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Having the sole objective of only entertaining the readers. Enjoy~
Power stone, please
Good day
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Knowing what it feels like to be in pain, is exactly why we try to be kind to others.
JIRAIYA (NARUTO)
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"What is this? Robot?"
"Kill this ghost!"
The gangsters were killed by a small gangster and turned on their backs, all kinds of stumps and broken arms were everywhere. They were in a hurry, shooting randomly, but the little Transformers were too flexible, and occasionally hitting one or two bullets would not help.
Every time a little Transformers haunts, someone must scream and fall down, clutching his forever lost feet in pain.
"This thing is... you are the mechanic? You are a nobleman of the Stark Group, why should you oppose our Falcon family!"
Aaron led the shot randomly, and the little Transformers avoided him under Downey's conscious search control. He wants to leave Aaron's life and ask for some information.
Anderson was stunned. He clenched his fists tightly. He had already planned to do his best. He didn't expect that the owner was so powerful and would kill all these people in an instant! mechanic? Is this young man the one who is often mentioned recently? If it were this person, then maybe it could really overthrow the Falcon family...
Just in Anderson's cranky thoughts, the entire narrow alley was almost turned into a small purgatory, full of gangster corpses. Many people had their ankles cut off and screamed bitterly. To this kind of people who hadn't died, Downey shot them headshot and sent them on the road.
In the end, only Aaron survived, and Aaron was almost frightened. He is a small boss, but wherever he has experienced this kind of enemy, the transcendent level is simply not something he can participate in.
"You...monster!" Aaron muttered to himself, with a few drops of blood still on his face.
Downey kicked Aaron against the wall, pinched his neck, and asked, "Tell me your position, all the information you know, and who sent you here? And the Falcon family. Some strongholds."
"I know!" Anderson stared at Aaron with a bit of bitterness. It was Aaron this running dog who took the lead in ruining his family. "Some of the Falcon family's strongholds, including several hotels, are all Falcon's. industry."
Aaron's face was pale, and the hand on his neck pinched him like iron tongs, making him almost out of breath.
"The Falcon family sent me to clean up those who are not good to the family, and choke all possible signs of hostility in the cradle..." Aaron said breathlessly.
"Lie, your heartbeat has been faster just now." Downey was expressionless.
Aaron really changed his face. He took a few breaths, calmed his heartbeat, swallowed, and said, "Someone gave me money. Let me come here at this time to get rid of Anderson and you."
"Oh? Wayne Enterprise sent you?"
"It should be... that person is very bold in his action..."
Squeak!
In the next second, Downey broke Aaron's neck. Anderson watched this scene blankly, his head a little confused, he didn't understand what was going on.
"Wayne Enterprise? Are you not a representative of the Stark Group? What are they doing to get rid of you? And Aaron is a member of the Falcon family. That's right. The rats in Gotham City know this." Anderson asked blankly. Tao.
"Do you really believe what he said?" Downey looked at Anderson meaningfully, "His first sentence really lied. His action was not sent by the Falcon family at all, because they don't need to be lighthearted. Being an enemy of me, this is not worth the loss..."
Downey paused and continued: "But again, he lied in the second sentence...Heartbeat is a very funny thing. The first time a lie is exposed, his heartbeat will speed up even if he is an individual. It's hard to pass the heartbeat test if you lie again."
"Besides, it doesn't matter whether it is a person from Wayne Enterprise, because whether it is or not, the result is the same... a person like him doesn't know much." Downey squinted his eyes and reached out his hand to take away the little one. Put it away and slowly left this small alley.
Anderson looked around blankly, and Downey's words were a bit clouded, which confused him. How do you call it "all the same", who the **** is it? When Anderson looked up again, Downey's figure had already gone away. Anderson's complexion was uncertain, and finally gritted his teeth and quickly followed.
As long as Downey does not reject him, he will follow Downey! And this man just came to Gotham soon, he must need a ground snake, he Anderson grew up in this city since he was a child, is the best ground snake!
An ordinary car on the roadside spontaneously drove into the small alley without a driver, and turned into a two-meter-high Transformer, gathered the corpses together and threw them into the car. Then left quietly, this process did not disturb anyone.
