[Comprehensive Yingmi] It’s all the face that hurt me

Gotham.

The earth shook, as if an unknown energy spiraled out of the ground and squeezed into the crowd, bringing an inexplicable sense of panic.

The leaves that fell on the ground floated up against gravity, and then fell again, as if they were brought back to life at that moment.

The tide in Gotham port was originally calm and cold, as if it was boiling, a string of bubbles appeared, like countless wailing sounds, rushing to the shore.

Jason stood on the edge of the port, he looked down at the waters icily, and as expected, Reshaw Ogu and the others were nearby.

Due to the sudden, salty wind, Jason put on a black windbreaker, which was rare. The sound of the wind brushed against his coat, leaving a trace of a black dividing line.

He took out the gloves from his pocket and put them on slowly, sniffing the faint smell of blood in the air.

They are ready.

Dick crouched like a nocturnal cat on the high container next to him, his soft body curled into a ball.

He was also wearing casual clothes, raised his hands that were hanging by his sides, touched his hair hanging on his forehead, and sighed: "...Damian, come out."

As his words fell, a familiar figure of a boy came out from the shadow of the blind corner of the street lamp emitting orange light.

Damian put on his Robin uniform, except for the two sharp long swords that he didn't usually have in his waist.

His gaze hidden behind the domino mask was indifferent, and he hardly made any sound when he stepped on the ground with his boots, but the other party still found him.

Dick's distressed voice said, "Didn't they tell you to stay with Tim in Wayne Manor and wait for Lex to come and make a follow-up plan?"

Damian crossed his arms with both hands, looked up at Dick's half-dark silhouette, and said coldly: "I haven't seen my grandfather for a long time."

And the last time they met, this man who was supposed to be his grandfather was about to kill him, who was related to him by blood, and tried to take his body.

Therefore, it is impossible for Damian to stay in Wayne Manor.

"But we don't wear uniforms, and you know why," said Dick, putting his finger down and scratching the side of his cheek, hesitantly, "because..."

Because they had suffered from Lei Xiao Augu, the equipment of the bats would instead become a weapon for the opponent to hurt them.

Lei Xiao is a master who is quite accomplished in both magic and fighting, and their equipment will be stolen by the other party instead.

Surprise is the best way.

Damian waved his hand at Dick above his head: "I know, but it has nothing to do with me appearing here."

Dick was speechless for a while, he couldn't help looking at Jason, who turned around in his sight, and said, "Since he wants to come, then come."

The next moment, the entire ground shook, as if an earthquake had suddenly erupted in Gotham. The water flow swirled and gradually rose to the water level, and the climbing tide wet Jason's boots.

With a shake of his shoulders, he took off his coat in an instant, and it slid down beside his shoes without a sound, kneeling beside Jason like a creeping shadow.

Jason's green eyes stared at the tumbling water, lost in thought.

"Don't act casually." On the other hand, Dick was still admonishing worriedly, and Damian rolled his eyes, "It's not that I don't believe you, but..."

"Shut up, I won't."

"Although Jason looks reckless, he won't act recklessly," Dick kept talking, trying to make Damian realize the importance of this matter, "Look, the reason why he is standing here I haven't..."

——It’s not yet the time agreed upon by Lex and them.

Besides, Damian had no idea what their plan was.

It was as if he was deliberately hitting Dick in the face. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a slight puffing sound in front of him.

Dick's eyes widened. He couldn't help standing up and looking towards the sound, which was where Jason was standing before.

The figure of the young man standing on the shore has disappeared, leaving only the faded pure black coat on the shore, which can prove that Jason was standing on the shore in good condition a few seconds ago, but now, he has no Dick with him. One of the people acted.

Dick: "..."

Damian pointed, and nodded in the direction where Jason disappeared: "Is this what you said to be obedient?"

Dick took a deep breath and roared, "Jason!—"

……

Jason fell into the water, like a mirror that penetrated through a layer of Alice in Wonderland, and instantly entered a brand new environment, and the surroundings immediately became quiet.

The blue to black current wrapped him tightly like a silkworm cocoon, and the eardrums were squeezed by the water pressure, and he swam downstream, driving a string of bubbles behind him.

A few fish swam past him, their original course was disrupted by his trajectory, and they fled in all directions in terror.

Jason turned on the device on his wrist, adjusted it a bit, and the green light with a normal signal was revealed. He withdrew his hand and continued to swim down quickly.

He glanced, Lex was still connected, he didn't know what Tim was doing.

His unprotected skin was starting to ache from the heavy dive, but Jason could bear it.His black hair spread out in the water, and it was incredibly soft, revealing the facial features that looked more eye-catching underwater, and his eyes seemed to become gentle under the water lines.

What Jason has to do is to open the water valve hidden under Gotham's port.

He can hold his breath for nearly 6 minutes without any protective measures, which is his limit.

This valve was just behind an underwater pipeline, and he had already come in front of it after diving less than ten meters.

This is the reason why they didn't bring diving equipment. This is a narrow pipe that only one person can barely pass through. There is no room for stretching. Jason can only see its dark corners at a glance, and he doesn't know the layout inside.

Logically speaking, it is more appropriate for Dick to do this matter. Because he was born in a circus, his body is soft, he can perform many difficult movements, and he can hold his breath for 7 minutes.

