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Power stone, please
Good day
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"I'll leave tomorrow's problems to tomorrow's me."
– Saitama (One-Punch Man)
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"Okay, there's no way, I thought the two of us could reach a consensus..." The clown put the knife into his mouth, flicking it left and right, his eyes flipped up and down like nervousness, and he was muttering words, but no one could listen. Understand what he is talking about.
"But Donnie, as your friend, I want to remind you that the hypocrite of Batman may not let you go. You have done things that cross the line in his eyes... Batman thinks Gotham is his city, but if you Reach in, and he will find a way to chop your paws and drive you out forever—or throw you into Arkham Prison? No, no, no, hehe. Most importantly, You still killed a lot of people in Gotham..."
"You arranged the Aaron gang..." Downey felt extremely troubled, and dealing with the clown was really a bad thing. Because you never know where the clown will go next... This is a crazy and confused person, you never want to see through the heart of this kind of person.
"I don't know you so well, don't call me "friend", what do you want to do?" Downey frowned.
"Didn't I say that, lift the veil of Batman's hypocrisy? That **** always decides people's life and death, but he never considers that it is actually a mortal... He is not as great as he imagined! And I will tear off his hypocritical mask with my own hands and throw the cowardly dark knight to the world!" The clown waved his arms, crazy.
Downey suddenly felt a headache. Damn, you and Batman fell in love and killed each other. You still have to pull me in, what is the clown's brain circuit thinking about?! Joker and Batman are rivals, whoever participates will be unlucky.
Downey looked gloomy, and finally smashed the tablet with a fist, then kicked the frightened gangster out.
Batman went to Hong Kong. This time gave the Joker enough room to operate. The high levels of the city will be assassinated by the Joker one by one. The battle between Batman and the Joker is about to begin. Downey has been set up in the old town of Gotham. With the chess piece Anderson, you only need to do what you need to do and find clues.
Klein slowly walked out of the darkness, he was confined to this room this time.
"It seems that you are being watched by that guy... he wants to pull you in and mess up the whole situation." Klein picked up the tablet and patted the dust on it, "If I were you, I wouldn't care about so much. , Just kill all the people... It's not difficult with your skills, you are a high-level mutant."
Downey was silent, how could it be so simple? Not to mention the Joker, Batman is a tricky opponent. If the master is not sure, he will never do it easily. Once he does it, it means he is ready for everything.
"You can actually leave the things in the old town to me, I can do better than that Anderson. The poison gas I made is much better than any firearm." Klein gently placed the broken tablet on the table, intentionally Said accidentally.
"No, you are a very important guy. The Shadow Warrior Alliance will contact you one day, and I will follow the vines to find their headquarters." Downey didn't know when he took out a coin and played with it. To be honest, he was a bit disappointed. Klein obviously didn't know the secret incident of the Shadow Warrior Alliance. Klein didn't even know what the Bacchus factor was.
As for Klein's careful thinking, he was also clear. Not only would he not let this criminal genius out, but would tighten the chain around his neck even harder.
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I don't know when it started, and a depressive atmosphere was gradually spreading throughout the old city, which was occasionally mixed with a strong smell of blood. A large number of weapons have flowed into the old city. No one knows the specific number, and no one knows how many people have obtained weapons. But at least one thing is true. More and more people in the old city began to take up arms against the Falken family.
The sporadic gunshots rang out in the silent air, mixed with a biting chill, which was fascinating. After the Falken family reacted, they immediately sent a large number of people to the old city to brutally suppress those who resisted.
"Where did these untouchables get so many weapons!" A small team leader evaded a bullet in a panic and got behind the bunker in a panic. The stench of **** exuded from the bunker, which made him almost vomit out all the food he ate at noon.
"Their weapons are all from the Stark Group. It is said that this guy named Anderson is constantly drawing up people and dumping all kinds of weapons secretly." Another team leader shot an enemy and took the time to say.
The entire old city is like a huge firewood pile, sporadic sparks have burst, and this firewood pile has begun to ignite a small flame. The task of this group of people is to put out all the flames before the skyrocketing fire burns.
The entire Falcon family is restless~www.mtlnovel.com~ There is not much oil and water in the old town, but Falcon has always been the most stable rear. Anderson's action was undoubtedly a slap in Falcon's face, and he also ignited arrogantly in the backyard.
Anderson has indeed drifted a bit recently. He is like a wild wolf who has tasted the meat, watching the world with greedy eyes. For the first time, he knows that the meat is so fragrant. Brandishing banknotes and weapons, he pulled up a group of people, ambitious to form new gangs, constantly eroding Falcon's territory, trying to replace Falcon as the king of the old city.
The taste of power is wonderful, allowing the rat that was lingering in the past to grow rapidly, and he is now a figure in the upper reaches of the food chain.
"What Falcon is afraid of? We want money, rich, and humanity, and we have all kinds of weapons! We can incite the people in the entire old city, and then absorb our manpower from it." Anderson and Falken came to the door. The members exchanged fire while inspiring the newly recruited subordinates around.
He stared, looking at everything greedily. The big turn of a small person made him a little arrogant, and his behavior became increasingly arrogant and unconcealed.
"There is also someone behind me. I am acting on orders, and we will have nothing to do." Anderson said.
But just as he finished speaking, one of his subordinates had already picked up a stick and knocked it on his head coldly. With a bang, Anderson only felt the darkness in front of him, and he fell to the ground unbelievably, his eyes filled with confusion and incomprehension.
How could someone betray him? He clearly gave a very generous reward.
"I'm sorry, boss, I thought you were just selling arms to make money, but I didn't expect you to challenge Falcon." The subordinate said with a stick. "The Falcon family can rule Gotham not by money, but by Excellent strength."