Chapter 96 Chapter 96 It’s hard to guess who the criminal is

Li Hua: "Jason, why do you keep your eyes closed? Are you too sleepy?"

"No, I'm just temporarily closing the window of my mind to clean it up." Jason opened his eyes, his face full of vicissitudes. "You two are truly both wise and brave. It makes me wonder what kind of enemy would send you two to this cram school."

The most terrifying thing is that even after all this, these two people have no intention of being taken back by Azmis and Dr. Maodun. Doesn't that mean that the enemies they will face will be even more dangerous?

Benjamin wasn't worried at all. "Maybe Vilgax, the Ghost Skeleton, Dong Wu, or some other co-evolved being are trying to get rid of me. Who knows? The bad guys' creative schemes are always hard to predict. Regardless, we'll be the winners in the end."

"Ben's right. My biggest concern right now is whether I really can't go on night patrol with you tomorrow," Li Hua said. "Even if I don't go to the front lines, I can just take a stroll behind the scenes. My bones aren't broken. Put yourself in their shoes. Can such a minor injury prevent you from going out for seven days?"

He didn't believe that Jason and Benjamin were such good kids.

Besides, Li Hua thought that his injury was not that serious at all. Although he was indeed hit by a bullet or an armor-piercing bullet, the bullet did not penetrate deep. There was even a small section of the bullet tail exposed outside. Without considering the pain and bleeding, Li Hua could pick it out with his fingers.

Although his right arm still hurt, he did not have a fever after resting at home for a day, which shows that the wound was not infected and that only his hand was injured, not his leg, which did not affect his ability to go out for a walk.

But obviously, that was just Li Hua's opinion.

Benjamin: "We don't usually call gunshot wounds minor injuries. Gunshot wounds aren't what they appear to be; they're more serious inside."

Jason: "Robin was shot and banned from night patrol for at least a month until the wound heals. By comparison, I'm only letting you rest for a week, but that's already a lot of leeway. Besides, don't you still have to study?"

"Why don't I just not join the fight? While you guys are fighting, I'll study. I can even have No. 666 read to me, letting the knowledge seep into my brain slowly, like the drip in an IV."

Li Hua argued with reason, just like a college student racking his brains to come up with a reason to ask for leave from his counselor.

"Now that Luther has appeared, it's very dangerous for Benjamin to act alone. He has no way to communicate every time he transforms. I can follow him and provide emergency support while ensuring he doesn't lose contact. He'll also be able to detect if anything happens to me."

"After all, it's well known that Luthor likes to use aliens for genetic experiments and cloning. Benjamin, you don't want several of your alien heroes to become parents, right? You also don't want to be like Superman, and Luthor airdrops his own child—a child with half of Luthor's genes, right?"

Benjamin: “…”

Benjamin: "Actually, I think Li Hua's suggestion is also very good. I will keep an eye on Li Hua and make sure nothing happens to him."

Jason looked at Benjamin in disbelief. Before he had even finished his advice, Benjamin asked, "Why did you defect to the enemy?"

Although Li Hua's scenario regarding Luther's crisis is both plausible and frightening, you switched sides too quickly! Why not at least pretend to think for a few minutes before switching sides?

Jason: "What about No. 666? Does No. 666 have any objections?"

No. 666, look at these two people, don’t you want to say a few words?

Of course, Li Hua also thought of this. He first persuaded No. 666 before talking to Benjamin Jason.

"I'm just a support system. As long as the host is mentally sound and has independent consciousness, I have no right to interfere with the host's decisions." Number 666's inorganic voice signaled the end of Jason's last bit of effort. "Besides, Li Hua said that this way he can't fight in close combat and can focus on practicing magic."

No. 666 is actually the easiest to convince, and it is not a system that dotes on its host.

After all, for an organization with such advanced technology that it can easily create a human being and replace a dying soul with a body as easily as changing the phone case, Li Hua's purely flesh wounds, which are shallow and do not threaten his life, are really nothing.

This job is accompanied by danger. If you can't even bear the pain of a minor injury, how can you have the courage to face and resolve disasters?

Jason was about to say something symbolically to make his announcement of a less than eight-hour break less ridiculous, but then he heard Li Hua offer a way out: "Once you gain enough experience, I'll give you the next card to draw."

"It's a deal!"

"It's a deal."

…

"So you guys just agreed to this? Really? You let the magic boy out on the third day after he was injured?"

In the communication, Nightwing's voice sounded extremely tired when he asked three questions.

If he hadn't happened to run into him during his night patrol, he would have had no idea that Li Hua, who was supposed to be recuperating from his injuries, had also slipped out.

Li Hua was injured in his dominant hand. In this state, could he still hold the flying wand?

