The talkative raven in the world of American comics

Chapter 124 Unsung Heroes

Chapter 124 The Unsung Hero (Part 1)

Spying on others is a very troublesome thing.

Because you can't help but wonder if he really is as he seems to me.

Okay, I have to admit, I'm heavily influenced by Batman in this respect.

However, things get much more complicated when your surveillance target meets the following two conditions.

First, they realized they were being monitored.

Second, they don't care if the monitors know they know.

"That's a wrap, kid."

The death knell tolled in Jason's earpiece: "To deduce that guy's background and organization using only listening devices, that's excellent, commendable."

Jason asked, "So, no problem?"

"No problem at all. The information matches the database in MI5. Bat has trained you very well. Of course, I'm the one responsible for refining you."

"6

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Deathstroke stared at the electronic screen in front of him and saw that the red dot had not moved and was still in the same place.

Deathstroke couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? A tumor on your leg?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communicator, then a reply came: "I'm just curious why Schulich would suddenly cooperate with the Ifgini gang..."

Shurik Ivanko is the person Jason is currently monitoring.

He was a bomb-making guy, and Jason even learned quite a bit from him during the days he monitored him.

Of course, I learned it by stealing it.

The Ifgini gang is a group of Russians, and during Jason's investigation, he discovered that the gang was being watched by Interpol and three other police organizations.

For reasons that Batman once taught him.

Jason chose to continue monitoring.

He could indeed finish his work and go home now, and then begin new training missions.

but.

But he didn't know why he had to continue monitoring.

Maybe it's out of curiosity.

Maybe.

Deathstroke crossed his arms, the single eye on his mask rapidly analyzing information.

Thanks to his super brain, which was 90% developed, he quickly deduced a lot of information.

Deathstroke said, "Interesting. This group seems to be trying to create a chain reaction across all of London..."

...the bombing.

Jason remained silent for a moment, and seeing that Deathstroke didn't continue sharing information, he couldn't help but ask, "And then?"

"And then? If you want to know any other information, you'll have to pay extra."

"Seriously?"

"Of course, this isn't my job. Why should I waste my time helping you stop a terrorist attack?"

Jason sighed speechlessly, "I thought our master-disciple relationship was very good."

Deathstroke replied, "That's precisely because of the master-disciple relationship that we need to pay extra."

He then suggested, "How about this? Have your mom transfer five million dollars to my account, and I'll help you solve this terrorist attack that involves seven hundred lives."

Fuck you.

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"Then you go and do your own thing, kid."

Deathstroke deactivated its communications and disappeared.

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Jason, several miles away, took off the monitor he was wearing and rubbed his face.

His statement on Deathstroke was not too surprising.

After a year of working together, he had basically figured out the other party's habits and that he was a pure mercenary.

They'll only do things if you pay them.

You almost never see him do anything on a sudden whim; he's completely selfish.

Jason often subconsciously compares him to Batman, eventually coming to a conclusion.

While Batman is annoying, Deathstroke is even more annoying.

"So now it's just us left?"

Jason turned his head and glanced at Oz on his shoulder, who was grooming its fur.

Noticing Jason's gaze, it immediately covered its small chest with its wings, its scarlet eyes gleaming menacingly: "Spying on me again? I'll post you online and accuse you of sexual harassment!"

"You standing on my shoulder constitutes physical contact; I'm being lenient by not suing you."

"That's animal discrimination! I'm telling animal rights activists, you're finished!"

Jason rolled his eyes, jumped down from the tree with ease, and landed without making a sound.

The person he was monitoring, Shurik, had already gotten into his car and was about to leave; he had to follow him and see.

"Interesting. I feel like a secret agent in a movie who accidentally discovers a terrorist organization and then goes to take them out on his own."

"I feel like I'm going crazy."

Jason didn't know if he was talking to Oz or to himself.

But upon hearing Jason's words, Oz on his shoulder replied, "In that respect, you're quite like my little Peter."

Jason hopped on a motorcycle, put on his helmet, and asked in a muffled voice, "How does it look like one?"

"They're all orphans... uh, no, they're the kind of busybodies who like to meddle, and I mean... very kind?"

"Did he kill someone?"

Jason twisted the throttle, and the rear tire of the motorcycle rubbed against the ground. He then turned around and headed towards another road.

He had to keep a low profile and not let Schulich find out.

"Don't kill."

"I am different from him. I will kill, so my kindness is greater than his kindness."

Jason quickly located the other party's position using the locator he had placed in Schulich's car.

However, he did not show up arrogantly within a mile of their area.

Instead, they positioned themselves in a perfectly concealed location that ensured the signal wouldn't be interrupted, allowing them to continue monitoring the other side.

Jason looked up at the sky; it was a clear, bright white.

It would be better if it were nighttime.

Because he's currently surrounded by vast fields, if a helicopter were to appear in the middle of it, he'd be finished.

He gazed into the distance, his eyes landing on the small farm in the far reaches of the sky.

Very good, a stable, an abandoned warehouse.

Jason increasingly felt like he was participating in a spy movie.

"Get ready to reveal your plans, you villains."

Inside an abandoned warehouse.

Shurik Ivanko is an obese guy.

He wore thick glasses and didn't look like someone who would make bombs; he seemed more like a couch potato who stayed in his rented room watching anime.

Shurik leaned against the fence, took out his phone, and waited for the leader of the Ifgini gang to arrive.

Just a few minutes.

The warehouse door was pushed open, and a tall, thin man wearing sunglasses appeared.

Upon meeting, Schulrick said, "To be honest, I think this place is not as good as that tavern."

Yuri Karanov took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of sharp eyes.

Yuri replied, "Don't worry, we're not being followed. The MI5 guys probably think I'm just playing around with my little nephew."

"I hope so."

Schulich shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Those bombs," Yuri said, "we'll be using them tomorrow."

"So urgent?"

"We have no choice, Schulich."

Yuri took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, offered one to Shurik, and when Shurik didn't smoke it, he simply took the cigarette himself, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

"call."

Yuri exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "We've lost contact with most of our contacts; they all know we're surrounded by surveillance, tracking, and eavesdropping."

"If this continues, the business will eventually disappear. You know how important these things are to us."

Schulrick pushed up his glasses: "This will affect a large number of innocent people."

"It doesn't matter, as long as they don't blame the wrong person."

Are you sure this will work?

"Of course, I know those government officials all too well. When something like this happens, they'll be reassigned to deal with more important matters, and that's when our business can resume."

"6

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One mile away.

Jason continued listening to their conversation, while also noticing that Oz had disappeared again.

That's great, now I'm all alone.

"No teacher, no friends, only myself."

Just like before, I feel really lonely.

Jason thought to himself, then quickly processed their conversation, mentally constructing a coherent intelligence network.

Shurrick was hired by the Ifgini gang to carry out bombings throughout London, and Deathstroke wasn't wrong about that; he was indeed clever.

Following the bombing, the government will focus its attention on the terrorists, and regard the Ifgini gang and other domestic criminal organizations as secondary issues.

Therefore, the Ifgini gang only needs to do this on a sunny afternoon tomorrow.

It was just a random bombing that killed seven hundred people.

Then business could continue.

Jason Todd.

"What exactly are you doing? What good would it do you to stop this bombing?"

"Are you trying to prove something?"