Chapter 79: Shura Field

　　From Dick's perspective, an unidentified person with a red bucket on his head (suspected to be an early imitator of the Joker's behavior) is pointing a gun at his timid (really?) little brother who just returned home and has not had time to get familiar with the environment.

　　And his weak (see if Damian agrees or not) brother was strong enough to fight with just an ordinary long sword, and he showed no fear even when he was at a disadvantage, which perfectly reflected the bravery of his paternal bloodline.

　　The above psychological activities may be exaggerated, but they are indeed Dick's true thoughts. In his eyes, no matter how fierce Damian is, he is just a little kid, and all his behaviors can be explained by an inappropriate family environment.

　　If Damian's biological mother and maternal grandfather were Talia and Regulus, it would be a blessing from the Wayne ancestors that Damian was not raised to be a brutal murderer. Dick never asked for more.

　　So he obtained Batman's tacit consent and decided to give this young man who had made a mistake a chance to start over, and even deprived Tim of his Robin identity. It was not that Tim was not good enough, but that Damian was too important.

　　The youngest children in the family are always favored, even though they sometimes don't feel it at all.

　　"Get out of here, little brat, this is not your business."

　　Jason issued a warning again. The energy gun in his hand had begun to charge, but his conscience as a regular soldier prevented him from attacking a child.

　　Damn it, he thought secretly, should I lower the power a bit? Although the effect of this imaginary number confinement will not have any impact on the human body, if the other party is a minor, then it should be a different matter——

　　Wait, am I an adult? Jason was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that his eighteenth birthday had just passed less than a month ago.

　　If things get out of hand, he might be arrested and taken to the Ten Kings Division.

　　Jason was sweating a little.

　　"Spider-Man," he pressed against Peter's back, their backs pressed together, "I have an important question, and you need to answer it honestly."

　　Peter was confused: "What's wrong?"

　　"Are you of age?"

　　"You've investigated my family thoroughly but you don't know my age?"

　　"Because there are many timelines... No," Jason didn't know why he said it so confusingly, "Because of various reasons..."

　　He pointed at Damian's right hand slightly to the side, an angle that ordinary people would not notice at all, and it was harmless to the energy gun, which was, after all, a weapon derived from the Jinren products by the Gongzao Division.

　　But for a dueling master and a superhero who is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, this angle is the key to his victory.

　　“Boom!”

　　The ceiling suddenly cracked, as if someone had smashed a steamroller into the roof. The entire floor could not withstand such a violent impact and shattered directly, with concrete and dust falling down.

　　Everyone was shocked, but the raised dust blocked their vision. Damian stared at the chaos in front of him warily. He had received special training and his eyes would not be blocked by this level of smoke.

　　He held the long sword at his side, ready to attack like a young cheetah.

　　But the third-party intruder who emerged from the smoke and dust rushed straight towards Jason. He raised his fist and smashed it at the funny red plastic bucket. If Jason hadn't dodged quickly, the punch would have at least caused a concussion.

　　"Stay away from him, villain!"

　　Dick roared in Batman's throat, spread out his wide cloak to cover his younger brother, and punched the ground directly to make a shallow hole.

　　And Jason's first reaction was: "How dare you talk to me like that!"

　　Nameless anger suddenly surged from his heart, Jason raised his hand and fired two shots, but he forgot that he had just lowered the power, and Batman bought high-quality protective gear from a deep blue merchant in Luofu and upgraded his battle suit.

　　In short, Dick's effect resistance was high enough to make him immune to two imprisonments.

　　Spider-Man suddenly felt like he had strayed into some bloody movie set. Jason, where is your confident and strategic look? Why did you fire two shots but it looked like there was no bullet hole? Are you Gotham people playing some weird game?

　　Dick thought that the red head in front of him was imitating the Joker's speech. After all, that guy often called Batman in a strange tone. As for the empty gun, it was even more terrifying. Who would do that except a lunatic!

　　At this time, the player is still clearing out the miscellaneous soldiers.

　　Jason turned up the power in frustration, but Dick wouldn't stand there and wait for him to shoot. For a moment, imaginary restraints and bat darts flew all over the large office, forcing Peter to dodge stray bullets by tap dancing.

　　However, the cannon fodders of the Assassin's League were not so lucky. They were seriously injured by mistake. The bat darts were okay as they only caused minor injuries, but the imaginary confinement was really fatal. Once hit, they would be stuck in place in a funny posture.

　　Then it becomes the new target for the batarang.

　　"Just surrender, no matter what your purpose is." Dick threatened grimly. When he wasn't smiling, he looked surprisingly like Bruce, and his portrayal of Batman was almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

　　"And my [Hunter] will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

　　Jason was not willing to be outdone. He couldn't understand his inexplicable anger and just thought of it as the frustration of being chased out of New York like a dog. Sure enough, they all came for the Jianmu Fruit.

