Chapter 808 Red Hood (Part 2)

Jason struggled with all his strength, but the other party did not take the next step. Instead, he made a gesture to him, pointed at his chest, and then waved his hand, which meant that he had no ill intentions, but Jason did not believe it at all. .

In a place like Gotham, you have to be willing to do harm to others, and you also have to be on guard against others. People like this, who wear masks and sneak into the room in the middle of the night, need to be even more vigilant.

Because Jason is the leader of the gang, he has a single room at the outermost part of the base and does not sleep with other children. He struggles desperately just to get the other person to let go of his hand and not cover his mouth. If he can make some noise, there will be children running to call someone.

"Jason Todd, I don't mean any harm, I'm here to ask for your help!" The person on the other side said. Jason felt that the tone was a bit familiar, but he was very sure that he had never heard this voice before.

If you want to describe it, it's a bit like having late-stage laryngeal cancer and torn vocal cords. It's not that the other person has almost no accent and the pronunciation is very standard. Moreover, Jason has just taken a few grammar classes, and he can't even understand what the other person is saying.

"Woo!" Jason yelled twice, which meant "let me go first."

"I can put you down now, but you must not scream. Trust me, I will subdue you before you make a sound." The person on the other side said a series of long sentences, but Jason could only understand half of it.

This weirdo's voice is really hoarse. There are many places where the sound is breathy and intermittently difficult to hear clearly. Jason's ability to understand it is all due to his high understanding.

Jason sighed silently in his heart. He was already sure that the other party was not a gang member, because real gang members would not say such things. He nodded and made a reassuring gesture, and the other party really put him down. .

Jason twisted his neck and didn't make a sound. Instead, he lowered his voice and said, "Where did you come from, a freak? Why did you come to me? Didn't you see that I was sleeping?!"

With that said, Jason walked to the wall and turned on the light in the room. After the light filled the room, he turned his head and looked at the man.

The other party wore a red hood that looked leather, which allowed Jason to see some of the outlines of his facial features.

But it was useless. Jason couldn't tell who the other person was. He looked at the weirdo with some confusion and asked, "Who are you and why are you dressed like this?"

"It's not important..." When the weirdo spoke, his voice was still very hoarse. He said, "I need your help, Jason Todd."

"You have to answer my question first before I can answer your question. This is Gotham's rule." Jason stepped forward and looked up at the weirdo with the red hood. He asked, "What are you wearing on your head?" What is it? Why are you carrying this thing? Are you not one of those crazy people who make explosions every day?

Hearing this question, the person opposite reached out and lifted the bottom of the hood, revealing the skin underneath. Jason was a little frightened because he had no skin at all, and the muscles under the skin looked like they were burnt. As if naked, he heard the other party say in a low voice:

"I suffered severe burns that left me disfigured and forced me to wear a mask. Jason, can you help me?"

Jason frowned and said, "...How can I help you?"

The man wearing the red hood squatted down, held Jason's shoulders with both hands and said, "You are the kid king here, right? I want to ask you to teach me how to become a gangster..."

Jason's eyes widened. He never expected that the weirdo opposite would make such a request. He felt very ridiculous. He said, "Gangster?? Learn how to become a gangster. Are you...are you crazy?"

"No, I'm not crazy." The person opposite said very seriously: "I am not a gang member, but I want to be a gang member. Can you teach me how to do it?"

"This..." Jason was really choked up. He said: "You are not a gangster, but you want to be a gangster, but what's the point? You can survive without being a gang member, so why do you want to be a gangster? "

The person opposite was obviously well prepared. He said, "Yes, I survived, but I didn't live well. Otherwise, how do you think I got this injury?"

Jason paused for a moment. He felt that what the other party said made sense, but he still discovered one thing. He said: "The three nearby streets are all the territory of gangsters. If you are really a thin and ordinary person, you are It’s impossible to sneak in.”

"In other words, you can sneak in here, why do you want to join the gang? They can't even find you."

The person opposite seemed not to expect that Jason was so smart and sharp. He paused and then said: "Well, I don't want to join the gang because of my livelihood, but I can't tell you the specific reason, because if I tell You, you won’t want me to study.”

"What's the point? Why won't I let you learn if you tell me?" Jason asked very curiously. Did he really think that the person across from him was strange, staying awake in the middle of the night and coming to him to learn gangster knowledge?

"Because..." The person on the other side paused again and said, "Anyway, I can't tell you the reason, but I really hope you can help me. Jason, I heard that you are the most powerful kid of this generation. king……"

"Don't use this trick on me." Jason stared and hit the weirdo up and down and said, "I won't be moved by a few sweet words. Who wants to teach you this weirdo? Get out of here! I still want to sleep!"

