The trajectory of the world king in the United States

Although his father cursed, he finally drove his broken pickup truck, carrying the bodies of one bastard and three bastards, to Gotham Port in the late night rain.

It's not that Seb can't drive, or that he can't handle such a small scene by himself, it's just that the environment in Gotham Port is too dangerous for an outsider, and this kind of weather is most suitable for some secret transactions. , Dad doesn’t want the helper he finally found to sleep under the sea in Gotham like this without any reason.

Cyber ​​is indeed very good at fighting, but in this era, it is no longer an era where just fighting can solve the problem.

The rainy nights in this season are a bit cold, especially when standing on the wharf with the roar of the wind. Seber moved three big black bags from the car, found some heavy stones from the side, and tied them with wires. Wrapping them neatly, and then pushing the three things into the sea under the watch of the father sitting in the car. There was no moon on the rainy night, so everything that happened just now was sad, except for God and these two. No one knows it except the individual.

"Go on, kid."

Dad stretched out his hand from the car window and threw a cigar to Seb. The latter held it in his mouth and lit it with difficulty in the rain. The mellow smoke floated around him, His upper body was covered in smoke on this rainy night.

The mellow smoke floated in the cold night around Seber. As the cigar flickered on and off, his chaotic mind once again involuntarily fell into memories of the past.

The fragmented memory may not be because of this confusing journey, but because the life in the past was fragmented. Seb could vaguely remember that he opened the envelope again and again, and there were all kinds of names written on it. English, Chinese, and some twisted text.

That was his goal and his life. He used guns, knives, hands, ropes, and traps to make those who shouldn't live accept the ending they deserve. But at that time, he , should not be a bad guy in the traditional sense.

Because in that memory, there is still the scene of him taking the oath, and the heavy mission.

He went from one city to another, from one country to another, from one continent to another. His life was never controlled by himself, and his circle was pale and terrifying. There was no friendship, no love, no family affection. What is that kind of life like?

"arms"

Seb silently recited the word that popped into his mind, and then he shook his already wet hair.

Yes, live like a weapon, don't even need to think, focus on your task, focus on killing.

Like a snake living in the dark, or a fierce dog, it just needs to sharpen its fangs. He has adapted to this kind of life, but why would he break this kind of life?

Seb struggled to endure the increasingly severe headache. This body seemed unwilling to let him recall too many things, but these were enough.

The last image that flashed through his mind was of him in pajamas, blocking the way of a child holding a stuffed doll. It seemed to be a certain city in this country. He should be on a mission, in a hotel. On the street at the door, bullets like light and shadow flew towards him.

He closed his eyes, he knew he was going to die

"Live for yourself in the next life"

Those were probably the last words he said in his previous life, but the irony is that if his biological clock was not wrong, he should have said it 2 hours ago. The result was such a magical fate, maybe because he killed and saved others in his previous life. So at the last moment, gods and Buddhas all over the sky gave him a chance

"cut"

Seb blew out two puffs of smoke from his nostrils disdainfully, and then gestured his middle finger towards the sky. He never believed in God.

But he thought that sentence was great. He turned around with the half-burned cigar in his mouth, leaned against the cold railing, lowered his head in the heavy rain, and felt the raindrops falling more and more violently. Looking at his hands, watching the rain wet them, and then slowly clenching them into fists amid the falling raindrops.

"In this life, live for yourself"

"哐龙"

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the dim Gotham Port at this moment. Dad looked at Seb in ecstasy as he walked with his head down in the heavy rain, and watched the moment when the bolt of lightning penetrated the sky, illuminating everything. , only Seber's figure was as dark as ink in the light.

Looks cooooool

Seb stayed in the rain for a full five minutes before he returned to the car in embarrassment.

Dad started the car and looked curiously at Seb, who was leaning his head against the car window, and asked in a low voice, "What were you doing just now?"

Seb, who originally talked a lot, was silent at this moment. It wasn't until he answered the old gun bar again and walked into the creaking wooden door that he threw the cigarette butt in his mouth into the rainy night outside the door, and then He grinned at his father and showed a radiant smile.

"I'm saying goodbye."

Dad looked at Seb as if he was crazy, then put the mop in his hand and pointed at the floor covered with bloody footprints.

"Very good, you are an emotional villain, so clean this place for me, and then go to bed. There is food in the refrigerator on the second floor. Remember, Jamie may come to trouble you at nine o'clock tomorrow."