　　He saw Black Mask crawling in the corner, trying to get out, and Black Mask was almost out of Damian's reach. Jason remembered his only purpose from beginning to end, and rushed over in one step.

　　"Get lost, Red Hood!"

　　Dick dodged Jason's feint, and when he saw the direction he was heading, his blood almost rushed to his head. He turned around with amazing resilience, and stretched out his hands to reach the corner of Jason's clothes.

　　Spider-Man's eyes widened, and he shot out spider silk, but to no avail—

　　Damian suddenly jumped up, leaping over 1.8 meters, hit Dick on the back of the head, stepped on his body and threw the long knife in his hand at Jason. Just as Jason turned around to defend himself, Black Mask suddenly stood up and put a pistol to Jason's temple.

　　Dick, fell to the ground.

　　At this time, the player is still clearing out the miscellaneous soldiers.

　　Jason slowly raised his hands. “Black Mask, you actually teamed up with this brat?”

　　Black Mask: "Kid, you don't know who you've provoked. We're just a small local gang in Gotham and we can't refuse the request of the League of Assassins."

　　So you decided to become an enemy of Luofu?

　　Jason was almost laughing out of anger, it turned out that dealing with an opponent of too low a level would lower your status. You were busy saving the world, saving humanity and preventing a world war, but he told you that you just provoked a criminal den in the Middle East!

　　With his partner captured, Peter was also at a loss. He looked at Dick who had fallen to the ground, and then at Damian who had an aura of 2.8 meters:

　　"I thought you were in the same group. I don't know what the rules are on your side, but we generally don't backstab our teammates in battle..."

　　"He is the only brother I recognize." Damian waved his hand and asked the two assassins to put Dick aside. He acted with discretion and only made him fall asleep for a moment.

　　"Peter, don't worry about me, go!" Jason urged. It didn't matter if he was caught, but the Jianmu Fruit must not fall into the hands of these people.

　　"No! Red Hood! I can't leave you alone!"

　　How could Spider-Man abandon his teammates? He grasped the base of his left hand's fingers, and was about to use this thing to negotiate -

　　"let's go."

　　Damian kidnapped Jason and left through the window.

　　ah?

　　Peter stared at the broken window.

　　So, is this really a melodramatic sitcom?

　　Regardless of his confusion, Peter hesitated for a moment, tore off a note and put it in a conspicuous place, then ran quickly to the window and jumped down.

　　Unfortunately, he walked too carelessly and did not notice that his note was blown away by the night wind and rolled to a corner where no one would notice it.

　　Jason was still in a daze when he was suddenly taken away. He had prepared a lot of ideas in his mind to persuade Peter to leave, and to act out a scene of sacrificing his life for justice before dying. He even had the plot ready:

　　He lay weakly on the ground, Spider-Man knelt down and sighed, asking him why he lied to him that the Rover people would not die. He smiled with relief, and passed on the belief of world peace and protecting their homeland. At this time, the BGM sounded, and the curtain began to flash back to the good memories of the past.

　　By the way, the music and lighting are in charge of Ms. Yinzhi.

　　But reality told him that this group of people came for him. They were not the same group of people who came for the Jianmu fruit. The gold content of the gold sand executives was still rising.

　　"What are you going to do?"

　　Jason looked in confusion at the group of assassins who treated him as a valuable. He was now tied up tightly and secretly transported out through a small path. The little brat in the lead seemed to be avoiding something, and kept walking and stopping.

　　"Shut up, Todd. If you keep talking, I'll cut off your tongue. Let's see if the resurrected dead have super healing powers."

　　Damian threatened gloomily. In order to complete his mother's mission, he backstabbed his brother, who was almost the only one who gave him warmth, just to hand over his second brother to the Assassin's League. So he walked hesitantly, as if there was an inexplicable attraction urging him to stop.

　　Damian clapped his hands and someone walked up, knocked Black Mask unconscious, and threw him into a nearby alley.

　　Jason was not frightened by this, because the Luofu people can really grow missing limbs, but using this ability too much can easily lead to the evil spirit body.

　　"You know my name and my secret? Who are you? You kidnapped my family?"

　　Jason knew that his family was almost the only channel for the secret to leak out. He began to get scared because of this speculation and struggled hard with a completely desperate attitude.

　　But he paused as Damian took off his mask.

　　"Bruce?" Jason recognized his bloodline from his appearance: "Are you Bruce's son?"

　　Wait, was Dick playing Batman? Is the back of his fragile head okay?

　　"Yes, I am the son of Batman and the devil's daughter Talia. I am Damian, the second brother and the future owner of Gotham and the League of Assassins."

　　At this point, the player has finally cleared out the mobs.

　　"Hehe, a piece of cake." He walked up to the top floor complacently, intending to meet up with Jason Peter.

　　But there was only one bat lover in the office, lying on the floor, although he looked quite comfortable.

　　Yinzhi: “?”

　　He walked forward and nudged the masked, tight-fitting gentleman who was sleeping soundly.

　　"what happened?"

　　The players were confused.