came into view in the distance.
Jason observed as he said, "You wouldn't want to know."
Drake chuckled, "I'm curious, where does a kid get the money to learn skills from Egon? Are you a rich kid? Or... what's the word again... a patron?"
Jason smiled innocently: "I actually died once."
Drake stared at his face for a moment, then burst into laughter: "You kids are just so immature...died once? Hahahaha, do you know what it's like before you die? It's nothing like..."
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Yes, of course, one can't be portrayed in such an exaggerated way as in movies and TV shows before death.
The only thing you can feel is the passing of life, like sand that you can never hold onto.
Then the hope in their eyes was like a candle about to go out, the flame growing smaller and smaller.
Jason glanced at it, but his entire posture remained unchanged.
He heard a figure rapidly approaching from his left side.
Target....
It wasn't me.
It was this grinning fat guy, Drake.
Jason decided it was best to just observe from the sidelines.
This might be what's called a teacher's show of force.
"Honestly, if you return after completing your studies..."
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With a whoosh.
A dark figure suddenly emerged from the woods.
With lightning speed, a kick landed on Drake's thigh joint, and with a crack, Drake's leg was instantly destroyed.
Then the man grabbed Drake's hair, clenched his fingers into a knife shape, and swiftly stabbed it into the man's throat.
Dreikur is dead.
He died a very quick and decisive death.
Jason had to admit that this guy was pretty good.
He simply stood there and stared into the eyes of the tall, slender figure.
Egon had an ordinary face and would hardly attract attention in a crowd.
He was wearing a black knitted sweater on his upper body, which looked rather cheap, probably bought from a second-hand stall.
The pants...the pants are normal, the kind of work pants that ordinary people would wear.
The only thing that caught Jason's attention was his knuckles.
There are cocoons there.
While Jason was observing Egon, Egon was also observing Jason.
This young man who "wanted to learn" displayed amazing composure; there wasn't a trace of fear on Jason's face.
It seems like this was expected?
Egon laughed and said, "My name is Egon. For the next period of time, I will be your murderous instructor. My men have just committed an offense, please forgive them."
Jason walked toward the small house ahead, saying, "I guess that's where the classroom is, so let's start the lesson and not waste each other's time."
"interesting."
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As Jason approached the cabin, he noticed several vans parked on the other side of the house, with GG logos advertising furniture sales on the cargo beds.
Without much thought, he could tell that his teacher was doing something else illegal.
But it didn't matter to him.
Just as he said before.
He came here to learn.
Jason pushed open the door.
The room was brightly lit, but there was no furniture, only a few burly men holding cold weapons.
Wow, that's interesting. I really do have a knack for crowbars.
Maybe Oz is right.
I could indeed be called Crowbar Man.
At this moment, Egon walked in and closed the door behind him.
He leaned against the doorframe and said with a smile, "The boss who paid me said I'm responsible for my own life and death, but for the sake of long-term cooperation, I will still make a move at certain times."
"So, shall we begin?"
Jason twisted his neck and loosened his muscles, ignoring Egon behind him, and instead looked at the four or five burly men in front of him.
His eyes were fixed on the one holding the crowbar.
Jason laughed and asked, "Who wants to start?"
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Jason, wielding a crowbar, easily dodged a punch aimed straight at his face, then bent down and slammed the crowbar into the opponent's kneecap.
Click!
The sound of bones shattering exploded instantly!
The unfortunate last man hugged his knees and howled wildly.
"Damn it, my knees!!!"
"Relax, buddy, you didn't get shot in the knee."
Jason dropped the crowbar and spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor.
There is indeed a difference between fighting and killing.
Nevertheless, he spared their lives.
At this moment, Egon, who had been observing from the rear, asked, "He's powerless to resist now, so how do you plan to finish him off?"
Jason walked up to the man and looked at him coldly.
A familiar look of fear.
Bruce used this method to keep Gotham criminals from rebelling.
But this method works on ordinary people; it won't affect those who are extremely wicked.
For example, the clown.
He would just laugh out loud.
Jason stared at the guy lying on the ground, ignoring his pleading look, and said, "Step on his neck."
"Its neck is so thick, I'm afraid I can't break it."
