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Captain Canuck – "We'll do our part, dear sister, and let our maker do his!…It'll work out."
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To be honest, this city is indeed very prosperous. A large city with a population of 12 million is not to say that it is difficult to gather such a large population without a prosperous economy and developed transportation. And the Wayne Group is almost involved in all walks of life in this city.
Similarly, there are still many poor people in this city, especially in the old city, which can be called a giant slum. Compared with the new city, it is like two worlds.
Downey walked into the street, went around, and finally turned into a dark alley. A sneaky figure had long since caught up, staring at the strange face sternly.
"Boy, robbery, take out the money!" A red-haired young man skillfully took out a pistol and pulled off the insurance. He was in a good mood, and business came to the door early in the morning. The money for the meal these days was safe.
Robbery is also a business, and requires the most basic vision. If you offend someone who shouldn't be offended, even death is a blessing.
Gotham lacks everything. The most important thing is all kinds of large-scale gangs. Some gangs are even afraid of the government. For example, Falcone, who was defeated by Batman before, is simply a gang magnate, better than the emperor of the underworld in New York City. Kim is still fierce, controlling the entire political circle of Gotham. Another example is the current Falcon crime family, which is a criminal group formed by a group of gangsters. Needless to say, the camps are stubborn.
The red-haired young man spends years begging for life in this street. He is sure that this well-dressed young boy is a strange face, and he has not heard of the Falcon crime family adding a new person recently.
"Are you going to rob me?! Are you sure?" Downey had a new look. This was the first time someone jumped out to rob him.
"Boy, don't worry, I will rob you today, and you won't rob you tomorrow. Our Gotham people are so simple and honest, and the world is famous." The red-haired youth heard that Downey's accent was New York. Over there, I am sure. Still a foreigner, if you don't rob you, you will have a ghost.
Downey laughed and laughed, listening to this young man's tone as if he should still be grateful.
"Snatch me, you just picked the wrong person."
When the red-haired young man noticed something was wrong, Downey had already started, hitting the young man's stomach with a fist at a spooky speed, and then snatched the opponent's pistol.
The young man held his stomach and knelt on the ground, crying in pain.
"Do you want to rob me with such a toy?" Downey muttered, taking the pistol apart into parts.
He doesn't care who offends, Optimus Prime was also shipped with the luxury cruise ship, and now stays on the pier of the port. If it's a big deal, he will drive Optimus Prime over to kill him. If he doesn't work, he will madly transform Gotham City's vehicles and pile up the enemy with the number.
The red-haired young man had a gray complexion and hollow eyes. Nima was unfavorable today, and the first deal came up with a ruthless idea. It was too unlucky. Why is he so unlucky for Anderson?
"Tell me, who are you? Which gang belong to? How much do you know about this city?" Donny squinted, grabbing the young man's hair, and lifting him up despite his painful screams.
To deal with this kind of gang members, the start is to be cruel. In this line, before letting the other person admire you, you must make sure that the other person is afraid of you. Fear and panic are the foundation. Admiring that stuff is what you will focus on later.
"Anderson! My name is Anderson, and I am a 'rat' on this street. Many people know me." Anderson's painful tears were about to come out, and he waved his arm in a flustered manner.
"Mouse" is a slang term that refers to people who have no gangs and no affiliation, who are not as climate friendly as a mouse, but are as smart as a mouse. This surprised Downey. There was no backstage gangster. How did he survive in this dark city?
As if seeing Downey's confusion, Anderson explained quickly: "I work during the day, unlike others."
Downey suddenly, apart from the current Falcon crime family, there are only those guerrillas who are keen to move around during the day. The former is not afraid of official power and is unscrupulous; the latter does a small business, will not easily hurt or kill people, and avoids encounters with top criminals at night.
"I Anderson has been a Gotham man since I was a child. I am familiar with every corner of this city! Please let me go. There is still an old mother in my family who is sick, and there is a wife giving birth in the hospital, and a father in the funeral. 'S remains are to be burned..."
Snapped!
A lot of dollar bills fell on Anderson's head and scattered all over the floor. Anderson swears to his dead old mother and non-existent wife that he has never seen so much money in his life, and that he can grab a few hundred dollars at ordinary times.
"Listen, I don't care what the situation is in your family, but I want you to do something for me. Since you dare to call yourself a'rat', I hope you have real skills, you have to help me find out something. But if you If I didn't do it well or dared to deceive me, I would kill you. Not only you, but your only remaining relatives, I will also find out one by one to visit in person." Downey threatened him with a gloomy expression, to such people , You can't have a good face, "You don't need to know who I am, and don't ask. I will be waiting for you in this place in three days. If you are satisfied with me, I will Give you three times the price! You have to find out for me..."
A few minutes later, Donnie walked out of the alley casually, carrying his pockets, as if he had just visited here. Before leaving, he suddenly raised his head, stared at the quietly rotating camera, smiled contemptuously, and then shot it to the ground without any scruples.
It took another ten minutes before Anderson walked out of the alley, bulging in his pocket, pretending that nothing happened, and hurriedly stepped into the crowd.
Downey's face is indeed a little gloomy, and his face is sullen. He just came out and turned around, people were staring at him through cameras on the street, really thinking he didn't dare to kill? who is it? Bruce? Falcon? The local police station?
Downey walked down the street with a gloomy face, and the pedestrians passing by avoided Downey like a plague god, afraid that he was another dangerous person?
In the dark basement not far from Downey, a figure was shaking slightly. This trembling has a specific frequency, and it doesn't seem to be out of fear, but more like a sense of madness.
"Hey, this person, hehehehe...can't you kill? No, no, that's wrong, you should kill Batman! Hehehehahaha...should kill the most annoying guy...very hypocritical!"
This wall-facing figure talks to himself from time to time. He holds a pile of playing cards in his hand. The strange thing is that every playing card is the king of the same size as a clown, and there are no other numbers.
In the dark basement, the lights flicker, bright and dark, and everything in the basement seems to be jumping in the shadow. Sometimes he was silent, sometimes let out a creepy laugh, reverberating in the basement.
"Hee hee hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."
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