Five minutes later, the two still mobile guys carried their badly wounded boss and hapless companion and drove out of the bar quickly, leaving behind all their money and weapons before leaving, so Cyber had another $700, two daggers, and a pistol that looked like it had been used for a long time, and a magazine full of bullets.

Cyber stood at the door and waved goodbye to the dusty black SUV, then whistled and said to Daddy and the young officer sitting across from him, "Jamie is good to his subordinates, this kind of goods can be equipped with guns, tsk, this treatment is really amazing." ”

The officer's face was very solemn,

"That's Jamie's brother Boshkin ... Supposedly they are real brothers, and you almost killed Boshkin, and Jamie won't give up. ”

In this regard, Cyber shrugged his shoulders, obviously, Daddy didn't tell this guy about selling the bar, but since the misunderstanding has been resolved, Cyber will not have any trouble with this police officer who is cold to him.

Everyone's grown up, aren't they?

And because the father's "good son" returned early, the old man deliberately closed early today, saying that he wanted to cook with his own hands to entertain his son.

While the old man was busy, the bored Cyber sat at the table at the bar with this young, promising, tall and handsome police officer, staring wide-eyed.

"I said, Brother Robin, don't look at me like a criminal... I'm just keeping my dad safe, he's hired me, and I'm going to help him clean the bar and sort out the damn glasses. ”

Holding his chin in his left hand and playing with the coins in his hand, Cyber said to Robin, the handsome young officer with short black hair, "Actually, I helped him out of a couple of problems last night, you see, we're in this group, you know?"

"Call me John!

Robin put his hands on the table with an indifferent face, he looked at Cyber's right hand, the blood stains on it had not been cleaned, Detective Robin was a young man with very keen senses, otherwise he would not have become a police officer at a young age, in the words of the trainee officer's boss, Sergeant Gordon, "Robin is a born criminal terminator." ”

And now, even across a table, this keen criminal terminator can smell the blood of the young man named Cyber Hawk in front of him... It's heavier than the murderers in Blackwater.

This is a real ruthless character, he shouldn't be unknown in Gotham, and more importantly, someone like him shouldn't be around Daddy, especially now when he is at odds with Jamie.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about it openly, Robin!"

Saiber put down his left hand, which was supporting his chin, and spread his hands on the table as well, and said in a very sincere voice,

"I really won't get in trouble, you know? At least I'm not going to get you in any trouble with him until Daddy pays me what I deserve, and makes it clear that he doesn't need my help, this is your territory, I'm just a poor temporary resident, I'll leave when Daddy gets rich, and I'll go to the city center to get a job as a cleaner or a dishwasher, and I'll live my whole life doing nothing, and we'll never cross paths again, OK?"

Robin's reaction to this was, "I'll keep an eye on you, you'd better do what you say, or I wouldn't mind throwing you in jail, or worse, Dr. Klein's Arkham Asylum, which I've heard is full of your kind." ”

To this threat, Cyber shrugged, he didn't know what Arkham Asylum meant, instead, his interest quickly shifted to Robin, who moved his chair and sat next to Robin, ignoring the shrill sound of the chair rubbing against the floor, and asked in a sneaky whisper,

"I'm actually curious, Daddy said your name is Robin, but I just saw that your police officer ID clearly says "John Blake", and you're only 19 years old, under normal circumstances, children of this age should still be in school, and you're already a trainee police officer in Gotham, so would you like to explain it to me? Well, something I should know. ”

In the face of Cyber's set of near, and it is such a sensitive matter, Robin is obviously not interested in answering, but it doesn't matter if he doesn't answer, Cyber is like a machine gun, constantly talking about his guesses,

"Then let's play a guess me game, well, you are definitely not Daddy's own son, unless this old man is strong enough to have children at the age of almost 60, so combined with your current situation, I guess, you should be an orphan, Blake's surname, including John's stupid name, should be given to you by your adoptive parents, and your real name is Robin..."

Hearing Cyber's guess, Robin's left hand on the table clenched into a fist at this moment, so Cyber knew that he had guessed correctly, which did not make him more proud, on the contrary, he stood up with a frown, folded his arms, rubbed his chin with his thumb again, and then walked up and down beside Robin, muttering in his mouth,

"Daddy is not your adoptive parent, but he calls you a good son, and you have a kind of affection for him similar to that of your father, obviously, there is a story about the encounter between you and him, I can't guess the specific story, but I think it should have something to do with abuse and running away from home... So after you are lucky enough to meet your father, you have to do your best to prove yourself, and now it seems that you are probably influenced by the other side of your father, and you are pursuing some kind of justice... If you want to be a decent person, or an idealist, you want to be crime-free in this world, or do your part to stop it, right?"

Robin's fists clenched tighter, but the next moment, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice, "Why do you think so?"

Cyber smiled and stopped talking, and at the same moment, the dad in the apron came over with two plates of cut beef, beckoning Robin and Cyber to serve food together, which interrupted the "friendly" exchange between Cyber and Robin, but it didn't matter, the information that Cyber needed had been gathered.

As Daddy took Robin's hand for a pre-dinner prayer, Cyber smiled playfully with a glass of wine and looked at Robin sitting across from him, a young man who was very unusual, with a special talent, keen senses and a strong posture, but he would not affect his life, so he was not a threat.

Well... If you don't threaten, you can be friends.

But what made Cyber depressed and novel was that during the meal, Dad and his good son exchanged things that he couldn't understand, what Star City, what mutants, what superheroes and the like.

Cyber skillfully ate the steak with a knife and fork, while supporting his ears to gather the information he needed from their conversation, and soon he realized that this strange world really seemed to have something similar to superpowers and magic, witchcraft and the like, and all over the world, there seemed to be a strange creature called mutants, they were the same as humans, but they had such and such superpowers.

