Five minutes later, the two men who could still move carried their heavily injured boss and unlucky companion and quickly drove away from the bar. Before leaving, they left behind all their money and weapons. Thus, Saber had an extra 700 USD, two daggers, a pistol that looked like it had been used for a long time, and a fully loaded magazine.
Saber stood at the door and waved goodbye to the black SUV. He then whistled and said to his dad and the young police officer sitting across from him, "Boss Jamie treats his subordinates well. He even gave them guns. Tsk tsk tsk, this treatment is amazing."
The police officer's face was very serious.
"That's Jamie's brother Boshkin … I heard that they are real brothers. You almost killed Boshkin, Jamie won't let this go."
In response, Saber shrugged. Obviously, his dad didn't tell this guy about selling the bar. But since the misunderstanding was cleared, Saber didn't want to make things difficult for the police officer who spoke so coldly to him.
We're all adults, aren't we?
Since his dad's "good son" returned early, the old man purposely closed the bar early today. He said that he wanted to personally cook for his son.
While the old man was busy, the bored Saber and the young, tall and handsome police officer sat at the bar table and stared at each other.
"I say, Robin bro, don't look at me like I'm a criminal … I'm only protecting dad. He hired me to help him clean the bar and tidy up the damn glasses."
Saber used his left hand to support his chin. He played with the coins in his hand while speaking to Robin, the handsome young police officer with short black hair. "Actually, I helped him solve a few problems last night. See, we're on the same team, do you understand?"
"Call me John! Thank you. "
Robin coldly placed his hands on the table. He looked at Saber's right hand, as if the blood on it hadn't been cleaned yet. Detective Robin was a young man with sharp senses. Otherwise, he wouldn't have become a police officer at such a young age. In the words of the trainee's superior, Sergeant Gordon, "Robin is a natural criminal terminator."
But now, this sharp criminal terminator could smell the stench of blood coming from this young man called Seiber Hawk even though they were separated by a table … It was even thicker than the murderers in Blackwater Prison.
This was a truly ruthless character. He shouldn't be unknown in Gotham. More importantly, someone like him shouldn't appear by his dad's side, especially when he had a feud with Jamie.
"Alright, alright, let's have a frank talk, Robin!"
Seber put down his left hand that was supporting his chin and spread his hands out on the table as well. He spoke in a very sincere voice.
"I really won't cause any trouble, do you understand? At the very least, I won't cause any trouble for you and him until Dad pays me the salary I deserve and makes it clear that he doesn't need my help. This is your territory, and I'm just a pitiful temporary resident. After Dad gets rich, I'll leave and find a job as a cleaner or a dishwasher in the city center. After that, I'll live a mediocre life and we won't meet again, okay? "
Robin's response to this was, "I'll keep an eye on you. You better do as you say, or else I don't mind throwing you into prison. Or worse, Doctor Klein's Arkham Asylum. I heard that it's filled with your kind."
Saber shrugged at this threat. He still didn't know what Arkham Asylum meant. On the contrary, his interest quickly shifted to Robin. He moved his chair and sat beside Robin, ignoring the sharp sound of the chair scraping against the floor. He whispered furtively.
"I'm actually curious. My dad said you're Robin, but I saw that your police badge clearly says' John Blake '. You're only 19 years old this year. Under normal circumstances, children at this age should still be in school, but you're already a trainee police officer in Gotham. Are you interested in explaining this to me? Brother Robin, I know my dad has some background, but I hope you can tell me something … hmm, something I need to know. "
Faced with Saber's attempt to get close to him, Robin was obviously not interested in answering such a sensitive question. However, it didn't matter if he didn't answer because Saber was like a machine gun, he kept repeating his guesses.
"Then let's play a guessing game. Hmm, you're definitely not my dad's biological son, unless this old man is so powerful that he can still have children at 60 years old. Therefore, based on your current situation, I'm guessing that you're an orphan. The surname Blake and the stupid name John should be given to you by your adoptive parents, and your real name is Robin …"
Hearing Saber's guess, Robin's left hand, which was placed on the table, clenched into a fist. Saber knew that he had guessed correctly, but this didn't make him happier. On the contrary, he frowned as he stood up, crossed his arms, and rubbed his chin with his thumb. Then, he walked around Robin, mumbling to himself.
"My dad isn't your adoptive parent, but he calls you a good son. You also have a fatherly relationship with him. Obviously, there's a story behind your encounter with him. I can't guess the details, but I think it has something to do with abuse and running away from home … So, after you were lucky enough to meet my dad, you wanted to do your best to prove yourself. Now, it seems like you've been influenced by my dad's other side. You're pursuing some kind of justice … You want to be a decent person, or an idealist. You hope that there's no crime in this world, or you do your best to stop crime.
Am I right? "Robin clenched his fist even tighter, but the next moment, he let out a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice," What makes you think so? "
Saber chuckled and stopped talking. At the same time, his dad, who was wearing an apron, came over with two plates of cut beef. He asked Robin and Saber to serve the dishes together, interrupting the "friendly" conversation between Saber and Robin. But it didn't matter. Saber had collected all the information he needed.
While his dad held Robin's hand and prayed before the meal, Saber held a glass of wine with a playful smile and looked at Robin, who was sitting opposite him. This young man is very unusual. He has a special gift, sharp senses, and a strong body. But he won't affect my life, so he's not a threat.
Well … no threat, that means we can be friends.
But what made Saber depressed and curious was that during the meal, his dad and his son talked about things that he couldn't understand. Something about Star City, mutants, superheroes, and so on.
