The trajectory of the world king in the United States

Seb finally got his beer and a small plate of macaroni, which was a late night snack left by his father.

The young man devoured the not-so-palatable food, and the father started wiping his glass again. On the ground behind them, three corpses were lying in different places. The father opened the window, and in the small bar The smell of blood had already been swept away by the night air.

In fact, people who have never seen bullets piercing the human body find it hard to believe that so much blood can flow out of a human body, like a small red pool, disgusting, pungent, and full of the smell of death.

"Huh... I feel like my whole body has come alive. Thank you, Dad."

Seb picked up the tissue at hand, wiped his mouth, then took a swig of beer, and finally smashed the empty wine glass on the table, letting out a happy groan.

"Continued Cup"

"No, you just brutally shot two people on my property, just for some change. You are a real villain. You are still wearing clothes plucked from dead people. You are like a complete bad guy. Look at you. Eyes, you have no regrets at all..."

A trace of disgust flashed in Christian's eyes. Although he said no, he turned around and got a large glass of beer for Seb, and scolded him rudely, "Get out of here after you drink this. That's right." , dispose of the body before leaving, I don’t want that bastard Jamie to trouble me.”

"Jamie"

Seb's hand tapped lightly on the handle of the cold wine glass. There was a hint of tiredness in his voice. All the things that had happened before were stuffed into his mind, making him look a little confused now, making him eager to think. Wanting to take a nap, he yawned, picked up the wine glass and said casually,

"What a bad name. It sounds like a gay guy."

"Yes, Jamie, the boss of this area, a bastard of the Russian gang, is ruthless and ruthless. At least 10 of the 7 missing people in this area are related to him."

The corner of Dad's mouth opened into a malicious smile, "Guess who his new enemy is?"

Seb glanced back at the three corpses, then tilted his head and looked at his father, "So these bastards with disgusting black devil tattoos on their arms are the subordinates of that gay man. Their quality is so poor, they don't even have the wind." Any old man who can knock them down can defeat them."

This malicious answer made Dad snort, and he turned away and ignored the snickering Seb.

"Has anyone ever told you that when you open your mouth, you act like a real asshole?"

"Many people have said this..."

A complicated look flashed across Seb's face buried in the smoke. Finally, he flicked his fingers and said, "Forget it, it's boring to talk to an old man like you. I'll leave after asking the last few questions." Well, it can be regarded as my reward for solving these troubles for you. It’s fair, isn’t it?”

"Hey young man, I took care of the last trouble."

Dad knocked on the table very dissatisfied, then took out a cigarette from Seber's cigarette case, took a puff, and then put it out, "Bah, it's something a woman smokes, and why do you say that?" They are my trouble or maybe they are my guests.”

After saying that, the old man took out a pipe from the counter, which was like a MacArthur-style corn pipe. After lighting it, a spicy smell perked up the dazed Seber, and he easily put the cigarette butt in his hand. He pinched it off, picked up a coin, and said while beating it on his finger,

"At 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, three gangsters with tattoos, armed with weapons, were sitting in a bar with only one old man. This bar was on the street closest to the port. There were also night shift workers at the dock. You... This place where business is booming is so deserted, so do you still want me to continue talking?"

Dad let out a deep laugh, and the rain outside the window seemed to get heavier. It slapped on the window, and the old-fashioned ceiling fan above his head creaked. He took a puff of cigarette, and a red light lit up on the top of the pipe. , in the smoke, he spoke,

"A smart man... there aren't many like him in Gotham. Ask, what do you want to know?"

“Where is this place and what time is it now?”

Dad glanced at Seb with his head lowered in surprise, and then said loudly, "This is Gotham. You must have come from another city. This is not a good place. Now..."

The old man looked back at the clock hanging on the wall and said, "2:37 in the evening."

"No, I mean which country is this and what day is it today...Forget it, give me today's newspaper"

Before Seb finished speaking, he saw the newspaper placed by his father on the bar. He reached for it and unfolded it. Thanks to the knowledge he had learned, English was not difficult for him, but when he reflected The bold words in the first line of his eyes made Seber frown.

"Bruce Wayne resurrects the son of Gotham and finally returns after missing for 7 years"

"The functional split of Stark Group has been completed. Can Tony, the son of a wealthy man who is only 22 years old, take on the big responsibility?"

"As California riots unfold, mutant activist groups ask Congress to face up to the discrimination faced by mutants"

Under the last piece of news, there was also a large color picture. It was a young man with open arms and spitting fire. Around him, ordinary people were running around in embarrassment.

Seb's eyes quickly moved to the upper right corner of the newspaper, where a black time stayed, as if mocking his hindsight.

"July 2000, 7... it was a really bad day."