"Hey, even though we've been working together a few times recently, we're not the team you lead, so we won't report everything to you," Red Hood said. "Bats have their own code of conduct, and magical boys have their own code of conduct."

"Don't worry, Nightwing, I will take good care of the magic boy. We are not children anymore." The new voice was filled with jumping electronic music in every sentence. Just by the sound, it was known that Benjamin had turned into Little Bobo this time. "Oh, let's talk later. I found something with one of us. Bye!"

Red Hood also hung up the phone. "I found a scumbag who was committing armed robbery. I'll end this long call here."

Nightwing, who was about to persuade him to go back but was muted, said: "..."

Although he was reluctant to say it, at this moment, he actually understood Batman a little bit subtly.

Nightwing switched his comm device to a private channel and vented his frustrations to Oracle: "When I was first shot, Batman banned me from night patrol for two months. Even when I did a backflip in front of him to prove I was healed, he still wouldn't let me go."

The Oracle's voice was filled with laughter: "Perhaps it was because you were still a child at that time."

"There's not a huge difference between sixteen and eleven. In my opinion, they're all children..." Nightwing stopped talking, surprised to find that his words were very similar to Batman's lecture in his memory.

[I'm not nine anymore, I'm eleven!]

[I don't see the difference. To me, whether you are nine or eleven, you are still a child.]

Look, exactly the same!

Oracle: "Why are you silent?"

Nightwing scratched his hair irritably. "I just realized that I seem to be talking more and more like Batman."

Will he become an old-fashioned control freak like Bruce in the future, acting like others owe him money and saying "We need to talk"?

Absolutely don't do that!

The oracle thought of a big blue bird squatting somewhere. He found that one of his words was a bit similar to the one he had scolded his adoptive father before. The image of the bird chirping nervously and frustratedly made him burst out laughing.

Nightwing was even more frustrated: "Oracle...are you laughing at me??"

Oracle: "No, professional intelligence personnel don't laugh at frustrated teammates on the communication channel, even if that's her ex-boyfriend... Puff... Unless they can't help it... Puff hahahahahaha——"

"You're just laughing at me." Nightwing said pitifully, "I'm sad."

Oracle: "Really? Is that heartbroken boy still in the mood to have dinner together this weekend?"

"Of course, how could I miss it?" Nightwing happily made an appointment with Oracle for a weekend meeting and said, "May God bless me so that I don't have to work overtime this weekend."

People need something to look forward to. As long as there is something to look forward to, whether it is a long vacation, a bonus, playing a game with a good friend, or even buying a cup of milk tea to reward yourself after get off work, people will be more motivated to face the difficulties that follow.

Under the temptation of the weekend, Dick worked intensive night patrols in Bludhaven for three consecutive nights and worked hard at the police station during the day. Several senior police officers holding coffee cups couldn't help but sigh privately that young people are more energetic.

Perhaps the night activities of "Nightwing" and the Magic Boys F3 reduced the workload of the Blüdhaven Police Department, or perhaps God felt that Dick had been too hard during this period and decided to give this young man who did good deeds some compensation. The Blüdhaven Police Department did not say they would work overtime this weekend.

The moment Dick walked out of the police station door after get off work, he felt like he was alive again.

The Bludhaven Police Department doesn't work overtime, which means that after he finishes his night patrol tonight, he will be free during the day tomorrow!

Weekend! A wonderful weekend is waiting for him!

…

Li Hua: "Nightwing is missing?"

"It's too early to tell, but I can't reach him," the oracle said. "Did you see him on your night watch tonight?"

Jason frowned. "No, we usually go about our own business on night patrol. Unless we happen to run into each other, we don't usually go out of our way to meet up. Ben, have you seen Nightwing?"

"No."

Benjamin had just brought Jason and Li Hua back to the apartment. He had not yet released his Kryptonian form, but during the conversation he had already scanned the entire Blüdhaven with his super vision.

"I can't find him anywhere in Blüdhaven. Could he have gone back to Gotham? There are a lot of lead-containing buildings there."

"If he returned to Gotham on his own, there's no way he wouldn't have contacted me, and there's no way I couldn't get through." Oracle sent a coordinate. "I found out he was last seen on camera when he was leaving get off work at the Blüdhaven Police Station. These are the coordinates where he last disappeared."

"I'll go look around there."

Benjamin's figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was holding a photo of Nightwing in his hand. Judging from the angle, it was undoubtedly a candid photo.

But considering that Nightwing in the photo is between high-rise buildings, the person who took this photo is obviously no ordinary person.

"This photo was found on the window of an apartment building near where Dick disappeared, facing outwards. There was a strange object on the windowsill below the photo, and I brought it along thinking it might be useful."

Benjamin opened his hand, and a coin engraved with an owl pattern lay quietly in his palm.

"Do you have any idea about this thing?"

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