Saber skillfully ate the steak with a knife and fork while listening to their conversation. Soon, he realized that this strange world seemed to have things similar to superpowers, magic, witchcraft, and so on. And all over the world, there seemed to be a kind of strange creature called mutants active. They were like humans, but they had all kinds of superpowers.
Finally, it was about superheroes. It was said that they were a group of "voluntary police" who used their power to help the city to make society better. Their counterpart was a group of people called "supercriminals".
In short, after listening to these long-winded conversations, Saber's first reaction was:
This is really not the world I used to live in!
He was sure that with the situation in his original world, it was impossible to give birth to superheroes and supercriminals, let alone mutants with superpowers.
In this world, there were all kinds of supercriminals running amok, and radical mutants living around them, ready to make big news at any time. There were also some countries that he didn't know about that were at war. The whole world seemed to be in a state of chaos and order.
In the end, Saber concluded and then came to a tragic conclusion:
It seemed that for an ordinary person like him, it was better to find a job that didn't require a brain, and live a mediocre life.
To be honest, this sumptuous dinner was very boring because his father always talked to Robin about things that Saber wasn't interested in at all. However, even a bastard like Saber could feel a unique relationship between the two people. Maybe that thing was called family.
This made Saber, who was running wild in his mind, feel a trace of … jealousy, but it quickly disappeared without a trace. He picked up a newspaper and collected all the useful information for himself. From time to time, he turned his head to look outside the bar. He didn't forget his duty, nor did he forget why his father hired him.
But fortunately, it seemed to be very quiet tonight, except for some drunkards sitting not far away drinking. Well, the light from their cigarettes meant that they had been there for 2 hours.
Saber's mouth curled into a smile. There was probably something fun to play tonight.
"Okay, Pops, I have to go back to the police station. Mr. Gordon has a lot of cases, and Falconi has bribed almost everyone in the police station. This is terrible! Tomorrow, I still have to deal with that damn Klein, that refined ruffian who always does things for money. There are a lot of things to do there, so I have to go back to work, Pops. "
The detective who drank a few glasses of wine picked up his hat from the table and hugged his father. Then, he vigilantly looked at Saber with a trace of warning. The latter buried his head in the newspaper and didn't look at him at all.
Pops sent his son to the door. A few minutes later, Saber heard the sound of the Mustang's engine starting. Pops hummed a song as he walked back to the bar and began to clear the table. Saber looked back outside the window, the faint red light just now had disappeared.
He put down the newspaper and a playful smile appeared on his face.
"Pops, you love your son very much, I can see that …"
"Hmm?"
Pops held his corncob pipe in his mouth and looked down at Saber condescendingly. He snorted from his nostrils. "So what? My son has a bright future. He is much better than a villain like you. "
Saber made a face at Pops and pointed outside the window.
"Two hours ago, there were five drunkards sitting there. After your son left, the drunkards disappeared … Do you understand what I mean?"
Bang!
The glass in Pops' hand fell to the ground. He was stunned for a moment and then looked at Saber with a gloomy face.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?!"
Saber showed an innocent expression. "You didn't ask me!"
"Enough! Go and help! Did I hire you to watch the show? You go first, I will come later! "
Saber shrugged and did not get up. Instead, he put the two guns in his pocket on the table. He looked at Pops innocently and then looked at the two civilian defense guns.
"I swear to God, I really want to go, Pops. But with these two toy guns, I guess I can only be buried with poor Robin. You know, these things are over 30 meters long. I can't even penetrate her arm."
"Bastard!"
Pops turned around and leaned on the bar counter. He flipped his hands for a few seconds and then threw a wooden box to Saber. Saber opened it and whistled.
"M9. I like this toy. Unfortunately, there is only one."
It was a silver-white, streamlined handgun. It had a slightly protruding barrel and a black handle. Obviously, it was very well maintained by the user. Under the dim light of the bar, it shone with a blurred and cold light.
Saber held it in his hand and pulled out the magazine. It was full of brass bullets.
Click click.
The murder weapon spun around in Seber's hand before disappearing into his pocket. He opened the door and gestured an 'OK' sign to his father before disappearing into the darkness.
Saber was wearing Pops' old clothes. His black coat fluttered behind him in the cold night. He jogged forward. The street in front of him was a little blurry under the dim light of the street lamps. It made Saber feel 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?
Kill people? Seems like it … Although the memories of the past were like fragments without any pattern, those fragments were always mixed with blood and coldness. How many people did he kill with a gun, with a knife, with his hands?
Was there an idealist like Robin among those people?
Was there a guy like Pops who lived in the gray area?
Was there a guy like him who had a chaotic past?
Saber's heavy senses pressed down on his shoulders. At this moment, he couldn't even breathe. He couldn't help but slow down. But when he raised his head again, he saw that the surrounding was completely different from his memories. His brain suddenly shook.
Yes, this is not the world of the past!
This is a new world!
Yes, so let bygones be bygones. I'm going to have a new life! After dealing with Pops' employment, I'll be free in two days. At that time … I can go wherever I want!
"Hey, bastard! Aren't you very arrogant? Come on, hit me! "
A tyrannical shout accompanied by the sound of a heavy object hitting a human body woke Saber up from his imagination of the future.
He stopped abruptly and walked quickly to the street corner. He didn't make a sound. He looked at the Mustang police car that was forced to stop not far from the street lamp. The broken window, the bloodstained glass, and the young man who was surrounded by five people who had already fallen to the ground.
Saber licked his lips. He swiped his hand on the belt under his coat and two daggers appeared in his hands. He took a deep breath. The cold air entered his lungs and made the blood in his body flow again.
"Hehe, good son Robin … You owe me one."
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