Jason was puzzled: "That's my whole weight! Besides, he's already collapsed and won't get up. If all else fails, I can just beat him to death with a crowbar."
Egon walked over to him and nodded.
"That's right." He tilted his head, seemingly judging Jason's performance just now.
"But you still foolishly tried to incapacitate these people, and despite your ruthless methods, you still left them a glimmer of hope."
"If you want to kill someone, you have to be quick, accurate, and ruthless."
Jason nodded in agreement.
Egon turned and glanced at him, saying, "You're severely depleted of your strength. If we do another round, you probably won't be as relaxed as you were before."
"So for the sake of long-term cooperation, I think you should take a break now."
A keen observer.
In reality, he could have lasted three more rounds; the weakness he was showing was just to fool this guy.
But resting is good too; he needs to observe this place more carefully.
Jason nodded and said, "Thanks, but I think it's just a few bruises."
"Idiot, I'm not concerned about you."
Egon chuckled, pushed open the door, and led Jason toward the car waiting outside.
He said, "They will take you to a place to rest."
Jason retorted, "Can't we rest here?"
"There are no extra rooms here, but don't worry, that room is very well arranged and will be just like a five-star hotel."
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Jason noticed that the guy's gaze swept over several trucks not far away.
Although the amplitude was very small, he still saw it.
As soon as Jason got on the bus, he heard Egon speaking in German and talking quietly with the others.
"Keep a close eye on this kid. Don't bring him here except during his training time."
"clear."
Jason remained expressionless as he watched their conversation.
Bruce, you taught him very well. He learned to read lips when he was twelve years old, before he even finished learning German.
I just didn't expect to use them both today.
Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a strange noise.
"Pfft pfft one"
"?!"
Jason turned his head and saw Crow on his shoulder.
"What are you doing here?!"
Why can't I be here?
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"Won't they see you?"
Jason frowned, his body instinctively trying to block the view of the people outside the car, preventing them from seeing the crow.
Oz stretched and cackled, then said, "Don't worry, they can't see me, so how was your study today?"
Hearing Oz's words, Jason relaxed and leaned back in his seat somewhat lazily.
"It's alright, it's only the first day."
During their conversation, the driver finished speaking with Egon, got into the driver's seat, turned the key, started the car, and drove away.
The two did not exchange any words and remained silent the entire way.
Jason asked Oz, "Do you know what's inside those trucks?"
"Yes, I know!"
"What is it?"
"Go find out for yourself, but I can assure you, once you find out, you'll definitely kill these people. They might even graduate before they even enrolled!"
Jason chuckled twice.
"What if I don't investigate?"
The crows were certain of his actions.
"You're too influenced by Batman; it's impossible for you not to investigate."
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"...Maybe."
Oz is right, he will definitely look into it.
The reason he was so interested in the truck was certainly not because of the GG logo on the truck bed.
Instead, it was some faint, strange noises coming from inside the carriage.
It sounded like some kind of sobbing.
The vehicle traveled for about half an hour.
The driver took Jason to an unfamiliar neighborhood, and the car then stopped in front of a house.
"This is it. Go in and rest. Just tell us if there's anything you want, and we'll arrange for someone to buy it for you."
"So your actions are being restricted?"
"Take it your way, this is what Egon ordered, militarized management... I think that's the right word."
"All right."
Jason opened the car door and got out, while Crow stayed on his shoulder the whole time.
Just as Ya Ya said, the driver didn't even notice the crow's presence.
Jason went inside and found that the room was decorated fairly well.
While it doesn't quite live up to Egon's claims of being a five-star luxury hotel suite, it's still comfortable enough for someone to stay in.
He checked every corner of the house immediately.
No listening or surveillance devices were found.
Old-fashioned.
That was his first thought.
Using the curtains as a tool, Jason peered through the parked cars on the street and eventually identified the vehicle that might be spying on him.
"What are you looking at?" Ya Ya leaned closer, his eyes pressed against Ya Ya's.
Jason asked, "Want to go out and have some fun?"
"I guess this was your own search operation."
"Say what you want."
"Then what are we waiting for, secret investigator Jason Todd, let's go!!!"