the end of the heavens

"Hehehe, I understand."

Constantine smiled, opened his wallet, took out a beautiful knife and handed it over. The little brother shook his head, expressing that he is not a person who bends his waist for money.

Constantine smiled even more, he understands, he understands, it's a pity that his teammates don't sell it, but it can't be sold cheaply.

With two beautiful knives standing in front of him, the little brother began to hesitate. He glanced at Constantine's wallet and shook his head firmly.

Finally, when all the beautiful knives in the wallet were spread out in front of him, the little brother said quickly: "His name is Russell, he is from Gotham, and he is a private detective who can do anything for money. He has a wide range of businesses. The address of the detective firm is Now, the phone number is, that's all I know."

"Private detective? It turned out to be a colleague."

After getting the answer he wanted, Constantine nodded in satisfaction, stuffed the dollar knife back into his wallet, and walked away, leaving behind a confused little brother.

……

Gotham City Airport!

The city where Russell met Constantine was Los Angeles, the westernmost part of the United States, while Gotham City was on the east coast. Because of the time difference, the 6-hour flight time needed to be added 3 hours to become 9 hours.

The air tickets are worthless, and the $500 for the exorcism is still worthwhile.

What makes Russell very puzzled is, what did this body think in the first place? It costs 12 dollars for 500 hours to go back and forth. Is there no business in Gotham?

It wasn't until he took out the business card in his pocket that he roughly understood the reason.

The business card with black background and white characters looks very formal, but it is also of formal color. On the front are the names, addresses and phone numbers of Russell and the detective agency.

On the reverse side, there are a bunch of contracting businesses in fine print, such as exorcism, insurance consulting, legal counsel, fortune-telling, bone setting, housekeeping services...

There is also mysterious oriental qigong, which is used by the royal family to treat intractable diseases such as infertility.

It can be said that the decathlon is only short of delivering couriers and doing homework for children.

"This shit is a liar..." Seeing this business card, Russell couldn't understand that this body was unable to get along in Gotham, so he went to Los Angeles to pick up business.

Moreover, it is very possible that this trip to Los Angeles has no plan to return to Gotham City!

For a while, Russell was a little melancholy. In Gotham City, where the people are outstanding and the folk customs are simple, as long as they have hands and feet, they can make a living.

He couldn't even get into Gotham City, and the identity assigned to him by the system might have reached a new level of rottenness.

Russell guessed right, the identity arranged by the system this time was really bad, and when he came to his detective agency, he was even more convinced of this.

Not good looking?

Dilapidated facade?

No, this is simply an unfinished building in the suburbs!

From the outside, the detective agency is on the second floor of the unfinished building, and the name of the agency is pasted with black tape on the gray windows.

Inside, after passing through the stairs full of dusty footprints, the kind without even a handle, and passing the painted wall full of 'debt repayment', it is the main entrance of the detective agency.

Not glass doors, not anti-theft doors, not even wooden doors, his office has no doors at all.

In other words, there used to be, but someone pried it away!

The four walls of the house are bare, and the inside of the house is unobstructed. Even the posters on the walls have been torn off, leaving only four traces of tape to prove that it once existed.

Russell walked around the office twice, not only the office area has a wide view, but even his bedroom can be seen at a glance.

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"It's so miserable, there's not even a toilet to sit on... By the way, doesn't Batterman care about this?"

Just when Russell was full of emotions, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps on the stairs outside the house, and seven or eight big men in black or white broke through the door... Ahem, they walked in directly.

"Luo, I'm so glad to see you. I thought you had already run away." The leading white man was dressed formally, carrying a briefcase in his hand, like a clerk sitting in an office.

Russell frowned: "Debt collection or death?"

The Caucasian man was taken aback for a moment. He thought Russell's first words were "Give it a few more days." After he regained his senses, he smiled and said, "I'm a businessman, what do you want your life for?"

"Of course, if you really have no money, according to the agreement we signed at the beginning, the organs in your body belong to me."

Russell nodded: "Do you support card swiping?"

"?"

Two minutes later, the POS machine showed that $2 had been credited, and the white man was stunned.He unobtrusively glanced at Russell withdrew the credit card behind him, and smiled: "Luo, I didn't expect you to turn over like a piece of shit. Tell me, where did you get rich?"

"Los Angeles! The Golden City of the Golden State, there's gold everywhere, no kidding."

The white man curled his lips in disdain, stretched out his hand, and let the younger brothers surround Russell: "Luo, the debt has been paid off, and now it's time to calculate the interest."

Russell nodded and said sincerely: "That's the truth. I wonder if the lives of the eight of you are enough to pay the interest?"

"Hahaha...ha...uh, don't be impulsive, just speak up if you have something to say!"

The white man laughed wildly, almost bursting into tears, when his forehead was held back by a sand eagle, while his little brothers stood there without realizing it, as if they had been immobilized.

"No problem, then talk about it."

Russell said, squinting his eyes and looking at the white man, his telepathy invaded instantly, manipulating his thinking: "Find a decoration team to come over, I want to see this place is completely new within three days, if you can't do it, you can go from the top floor Jump down."

"..."

The white man nodded in a daze, and after a while he came to his senses, nodded and bowed to Russell, and left, calling the decoration company while walking.

"Just forgot, I should leave with them, at least I can get a ride."

Just as Russell finished complaining, another group of people walked in quickly: "Luo, I'm so glad to see you. I thought you would never come back after you ran away."

Russell: "..."

Thinking on the bright side, the ride is coming!

Chapter 676 The people are simple and honest in Gotham City, with hundreds of millions of Batman

Russell thought that the identity assigned by the system was a rotten person. He was right, it was indeed rotten, but he far underestimated the degree of rottenness.

He was originally the son of a rich family, and this unfinished building was his family's property before it broke down. As for how to become the poor state that even the toilet is waiting to be fed...

Here you can refer to the examples of Batman and Iron Man, whose parents died unexpectedly and inherited the family business.

Of course, compared to the above two, the original body is not so rich, and belongs to the low profile poor version.

But not as poor as Spider-Man!