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A few hours later, someone found fresh blood on the ground in the alley and hurriedly called the police. Several police cars roared around the alley, and a team of police pulled up a long strip to block the scene.
The old police officer Gordon, as a rare conscientious policeman in Gotham City in recent years, is committed to the public and never accepts any bribes. From the Falcone era to the current Falcon era, he has always adhered to his principles. .
"How is the situation, are there any clues? Is it human blood or animal blood?" Gordon rushed to the scene first. Since the chaotic era of Falcone, such large-scale vicious incidents have rarely occurred in recent years.
"The test result came out. It was all human blood. It happened just a few hours ago," said a forensic doctor on the spot.
"Call up the cameras in this area."
"The cameras here have been destroyed artificially and cannot be viewed. You can't even find your fingerprints here."
Gordon smashed his fist on the wall. What he hates most in his life is lawless criminals. Thanks to Batman, the dark knight fighting criminals, the city has finally become a little better.
That night, the bat lights were on again, shining high into the clouds, and carved a shadow of a bat in the sky. In the cold wind, Gordon couldn't help wrapping himself in his coat. He was getting older and his bones were getting worse and worse.
"There is new trouble again, there is a murder case." Gordon looked at the sudden appearance of the black figure, and had long been accustomed to the way Batman appeared. This is how the two of them cooperated over the years.
"Who? Or the Joker?" Batman was shrouded in the shadows, asking in a hoarse voice after changing his voice.
"It's hard to tell, it may be, it may not. This is related report information." Gordon handed the documents to Batman with a serious expression. "First, temporarily characterize this case and the Joker incident as a case and focus on the investigation. The whereabouts of the clown...but my instinct tells me that we may have new troubles."
"It's a coincidence, I feel this way too."
Batman jumped down from the tall building. He opened his cloak and faced the biting cold wind. In the dark night sky, like a giant bat with a ferocious body, he rushed towards the prey fiercely.
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good day
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This history has no interest in offending any party.
Having the sole objective of only entertaining the readers. Enjoy~
Power stone, please
Good day
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"When you give up, that's when the game ends."
– Mitsuyoshi Anzai (Slam Dunk)
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Gotham City has simple folk customs, and Arkham has many talents.
This long-lived folk rhyme alone has all the way to the sinful city of Gotham. The citizens of Gotham are so simple, so simple that theft and robbery have become commonplace. Countless criminals are straightforward, and they are absolutely unambiguous when they say that they rob you. The well-known local Arkham Psychiatric Hospital is a sacred place for talented people.
Arkham is not so much a hospital but a super prison, all kinds of high-tech methods are attached to this prison. A large number of vicious criminals are imprisoned here every year.
It is no exaggeration to say that any criminal who can control Arkham must be the king of Gotham.
To this day, Arkham has a special visitor: the shareholder of Stark Group, a prestigious mutant, the mechanic Downey.
To be honest, when Downey came to visit, the warden of Arkham was still very surprised. What did this guy come to Arkham for? This kind of prison makes countless people who are spoiled and spoiled, let alone go in, just smelling the smell of sin can make them vomit.
No one knows the purpose of Downey's coming here, and no one knows what the mechanic, who doesn't understand business at all, wants to do in Stark's team. Many speculations are circulating secretly, but few are reliable, and Downey has not revealed them to the outside world at all.
But the warden was all smiles, nodded, and bowed to open the door for Downey and others, with an extremely respectful attitude. No wonder his attitude, no matter who came, he had to greet him with a smile on the face of Downey who was opening a road with money. Who will have trouble with money these years?
Not to mention, the Arkham area is a famously poor place in Gotham. Except for the slums in the old city, the Arkham area considers itself the second poorest, and absolutely no one dares to come out to fight for the first place. Dealing with this group of criminal madmen all day, the pressure of various public officials is really great, and what is terrible is that there is not much oil and water to fish, which is really hateful. It's rare to have a big money like Downey, as long as you are not stupid, you can hug it tightly, and you can at least get generous extra money.
