The trajectory of the world king in the United States

Harvey is extremely capable of action. It seems that after accepting Seber's theory of anarchism, he suddenly became fearless. .

By the time Seb rushed into the cabin, bullets like exploding beans were already flying in the large space. As a former prosecutor, Harvey could not instantly become a powerful warrior even if he had experienced life and death, so his existence It only serves one purpose: to divert the attention of the gangsters who survived the explosion to him.

Harvey, a lunatic, didn't even aim his gun!

Naturally, he didn't want to hit anyone, but at least before the bullets were used up, he still miraculously suppressed the opponent. Cyber ​​rushed in and rewarded them with 4 grenades. After using up two magazines, he pulled out The fixed blade knife began the final cleaning work among the flying scraps of paper and the blood flowing on the ground.

"puff"

A guy with his arm broken and lying on the ground wailing had his heart pierced. Seb didn't even look at him, but focused on the blazing fire in front of him. The clown burned half of the money. Harvey's grenade exploded the flames everywhere again. At the end of the battle, the two pairs of money were basically ignited. They had no fire extinguishers at hand, so they could only watch the 8 million US dollars in front of them turn into ashes...

In fact, not all of them, there are probably about 5000 to [-] million left scattered in various places.

But neither Seber nor Harvey cared too much about these things. Let’s not talk about whether taking out the gang’s money would attract the attention of the judicial system. They are not the kind of people who value money too much. .

"Wurtz ran away?"

Harvey's right arm was shot. He tore off a bunch of strips of cloth from the corpse next to him and tied it on his arm. He asked nonchalantly. This battle with bullets flying around didn't seem to make him afraid at all, and there was even a faint feeling. of excitement.

Seb glanced at him, put his finger to his mouth,

"Shh!"

Harvey covered his mouth knowingly, and then saw Seb quietly climbing up the ladder of the demolished deck, like a climbing cat, without making a sound. Seb listened intently, and in this open area There was almost no other sound except the crackle of the flames burning on the ground, and he pressed his ear against the wall leading to the deeper cabin.

Soon, he caught a sound of running from far to near, and could even hear the heavy breathing.

Under the ghost face, he grinned, landed on the ground, and then quickly walked into the shadows of the cabin. Harvey sat there boredly playing with the coins in his hand. He muttered some random words. After tossing the coin back and forth 12 times, Seb dragged a dead dog-like guy out of the darkness.

Wurtz was so frightened that his legs were shaking, and a wet trail was drawn behind him. Obviously, he was not as strong as he thought. Seb walked up to Harvey, flicked his left hand, and Wurz was thrown to the ground.

"Look at him, have you arrested the wrong person? This guy looks as timid as a mouse."

The left side of Harvey's face was full of disgust and he said, "I hate rats."

"Those who survive to the end are often not the bravest, like those stories in history..."

Seber suddenly dropped the fixed blade knife in his hand and stabbed it straight into Wurz's left leg. The ear-piercing scream made the two of them frown. After more than ten seconds, Seber said After finishing what he originally wanted to say,

"The bravest ones died at the beginning."

"Then are we going to kill him?"

Harvey's two completely different eyes glowed with inexplicable brilliance. He stood up, rubbed his hands, and threw the coins in his hand into the sky without Seb's urging.

For the first time, "Tails!"

The second time, "Tails!"

The third time, "Tails!"

"Oh…"

Seber raised his voice. He looked at Harvey suspiciously, picked up a rope from the side and wrapped it around Wurz's hands, "Do you want him to die so much?"

Harvey shrugged, half of his body stood in the dim light from the top of the cabin, and the other half was hidden in the darkness. His left hand kept flicking the coins in his hand, smiling mysteriously,

"It's not me, I swear...this is his original fate, really...the first one to loosen the leash and fully experience all the despair, Seb...are you sure you didn't leave him for the last one on purpose? ?”

Seb quickly climbed the ladder, looped the rope in his hand around the beam on the top of the cabin, and then jumped off the ladder. When Wurz screamed in panic, his body was pulled by the rope and fell into the air. His left leg was still bleeding.

Below, after finishing everything, Seb and Harvey walked out side by side, completely ignoring his howling. Seb looked back at Wurtz, who was quietly waiting for death in this hellish place, and turned to Ha. Wei said,

"I swear...I really didn't find him. Of course, the final harvest after being baptized by fear is also so exciting...like a jar of old wine sealed with death, the longer it gets, the more fragrant it becomes."

He put his arm around Harvey's shoulders, and the smell of blood entered his nostrils. Seb snorted,

"Tell me, do you want to go to Mexico to help my brothers? I will do my best to help you find a cure for your situation. You see, it is not easy to meet someone who can compete with a clown in intelligence. I I won’t let you go so easily.”

"Well, it depends on how fate arranges it."

Under the gloomy night of Gotham, a rolling metallic light flashed above the heads of the two people.

"Ding"

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Coleman Reese.

In his past 27 years, there is no evidence that he will become a big shot. As a member of the Gotham District Tax Bureau, he was assigned to Wayne Industries as a tax payment supervisor, which was not an easy job. Especially when facing the regional hegemon Wayne Industries, Coleman's every move is almost supervised by the company's employees.

But it is undeniable that there are many things he can review. Some time ago, after the cooperation between Wayne Industrial Holdings' financial fund and Liu's investment company was forcibly ended, Coleman was busy for a long time, but an unexpected review made him Found something not quite right.

This is also the reason why he appeared on Gotham TV this time.

"Do you really know who Batman is?"

