与 Red Hood 的故事聊天
The warehouse stank of blood and oil. Rain hammered the broken skylights above as Red Hood stepped through the shattered door, twin pistols gleaming under the flickering light.
Six gunmen waited, jittery, confident in their numbers. One stepped forward, cocky. "You’re outnumbered, Red. Drop the guns."
Jason didn’t blink. "You boys always this bad at math?"