After saying that, he walked towards the bed without looking back, and lay down to sleep.

It seemed that there was really no other way. The weird man with the red hood could only come to the bed, bend over, and then say: "Jason, you are a very smart child. Have you ever thought about what caused the current situation in Gotham?"

"This place is different from other cities, but there is a unique order. Breaking the existing order will only make it more chaotic, but if you do nothing, it is equivalent to chronic suicide..." The tone of the other party became low. Although his voice made him speak very laboriously, it still had an inexplicable attraction, allowing Jason to listen attentively.

"Someone has to solve this problem, right? Someone has to find the answer, but how can we find the answer if we don't study or research?"

Jason opened his mouth and said, "What Professor Schiller said is actually true. Is there really someone willing to learn this kind of thing?"

Jason didn't notice that when the syllable Schiller appeared, the fingertips of the weird man wearing a red hood trembled. Jason thought for a while and then said, "You said you want to solve this problem, but can you do it?"

"How do you know if you don't try?" The other party said very firmly, "If you don't investigate it on the spot, there will never be any progress. ·

Jason leaned on the head of the bed, his arms behind his head, nodded and said, "You are right. Although things are difficult, if you don't work hard at all, there will never be any progress."

After that, he took another look at the head with a red hood next to him, and said, "You are really a weirdo. You dare to appear in Gotham dressed like this. Are you afraid that the gangsters can't find a target? "

After that, he rolled off the bed and walked towards his closet, saying, "The thing you wear on your head is like telling all the gang members to come and hit me on the head...

After that, he opened the drawer, took out a pistol from it, pointed it at the weirdo with a red hood, and said, "Well, the first lesson for Gotham gangs is that you don't panic when you have a gun in your hand."

"Jason, I'm very sincere in asking for your help, and the reason I do this is because I know that you are not a vicious criminal, you are more reasonable than almost everyone here, and I really need help..."

Jason didn't put the gun down, but looked into his eyes and said, "

"Even if I'm going to pull the trigger and blow your head off, are you still going to stay here and do nothing? "

Red Hood turned his face around. Although he couldn't see his expression clearly because of the mask, Jason could be sure that his eyes were focused.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Jason slowly put down his gun and said: "Although your vigilance is not very good, you are very accurate in judging people. This should be a good start. If you can tell who can be provoked and who can't be provoked, you can at least save your life..."

"You said that you want to learn how to be a gang member, so what do you want to learn?"

"How to be a gang member, how to survive, how to live, and how to live better in a society composed of gangs?"

Jason stood there, hugged his arms and sighed, saying: "Don't you think you have found the wrong person? Do you think I look like I am living a good life?"

"But I can't go directly to the Godfather." Red Hood said very calmly: "Even if I can see him, the things he teaches are not what I want to learn. I don't want to establish the same order as the gang society, but to eradicate this problem."

Jason shook his head and said: "You are probably dreaming. ”

But soon, he continued: "If you are willing to pay, I can help you, but I have to tell you that it is difficult for outsiders to survive here, and if you want to join a gang, you have to abide by the rules there, and if you don’t know anything, you will die quickly. ”

“That’s why I came to you. I know that gangs will not recruit people casually, so I want to ask you to help introduce me. Although I don’t know anything, I will definitely not cause trouble, and I learn very quickly. It only takes one week for me to work. ·

Jason sneered and said, "Ask me to help introduce? Who do you think I am? The young master of the Twelve Families? I am just a street kid. If I had such great ability, I would not have stayed here long ago."

"But I know that only you will help me." The man with the red hood shook his head and said, "Others will not only not accept this reason, but will only think I am a lunatic."

Jason was silent for a while, and then he said, "You are a lunatic. I just learned a word from Professor Schiller, called transvestite. I think. You must be a patient with this disease."

"But you are right. In the whole Gotham, except for me, no one will help you for this reason. It is because of you I don't know anything, so I can tell you that I don't like gangs at all, but I also know that I can't change this. If someone wants to try, I don't mind helping him. "

Jason took out the pistol from the drawer again and said: "Now, my words really don't carry much weight. It's hard to introduce you to the smallest gangster here, but if I can make a great contribution, meet some upper-level people, and show up with the gang boss here, it will be different. "

He walked out with the pistol, and when he reached the door, he looked at the Red Hood and said: "If you are afraid of danger, stay here, but I have to go around now, the early bird catches the worm. "

"What are you going to do?" Red Hood asked.

"To find an opportunity to help you."