The host looked seriously at Coleman Reese, who was sitting opposite him. This young employee was wearing his best clothes and sitting in front of the camera. He looked a little nervous, but when faced with this question, he nodded firmly. ,

"Yes, I know! And I think Harvey Dent completely took the blame for Batman. Now the whole Gotham knows that he was seriously injured and then disappeared. Doesn't anyone doubt all this? I'm here today I’m here to expose Batman’s scam with the morality a citizen should have!”

"Ah, it's really magnificent."

Lucius snorted and reached out to take off his glasses. Beside him, Rachel and Alfred looked worried, while Bruce leaned there indifferently. After Harvey disappeared, Bruce had no idea about the man who once represented the entire Gotham. The bright and just prosecutor is filled with guilt, and coupled with what happened to Gordon's wife not long ago, this tough guy is now full of decadence.

He may even think that Coleman's revelation of his identity is a relief for him in that difficult choice.

"This greedy guy came into my office two weeks ago and threatened me with a copy of the original Batmobile design document he found."

Lucius propped his chin up with his left arm, his face full of disdain, "He asked us to give him 1000 yuan a year until he dies. It's like a lion's mouth."

"Then how did you reject him? I'm fine."

When Afu asked, Lucius had a proud smile on his face, "I asked him, do you think your client, one of the richest and most powerful people in the world, is actually a chivalrous person behind his back?" A vigilante who beats criminals to pulp at night with his bare hands, and you... plan to blackmail such a person... huh?"

Lucius said what he said at that time, and then shrugged,

"I wished him good luck, but I didn't expect this guy to be so insane. Did he really think that after revealing Bruce's identity, he could still get the so-called "reward" from Gotham TV? We will do it at any time. You can sue him for falsely accusing Bruce’s reputation, but in the final analysis, he has no real information.”

Bruce didn't speak, and Rachel put her hands on his shoulders worriedly. This smart woman could feel Bruce's inner struggle at this time, but unfortunately, at least in this matter, no one could help him.

No…there is one person.

"We want to wish Harvey Dent a speedy recovery, because God knows we really need him now."

The host said something casually and then pressed the answer button.

"So let's take the next call...Who are you, sir?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gloomy voice sounded in the ears of all the viewers who watched this live broadcast of "Batman's Identity Revealed" in the receiver. Everyone is familiar with this voice, because in the recent period, whenever it appears, , meaning someone was killed, or something bad happened again.

"I imagined a world without Batman. The gangsters in this city who didn't want to advance were making small money repeatedly without creativity. Our incompetent police tried hard to shut them down, but they could only shut them down every time. Several, and then they call it a ‘great victory’, which is so boring!”

The clown's voice was calm, with a hint of magnetism that was unique to him. He chuckled, like a mastermind hiding in the dark, watching all the changes. He whispered,

"I changed my mind. I don't want Mr. Coleman Reese to ruin everything I'm enjoying now, but how can I be happy by myself when I'm having so much fun? Let's give other people a chance... If Coleman Reese isn't dead within the hour, I'll..."

"boom"

Before the clown could finish his words, the screening room where the live broadcast was being broadcast was in chaos. The wooden walls were directly smashed. A guy with a red ghost face, wearing a battle armor and carrying a long knife strode in. He pulled out his pistol and shot In full view of everyone, he touched the chin of Coleman Reese who was running away in a hurry.

He looked at this man and shook his head,

"do you know?"

His low, clown-like voice sounded in everyone's ears, "Where you made the mistake is, how can ordinary people like you win in a madman's game? Let me put it bluntly, the one who can deal with the madman is another one." madman."

"boom"

Mr. Coleman, who was trying to make a fortune from the information in his hand, fell down without saying a word. Most of his head was opened, and the red blood that burst out even dyed the entire camera red. Under the watch of hundreds of thousands of people, , the guy who killed someone randomly approached the red-stained camera amid the screams. He picked up the phone at hand,

"Hey, clown buddy, you just said...what do you want to do?"

This unconventional move made the clown seem stunned for a moment, but soon, the playful voice came over again. Since the entire TV station was gone and no one came to turn off the live broadcast, the two lunatics The exchange continued in a horrifying scene stained with blood, with a scooped corpse lying behind his back, and most of the wall stained red.

"Mr. Red, we just met last night... Frankly speaking, who are you talking to? Hehe, okay, I won't reveal his identity here. I mean, do you want to save this city in this way? ?”

Seb pulled the camera towards him, his deep voice carried throughout the city,

"No, clown, I don't want to save it, I just want you... I just want to know, when I twist off your head, will you still show me that iconic smile?"

The clown turned a blind eye to the threat and spoke in his lazy voice,

"Look at you, citizens of Gotham. After Batman, you have a second hero. I'm sure he has also experienced a nightmare life. Otherwise, why would he be dressed like a flying little devil? …But my better question is, how can I get you to join my game with Mr. Red?”

"You see, he and I agreed to have a fight, but since Mr. Coleman is dead, I give you a chance. After all, you did it. After nightfall, this city belongs to me and Mr. Red It’s a battlefield, and everyone who is still here will have to play according to my rules!”

"Yes, this will become my city, my amusement park... If you don't want to play games, leave now! I won't blame you, after all, living in this cruel and crazy world, this is not what you sad It's the fault of ordinary people... Let's go, let's get your butts off the bench, get out of here and run away! Little girl, run away!"

The clown's wild laughter hovered in the sky of this city of 800 million people. After his voice fell, he suddenly added,

"Oh, by the way, people who take the bridge and tunnel will definitely be surprised! Hahahaha"

The lingering sound of wild laughter did not stop, and the whole city was trembling under this malice.

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