I don't want to be a good person for the younger brother of the protagonist of the American man

Falcone, the boss of Gotham's mob empire, probably never would have guessed.

A few minutes ago, I was still in the victorious posture of the superior, oppressing Bruce Wayne, the great prince of Gotham, with fear.

And after a few minutes, he became the object of fear and oppression, and his trusted bodyguards were vulnerable in front of the other party, who obviously didn't care about his influence and power.

This is a monster that Gotham has never had before, like a demon resurrected from hell.

In a messy underground bar, Falcone held his twisted right hand, the muscles on his face twitched wildly: "Who are you? What do you want, money, women, power, fame, I am Carmine -Falcone, I'll give you anything you want!"

"Actually..." the black demon sitting across from him spoke, his voice was so hoarse that it didn't look like a human being: "I came here specially to thank you."

"Thank me?" Falcone's brain couldn't turn around, looking at the bodyguard lying on the ground whose life and death were uncertain, looking at his ferocious purple palm... What kind of thanks is this?

"Yeah, I really appreciate you very much." Loya smiled.

If it wasn't for Falcone, how could he have the chance to kill Zill in public and fulfill the original body's long-cherished wish.

Although killing Joe Chill is equivalent to helping Falcone remove the tainted witness, Loya doesn't care about it.

From the time he traveled, he never intended to be a law-abiding, oppressed good person.

Revenge is cool for a while, revenge is always cool.As for the so-called justice and saving the city, these are not the goals and beliefs he cares about.

"Sir, can you let me go?"

Falcone's eyes are full of hope and desire to survive. He is the emperor of Gotham who eats black and white, so don't just die in this place!

"It's not impossible, after all, there is no enmity between us." Luo Ya touched his chin: "Kneel down first, and beg me for mercy."

"Huh?" Falcone was stunned, while Loya just looked at him calmly.

"Good good."

Falcone resisted the humiliation. He left his seat and knelt on the floor of the bar, letting his white suit be stained with dust and blood: "Please, sir. I beg you, let me go."

"When you ask for help, you must be more sincere." Luo Ya raised his foot, stepped on the back of the other's head, and let the other's meticulously combed hair fall on the floor full of wine and glass.

"Please, please! My lord!"

Falcone kowtowed hard, and the glass cut his forehead, causing blood to flow down his face.

He never thought that one day he would kneel down and beg for mercy like the Wayne couple more than ten years ago.

Damn, damn, damn!

If I can leave alive, I will definitely avenge my shame and pay back ten times, no matter what evil monster you are!

Falcone roared in his heart, but still acted humble and flattering on the surface.

"Very good." Loya's palm fell on Falcone's head, like the owner stroking his dog.

The next moment, some dark liquid poured into Falcone's body along Loya's hand.

Falcone trembled all over, only to feel that something penetrated into his brain and edited his thoughts.The monstrous hatred for the present existence has turned into an inviolable awe!

"You...you, what did you do to me?" Falcone looked up blankly with great fear, looking at the existence of the demon sitting on the chair, as if he was looking up at the god he made a pious offering to.

"A try."

Loya replied casually, the black liquid poured back into his hand, and there was system feedback in front of him:

"You corrupted Falcone, and given Falcone's mental strength and submission, you managed to take control of Falcone."

It turns out that this is the manipulation ability to control the symbiotic evolutionary branch.

Loya's eyes flickered slightly. His venom symbiosis ability cannot attach to a target that does not have spider genes for symbiosis.But it can manipulate and control any life. When the opponent is an extraordinary life form, there is even a certain probability of obtaining a small part of the opponent's innate characteristics.

This is the first time that Luo Ya has practiced using the ability to control erosion, and he has gained some experience and insights.

The success of erosion control is related to the mental strength of the manipulative object. If it is an ordinary person and is in a state of surrender, it can basically succeed.

If the target's mental strength is too strong, a series of corrosion and inducement can also be used to make the other party fall into obedience...

This ability should be very useful for extreme super villain targets.

But in this way, why is he a bit like an evil god who recruits evil believers to make offerings to?

Loya tried to ask Falcone who was lying on the ground: "Falcone, if I let you go back tonight and dismantle your gangster criminal empire, how about it?"

A trace of struggle appeared on Falcone's face, and he quickly nodded seriously: "My lord, I will do the same."

Loya shook his head: "No, you can maintain the status quo. Just restrain yourself and don't implicate innocent citizens who have not committed crimes."

When the water is clear, there are no fish, not to mention Gotham, which is completely rotten from the root of its system and atmosphere.

Even if Falcone's gangster criminal empire collapses today, it won't take the next day, and a bigger criminal empire will rise that night.The turmoil caused by the change of the criminal empire in the middle is definitely more terrifying than the peaceful and prosperous scene on the surface, and the ultimate victims are still ordinary citizens of Gotham.

The criminals can never be killed, and Roja knows that he cannot change Gotham, and he does not intend to change Gotham.

Perhaps in the near future, that person will be able to improve Gotham's atmosphere and system, and bring the dawn of "justice" to Gotham, but it will definitely not be him.

He's just a bad kid in a vengeful rage.

……

The venom Hualuoya came out from the back door of the underground bar, and just passed an alley corner, a tall young man was leaning against the streetlight, aiming at him with a revolver in his hand.

The young man asked in a low voice: "Stop! Who are you? Are you Falcone's subordinate, or the hidden leader of Falcone's criminal group?"

Luo Ya didn't look back, in fact, even if he didn't look back, he knew who was pointing the gun at him.

This voice is all too familiar.

The two brothers who used to eat and play together in the manor mansion are now standing under the light and in the shadows.

"Bruce Wayne." Loya turned his back to the young man, his voice hoarse and sharp: "You should thank me, I got rid of the criminal who killed your parents for you. If it wasn't for me, you are the murderer who is wanted all over the city now gone."

Bruce was silent, indeed - watching the other party kill Zill in the morning without getting his hands dirty, he felt genuinely relieved and relieved.

However, what he feels in his heart is more pain and sorrow, which is almost congested in his heart and he can't breathe.

If Gotham ends up, everyone in this city needs to follow the anger and violence in exchange for true justice, is that still justice?

With the spread of desperation and revenge, there are more and more perpetrators and fewer and fewer good people. In the end, the good people are forced to become perpetrators first. That is when Gotham completely fell into a dark hell.

Who else can save the city when all the good guys are doing nothing?

Bruce threw away the revolver in his hand, his blank eyes became clear and firm, and he roared unwillingly in his heart: "I can't be reconciled, I really can't be reconciled! I want to be a good person and save Gotham!"

at this moment.Bruce Wayne made a decision, since he didn't fire that shot in the morning, he would never kill anyone again.

Even if the criminals can be killed, the crimes cannot be killed. He must establish a banner of justice that can truly support the future of Gotham.

And at the same time that Bruce threw away the revolver, Loya also took steps and walked into the depths of Gotham's alleyway away from the lights.

Bruce Wayne, brother.

You still don't understand Gotham, and you don't know the evil of Gotham. When you understand Gotham, you will become Batman.

But you'll probably never understand me.

The venom Hualoya disappeared into the night of Gotham as if melting into the darkness, leaving Bruce standing alone in the light.