Christian, a veteran, put his hand around Seb's neck and strangled him hard. This was probably his way of expressing his kindness. Then Seb heard his father's suppressed angry voice,

"Teach them a lesson and let me see if you are really capable or if you just bully those little hooligans."

Seb's face immediately turned into a bitter melon. He looked at his father and said, "Well, it's not good to kill people during the day."

Dad's eyes at this time really looked like he was looking at a lunatic. He cursed and let go of Seb's neck.

"The way to solve the problem is not just killing people. You madman, Jamie may be a little harder to deal with, but his men are just fools who can't stand up to the challenge. I only need 3 days, do you understand?"

After saying that, Dad yawned and walked up to the second floor, leaving only an empty small bar and Seb cleaning it. When no one was around, this chatterbox became quiet. When he got down, he began to work happily while humming some kind of music.

He seemed to be very careful in everything he did. He would even squat on the ground and wipe it vigorously with a rag in order to remove a blood stain. So by the time he finished cleaning thoroughly, the hands of the clock had already pointed to 4:[-], which was truly midnight. .

Seb's body was shaking a little. He locked the door, walked up the stairs, took out a large red sausage from the refrigerator on the second floor, chewed it, and went up to the third floor and opened the one closest to the window. He opened the door to the room without looking at the surrounding layout. He just took off his soaked coat in the dark, threw it aside, and then fell on the bed.

Soon, a steady purr sounded.

At the same time, in the darkness of this rainy night, in a mansion not far from the pier, two bald heads were gathering together to discuss things. This room was very beautifully and luxuriously decorated, but what was placed on the table, But it was a stack of photos, and a pistol placed on top of the photos, with an open bottle of vodka next to it. Most people would stay away from such a high-precision drink.

But it’s the Russian guy’s favorite thing.

The shortest bald man picked up the first photo and looked at it. It was a woman with brown hair and a gentle smile. Looking at the photo, the bald man's slightly hazy drunken eyes showed a trace of Smiling evilly,

"Tsk, tsk, what a pretty girl, what's her name?"

"Rachel Dawes, Assistant District Attorney."

Another bald man took a sip of vodka. His collar was open, revealing his strong muscles and lush chest hair. He muttered,

"She is a troublesome little beauty. She doesn't like money and is not afraid of threats. Moreover, she is under the control of boss Cha Falconi. The boss asked us to create a little "accident". Boshkin, leave it to you."

The short bald man shook his head and snorted,

"Well, the security in Gotham is getting worse and worse. These righteous people may encounter some accidents when they go to get off work. Those poor beggars on the narrow island who have no food to eat are very willing to exchange their lives for money. For a bullet, Just like the Waynes back then, hahaha.”

Having said this, the short bald man named Poshkin threw the photo aside. He looked at his boss and lowered his voice,

"Brother, Bruce Wayne, who died seven years ago, is back. I heard that his company plans to buy the entire Gotham Port. Do you think he will? After all, 7 years ago, Boss Falconi asked you to appear in court. "Kill Qili outside"

Hearing Poshkin's question, the wine bottle in Jamie's hand stopped for a moment. He took a deep breath, put the bottle on the table, and then sneered,

"Then Master Bruce should thank me. I helped him kill his father's enemy. Besides, Falconi asked me to do it, but what you said makes sense."

Jamie closed his eyes and thought for a few minutes. He straightened up from the sofa and curled his fingers towards Poshkin.

"Isn't that old Christian planning to sell his store?"

"Don't worry, brother, I've sent Bourne and the others to "handle" it."

Boshkin licked his lips, "He's just a bad old man, but I don't understand, brother, why do we need that shabby bar?"

"What do you know"

Jamie glared at his brother, but he quickly explained, "Wayne Industries has planned to revitalize Gotham Port. Once the port flourishes again, a place to have fun will be indispensable. That bad old man doesn't know how to do business. Let's find some women and get a batch of goods from Boss Falconi. We won't earn more Boshkin than we did by killing. We two brothers came all the way from Siberia to the United States. We didn't come here just to give Once Bruce Wayne and Falcone face off, it's time for us to reap the rewards."

"Wait, no matter who it is, don't try to take Gotham Port away from me."

The Story of Yi Lu Ji Lv

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