Finally, there are superheroes, who are said to be a group of "vigilant police" who use their power to help the city in order to make society a better place, and their counterpart is a group of guys called "super criminals".

In short, after listening to these chattering chats, Cyber's first reaction was:

This is really not the world of your past anymore!

He was sure that in his original world, there would be no superheroes and supercriminals, let alone mutants with the same superpowers.

In this world, all kinds of supercriminals are rampant, and there are those radical mutants who live around them, ready to make big news at any time, and there are countries that he has no idea of where there are wars, and the whole world seems to be a state of chaos and chaos.

In the end, Cyber summed it up, and then came to a tragic conclusion:

It seems that an ordinary person like him really still finds a job that doesn't require brains, and it's better to live a life without doing anything.

To be honest, it was a very hearty dinner, because Daddy always talked to Robin about things that Cyber wasn't interested in at all, but even a bastard like Cyber could experience a unique affection between these two people, and maybe that thing was called family affection.

This made Cyber, who was running a carriage in his head, feel a little... Jealous, but soon vanished, he picked up a newspaper, gathered all the useful information for him, and turned his head from time to time to look out of the bar, he did not forget his duty, nor what his father had hired him for.

But fortunately, it seems to be quiet tonight, except for some drunks sitting not far away drinking, well, the light points from their cigarettes indicate that they have been there for 2 hours.

A smile tugged at the corner of Cyber's mouth, and he probably had some fun tonight.

"Alright, Dad, I'm going back to the police station, Mr. Gordon has a lot of cases in there, and Falconi has bought off almost everyone in the police department, it's awful! I'll have to deal with that damn Klein, that Sven riffraff who always takes money to do things, there's a lot going on over there, I'm going back to work, Daddy. ”

The detective, who had had a few glasses of wine, picked up his hat from the table, hugged his father, and then glanced warily at Cyber, who was buried in the newspaper and did not look at him at all.

Daddy sent his good son out the door, and a few minutes later, Cyber heard the sound of the Mustang police car engine starting, and then Daddy walked back to the bar humming a song and began to clean up the dishes on the table, and Cyber looked back at the window, and the red point of light that was faintly lit up just now was gone.

He put down the newspaper and grinned a playful smile on the corner of his mouth,

"Daddy, you love your good son very much, I can tell..."

"Huh?"

Daddy had his corncob pipe in his mouth, looked at Cyber condescendingly, and snorted through his nostrils, "So what? My good son has a great future, and he's so much better than you villain." ”

Cyber grimaced at Daddy Christian, then pointed out the window,

"2 hours ago, there were 5 drunkards sitting there, and after your good son left, the drunkards were gone... You know what I mean, right?"

"Bang"

The wine glass in Daddy's hand smashed on the ground, he shook it for a moment, and then looked at Cyber with a gloomy face,

"Why didn't you say it earlier!"

Cyber showed an innocent expression, "You didn't ask me again!"

"That's enough! Go and help! Did I hire you to watch the fun? You go first, and I'll come later!"

Seber shrugged his shoulders and didn't get up, but put the two guns in his pocket on the table, and he looked innocently at his father, and then at the two civilian models of defense firearms.

"I swear to God, I'd love to go, Daddy, but with these two toy guns, I guess I'll only be able to bury poor Robin, you know, it's over 30 meters and I can't even break my arm. ”

"Bastard!"

Daddy turned around and lay down on his bar, flipped his hands for a few seconds, then tossed Cyber a wooden box, which he opened and whistled.

"M9, I love this thing, but it's a pity that there is only one. ”

It was a silvery-white, streamlined pistol with a slightly protruding barrel and a black handle, apparently with great care and maintenance by the user, and shimmering with a blurry and cold glow in the slightly dim light of the bar.

Cyber took it in his hand and withdrew from the magazine, which was full of brass bullets.

"Click"

The murder weapon spun around in Cyber's hand and disappeared into his pocket, he opened the door, made an OK gesture to Daddy, and disappeared into the darkness.

He was dressed in his father's old clothes, his black coat floating backwards in the still cold night, and Cyber jogged forward, the street in front of him was a little blurred under the dim streetlights, and Cyber entered a special sense of déjà vu.

At some point in the past, he seemed to be like this, running in the dark, what was he going to do at that time?

To kill someone? Like yes... Although the memories of the past are as irregular as fragments, between those fragments, there is always a mixture of blood and coldness that flies out, with guns, knives, and hands, how many people did he kill?

Are there idealists like Robin among those people?

Is there a guy like Daddy who begs for a living in the gray area?

Is there a guy like himself who has a chaotic past?

The heavy senses pressed on Cyber's shoulders, and at this moment he even weighed down, and his steps couldn't help but slow down, but when he raised his head again, he saw a completely different scenery around him than he remembered, and his brain suddenly shook.

Yes, this is not the world of the past!

It's a new world!

Yes, so let it pass, and have a new life for yourself! After taking care of Daddy's employment, after 2 days, I can be truly free, and when the time comes... Go wherever you want!

"Hey, bastard, aren't you arrogant? Come on, hit me!"

A tyrannical shout, combined with the sound of something heavy hitting the body, woke Cyber from his vision of life in the future.

He stopped abruptly and walked briskly to the corner, without making a sound, looking at the Mustang police car that had been forced to stop not far from the street lamp in front of him, the broken windows, the bloodstained glass, and the young man who had fallen to the ground surrounded by five guys.

Cyber licked his lips and swiped his hand on the belt under his coat, two daggers slashed into his hands, he took a deep breath, the cold air entering his lungs, and the blood in his body began to flow again.

"Hey, good son Robin... You owe me once. ”