Marvel, the beginning of the fusion thunder fruit

In front of an intersection, luxury cars were parked side by side, with their rear windows opened. There were bald black men, white men wearing masks, and women with exposed breasts.

The bosses in each car had different postures, and everyone was sarcastic and sarcastic. When Colt was around, the conflicts between the gangs were suppressed. This is when old and new grudges come to mind.

But no one took action, just because there were too many leaders, and if one person took action, he would be criticized by the public.The people who followed before were distributed around Nygma's house.

And these bosses are discussing with each other for the ownership of Nygma. Everyone wants to get the right to speak. This is a cultural dispute. They don't want to start a full-scale war unless they have to.

Around Nygma, following the orders from these leaders, countless people suddenly appeared, pointing their guns at people from other gangs around them, and only some killers slowly walked inside.

David was hanging around on the periphery, waiting for Nygma to discover the situation. After understanding his situation, he started to rob people.

A killer had already entered the room. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out outside the yard. It was unknown who fired the cold shot.Then there was fire between the small gangs behind them.

At first, the big gangs were still trying to stop each other, but then an unknown person pointed their guns at the men of the big gangs.

The fire broke out in an instant, countless gunshots rang out, and everyone shot at the people around them. Old and new hatreds were mixed in, and everyone was red-eyed.

David was also affected, but he fired with the rifle in his hand, and someone was headshot with every shot.

At the end of the street, the big guys were still discussing with each other. They frowned when they heard the gunshots and pointed their guns at everyone around them.

"There is a traitor among us!"

"Who fired first?"

"We should be stopping them now, not pointing our guns at each other!"

At the door of the police station, a man who looked like a gangster was in the police station office, respectfully facing the people at the desk.

"You did very well!"

In front of the desk, a middle-aged white man, the Las Vegas Police Department, was smoking a cigar and said to the man.

"Don't you know my reward? This?"

The young gangster pinched his fingers and kept motioning to the police station.

"Well, I'll give it to you, but I don't know if anyone else knows about it?"

The policeman was smoking a cigar, opening the drawer beside him with one hand and taking out bundles of dollars.

"No, I didn't dare tell anyone else!"

"That's good!"

The police officer quickly took out a revolver from the drawer, pointed it at the gangster opposite, and shot him in the head.

Hearing the gunshots, a police officer immediately walked in at the door. When he saw the body of the gangster, he called several people into the house to clean it.

The police officer wiped the smoking pistol and said to the man.

"Lead the team and set off! Las Vegas needs Colt, but it doesn't need a second Colt!"

"Yes!"

At the door of the police station, the police officers who had been preparing for a long time got the order, got into the police car, and drove in the direction of Nygma.

David was still shooting outside, but after a while someone noticed something was wrong. The speed of death was too fast. From time to time, someone shouted loudly and pushed the target to David.

In Nygma's room, the unknown killer who entered was already dead, and Nygma was carrying the corpses one by one towards the living room.

Each of the corpses was hit by trolls, with big holes in their stomachs. Those who were still alive had their throats slit by Nygma with a scalpel.

Nygma moved all five corpses over and opened the curtains. Although the fire outside was serious, no one targeted Nygma's home.

Nygma walked to the second floor with the spray gun in hand, loaded with bullets, picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey! Edward Nygma, pick up the Flamingo Hotel!"

On the street, black vans appeared at various intersections, surrounding the gang leaders. Police officers with live ammunition rushed down from the front, pointing their guns at the gang members one by one.

Upon seeing this, the leader of the gang quickly drew his gun and confronted him, and then ordered the driver to drive in the direction of Nygma.

When everyone arrived at Nygma's door, the many gang members they had always thought turned into corpses.

"You guys, how dare you do this?"

The leaders of several gangs knew that nothing could be done. They got out of the car and glared at the police chief who walked out from the opposite side. They felt sad and angry at the corpses everywhere.

"You think we have never dared to arrest you? That's because Colt has been dealing with gang affairs. These ten years of leisure life have made you lose your vigilance, and you actually dare to fight openly?"

The police chief walked to the front and spoke to the many gang leaders, and then took care of the action team behind him to get people into the police car.

"Who did this?"

The police chief walked aside and frowned at the corpse. He didn't expect that he would come when he heard the gunshots, but he would still be late.

Looking at countless corpses, most of which had their heads shot, I don’t know who is so crazy. Although people here can be arrested, they can’t just die like this!

In the Flamingo Hotel, Kyle was sitting in the office of the casino. This used to be Victor's room, but Kyle lived here at this time.

Kyle removed the desk and placed a round table instead. At this time, Kyle was sitting in the main seat holding the scepter he had made. David and Kelly were next to him, and Nygma was sitting on the other side.

"How's it going? How does it feel to kill someone with your own hands? Isn't it much better than quietly slicing the skin during surgery?"

Kyle sat at the head, talking to Nygma, smoking a cigar in his hand.

"Did you do all this? You are harming me, you have caused me to lose everything!"

Nygma took off his glasses, pressed it on the table angrily, and said to Kyle in front of him.

"No, no, no, I made you have everything! What did you lose? People's respect? Or a job as a doctor? I made you return to your true nature!"

Kyle looked at Nygma's angry expression, put the scepter in his hand on the table, rushed towards Nygma, and turned behind Nygma with his cigar.

"Why do you hide yourself? Have you been disguising yourself like this? There are so many human specimens in your basement, and you put the faces one after another in the collection cabinet. Do you think you are normal?

You lost the opportunity to secretly release your true nature. Do you think this is a loss?No, I gave you an honest opportunity to release your true nature.

You no longer need to hide, you are you, face your heart, do whatever you want, no need to worry about the outside world.

You pretend to be a good gentleman, which is an escape. What you have to do is not to integrate into society, but to make society adapt to your existence. "

Kyle stroked Nygma's face, rubbing his fingers constantly to relax Nygma's expression, and spoke in a soft voice, slowing down to give Nygma time to think.

"Everyone has his or her own place in this world. Where do you put yourself? Hidden like an earthworm and only come out for air on rainy days.

Still like an eagle, let everything in the world look up to you.

Think about it seriously, would you rather just admire your masterpiece in the basement?If you wish, the photos in the hallway outside can be replaced with your masterpiece.

Don't be so stingy and let the good things show, Nygma! "