But Jason really didn't want to see the other party dive into the water, and he could only stand dryly on the shore and watch the wind.

He burrowed into the pipe, and the device that switched on the signal glowed a ghostly dark green, illuminating the route for a few feet.

Jason began to float in with the current, glancing at the time on his wrist.

2 minutes have passed.

And Tim still didn't connect to the signal at the time they agreed on.

In the absence of a map, Jason held his breath, chose the most likely path, and found himself back at the origin again 1 minute later.

He tentatively pressed the instrument on his wrist a few times and patted it, thinking in his heart: Even if Dick came, Tim's speed would make him nervous.

Just as he was muttering in his heart, the device froze for a moment, and a ray of light fell in front of Jason.

—It's Tim's face.

"...Why are you underwater?" Tim was surprised, "Didn't you let Dick go?"

Jason made a zipper movement on his mouth, and it was impossible for him to answer any of his questions right now, and he didn't have time to explain.

Of course, even if Jason had the chance, he wouldn't pay attention to Tim, a problem person. This was his style.

"..."

Fortunately, Tim knew what was more important. After a brief surprise, he passed the route to Jason's device neatly.

He didn't think much about it, and went straight along the route at the fastest speed.

Jason felt his heart ache due to the heavy load, and there were subtle red lines in the water in front of his eyes... His ears began to bleed first, his body gradually began to feel cold, and the bottom of his nose also felt itchy.

The bottom of the water in summer is even colder than imagined at night, and it no longer has the gentle feeling of being tanned by the sun during the day.

30 seconds.

This time it took him only 30 seconds to get to the valve.

Even Jason couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw it, and didn't waste any more time.

He didn't care about the more blood flowing out, and came to the valve——

A combination lock.

"Can it be cracked?" He looked at the screen, his eyes seemed to be saying this.

Tim replied, "No time, blow it up."

He was right, even if Tim could crack the combination lock left by the black mask in ten seconds, it would not be as quick and easy as dynamite.

Jason sighed in his heart, Bruce was going to pretend to be charitable again to compensate for the loss here...

While thinking this way, he quickly took out a patch with red dots from his pocket, and attached it to the valve.

Jason backed away quickly, slashing past like a bird in the air, and opened the distance. Immediately, the impact of the water wave was pushed by the explosive. , I still feel that my internal organs seem to be sinking slowly.

To be on the safe side, he waited for three seconds for a new vortex to appear, sucking all the water in the port.

They will flow into the pipeline along the valve, rushing all the way to the black mask's underground warehouse, and then fall head-on, creating a shocking artificial rainstorm.

The bats investigated the location. The ceremony may be held in the underground warehouse of Black Mask. The warehouse has been hollowed out and spread all the way to the port. As long as the valve is opened, the water pressure will rush the water into the warehouse, submerging all the layout of the ceremony. Disrupt Lei Xiao's plan.

This is the simplest and most flattering way.

But the red dot of the dynamite went off, Jason thought calmly, it's over, it didn't work.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Tim open his mouth: "..."

If it wasn't the right time, Jason really wanted to mock Tim's dazed and stupid look, but the other party obviously didn't expect it to be like this.

But in fact, he had already wasted several seconds, Jason's time was running out, and he couldn't waste any more time on it.

He swam to the valve again, and now he could only crack the combination lock to open the valve.

...Easy, a few seconds, but Jason didn't have the time.

He can only choose to turn back immediately, or choose to be trapped here and wait to die.

Immediately aware of his intentions, Tim raised his voice and warned: "—Jason! Leave it alone, go back!"

He must be starting to get nervous, because Tim knows that speaking to Jason in that tone will irritate him, so Tim wouldn't do it normally calm.

But he turned a deaf ear and lowered his head to study the combination lock of the valve.

Judging from the abnormal signs he observed in Gotham just now, the ceremony must have already been carried out, and perhaps it is about to reach the most critical point, and no minute or second can be wasted.

They can't expect another 10 minutes to read the conversion ceremony. From Jason's point of view, this time is running out, not only him, but also...

Attar.He pronounced the name.

A string of small bubbles was born under the bass, and emerged from his lips in a hurry.

"There's still time, Jason!" Tim's voice pleaded, as if his stubbornness was overwhelmed, "...go away?"

Jason sighed inwardly as he cracked the code.

…you have no idea, I love summer and a lot of the stories start in summer.

Jason was talking to himself, knowing no one would hear him, but he had to talk to someone.

These thoughts swirling in his mind are like small oranges that have shrunk from plump to exuding a seductive overripe scent.

The truth is that he and Atal met in the summer a few years ago, and the first time they parted was at the end of the summer.

Now they meet again, and a new intersection and story is born, again in one summer.

The timing was so coincidental, it was like a precise layout.

But this time, he didn't want the ending to be a "summer limited" again, because Jason didn't want to put everything on waiting.

——He wanted to have a chance to talk with Atar in the autumn.

At that time, the lush scene of summer may dissipate, and leaves will fall, leaving only bare branches and withered lawns without any aesthetic feeling, and pedestrians will be far more bleak than summer, it is not a season of vitality...

But what Jason wanted was actually that simple.

The author has something to say: but the story is limited to summer