"Hey, you deserve to be a legendary mechanic. You don't take the usual path. Come to Arkham for sightseeing..."
The police officer who followed was whispering. Little people like them actually don't know much about Downey. A lot of things are heard from the ears. They only know that this guy seems to be dangerous and should be strong... But they didn't really care, strong? Can you beat Batman better? Batman defeated the terrorist who almost destroyed the entire Gotham! The mechanic is just a mutant, can he be so strong?
There are prisons everywhere in Arkham, with complex terrain and tight monitoring. Layers of guards are patrolling with batons. The facilities in some places were outdated, and the lights on the top flashed and flashed, adding a bit of gloom.
Mouse Anderson looked left and right, sweating on his forehead, trembling as he walked. Arkham usually accumulates too much prestige, this is a complete danger zone.
Seeing someone come in, a prisoner arrogantly provokes Downey and laughs wildly. Countless prisoners roared and howled.
"The newcomer is here again, everyone should greet him and give him a welcome ceremony!"
"Come on, little chick, there are big bananas here!"
The prisoners clamored.
"Mr. Downey, let's talk about it. You will come back and leave when you see the person you want to see. Let's not do it casually..." The warden was still muttering, and he was helpless in the next second.
When passing by a prison, an arm suddenly stretched out of the cage and raised his **** to Downey, accompanied by crazy laughter.
Then the **** was broken off.
Downey pulled the screaming prisoner through the cage, put a **** severed finger into his mouth, pinched his cheek, and forced him to swallow. The prisoner's eyes were bloodshot, almost sticking out. Even at a distance, Downey easily threw the prisoner against the wall. The strength of a thousand catties was no joke.
A huge pool of blood appeared on the wall and spread slowly.
The entire prison was silent for a moment as if countless unruly generations were choked at the same time, chucking but speechless. The murderous criminals were dumbfounded, and the curse that had filled the sky just now was smashed into the stomach with a fist, just like the severed finger just now. Where did this ruthless man come from, killing people in front of the warden without blinking his eyes? And that power...
"Mr. Downey... It will be very troublesome to kill someone!" The warden's eyes flickered.
"Let's make a price, just one life, Arkham, this horrible place, are there few lives caused?" Downey was expressionless, his knife-like eyes passed through prison after prison, and the criminals inside suddenly fell silent.
The warden smiled bitterly, but the uncle said lightly. Human lives are really worthless in Arkham, but that was a year ago. Since the birth of Batman, Arkham has almost become his backyard, throwing in a group of criminals every few times~www.mtlnovel.com~ and even chatting with a group of felons about life. If one is found out this day, he, the warden, will be the first to be questioned.
"I'm looking for Klein, Klein the Scarecrow! It's not this bunch of so-called trash. Look at this bunch of things, robbers? Rape? Have a fart! An old man with a kitchen knife is more useful than them!" Downey suddenly raised his voice, with a violent expression, "I gave you a lot of money to open the back door for me. Do you really think my money is easy to get?"
Downey's tone became heavier and heavier, he was going to meet Klein before Batman arrived, and then figure out a way to get him out.
The warden wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and the bitterness at the corners of his mouth became thicker by three points. He didn't understand Klein's usefulness but felt that the money in his pocket was a bit hot. Under the banner of the Stark Group, this mutant still acts so unscrupulously, regardless of influence. That Klein knew that he was just thrown in by Batman not long ago. He was a weird guy, but he was worthy of Downey's attention.
The warden thought he would be beaten to death by Batman.
The group speeded up their pace, and under the leadership of the warden, they entered the lowest level of Arkham Prison. The prisoners here are not criminals with great crimes, but guys with high intelligence. If such people are easily released, it will be harmful. Far from being comparable to other criminals.
At the lowermost level, the warden finally stopped and pointed to the delicate young man in the prison in a daze: "He is Klein, a strange guy, just not long after he was thrown in by Batman."
Downey stood at the door, through the thick iron door, looking at the legendary scarecrow through the glass window. His most important purpose in coming to this city is to find the Bacchus factor, and Klein is the most critical clue he can come into contact with.
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sorry for the short chapter
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