Seeing that Seb suddenly fell silent, Christian's father didn't know how to continue the conversation. However, after a few seconds, Seb raised his head again, looked at his father, and asked him a question. A ridiculous question.

He pointed to the bold news in the newspaper and the handsome young man wearing sunglasses in the accompanying picture, and asked with some confusion,

"Is Wayne Industries famous locally? Who is this young man?"

Dad looked at Seb as if he were an alien. He took off the pipe from his mouth and said, "You don't even know this. It looks like you came from some remote country. You must have been smuggled in, right?"

"Stop joking, okay"

Seb rolled his eyes, and it was obvious that he was really not in a good mood right now. His father pondered for a moment, and then said cheerfully,

"That young man is Bruce Wayne, the successor to Wayne Industries. Wayne Industries is the largest conglomerate in Gotham. More than one-tenth of Gotham's people depend on it for their livelihood. No one in Gotham doesn't know him. He disappeared 7 years ago. We all thought he was dead, but we didn't expect him to come back. He was a real playboy and socialite. He held several banquets when he came back. He was a very energetic and generous young man. Man...well, how should I put it, he will soon be my boss."

"Um"

Seb's eyes flashed, and he heard his father say while continuing to arrange the glasses,

"Jamie that son of a bitch thought I was going to get hard enough to be a victim of his show of strength. No, no, no, I'm not stupid enough. I've always known this bar was worth money, so I gotta give it to my old man. Looking for a decent successor, Bruce Wayne is pretty good, isn't it? His company is about to go public. They want to start restoring the business of Gotham Port. They need a vibrant port. They want a vibrant and recreational place. It’s indispensable.”

As he spoke, Dad proudly put the pipe in his mouth again and started talking to a stranger whom he had just met for less than an hour.

"Jamie would never have imagined that he thought the person standing in front of him was just an old man. But three days later, he would know how wrong he was. He was dealing with the richest man in Gotham. If the young master goes against him, those big shots only need to move their fingers, and the gang he is proud of will disappear, so that he will know that he is just a wild dog scavenging in the garbage."

"Fu..."

The father, who was talking more and more excitedly, leaned back on the chair and reached out to unbutton his second button, revealing a corner of the tattoo on his chest. "I am old and can no longer hold a gun, but I am not just any wild dog." Even if they can grab a piece of meat from me, everyone thinks that I will lose and die, but they don’t know why I have been hard for a month. I am not a person who does not fight back after being beaten.”

When he heard his father blow out the second smoke ring, Seb tapped his fingers on the bar. He raised his head and looked at his father who was also staring at him.

"You don't have to say so much to a stranger of unknown origin, so let's be honest. What do you need me to do and what can I get? For the sake of this glass of wine, I think we can do the same as before. Cooperate once.”

"Hahaha, you villain who makes money from dead people"

Dad leaned down and put his left hand on the table, "Fortunately, it was the same when I was young, but when I am old, all they have to do with me is a bullet. You are right, Jamie's patience has reached its limit." At the end of the day, if it weren't for you tonight, I would be the one who falls to the ground. My latest buddy stole 500 US dollars from me and ran away, so in the last three days and the days when the contract was transferred, I need someone who can fight again and again. The ruthless new helper stands with me, and as for what you can gain... let me think about it.”

Father Christian tapped his fingers on his forehead.

"1 US dollars, plus an identity that will allow you to integrate into Gotham. You have to know that although the security of this ghost place is terrible, although gangs are rampant, although more than a dozen people die every day, although it is completely rotten, it still has something Orderly, at least on the surface, an identity can save you a lot of trouble, especially for a complete gangster like you."

"Oh, sounds like a good place."

Seb didn't mutter a word. His fingers kept beating on the somewhat worn bar table, and finally he stretched out a finger and waved it in front of his eyes.

"With an identity and 5 US dollars, I can guarantee that not even a fly will come close to you. You know, dad, your life is very valuable, isn't it? There are people everywhere who can beat you, but like me." It’s hard to find someone who is cruel and ruthless.”

"Hahahahaha, you are indeed an out-and-out bad guy."

Dad stood up, took out a bunch of keys from the bar and threw them to Seb, and then said meaningfully, "Gotham will be paradise for you... Now, get rid of those unappetizing corpses." Then go to the third floor and sleep. At 3 o'clock tomorrow morning, you will start work. And I hope you can really be a smart person, Seb, at least until Jamie is killed, we are on the same team, remember this."

Seb took the key, then scratched his head,

"Is there a rope here? Boss, and how do you usually deal with these things? My previous habit was to tie up stones and throw them into the sea. It's over once and for all. It's easy and happy."

"...Oh, that's such a coincidence, so are we."

The Story of Yi Lu Ji Lv

Well. . .There are already too many prophets in American comics. This time let’s play a more fun one, the blind man touching the elephant~ Do you want to play together?