Binglin Comics

When Shamat came to the bank vault door with the bag in hand, the pouting face coming down from the rooftop was already opening the door.

Seeing his companions arriving, he pouted and complained: "They actually used a five-kilowatt power supply to connect to the vault door. What kind of bank is this?"

"I heard it's a gang's bank. I guess they are as crazy as the clown said."

Shamate opened the bag. Inside were six folded large bags for money. He pretended to be casual and asked, "Hey, where's the guy who disarmed the alarm?"

"The boss asked me to kill him after he finishes, so that I can get a smaller share." Du Zuilian cracked the code of the vault door and laughed proudly.

"Really?" Shamate laughed at himself: "He also gave me a similar task."

"What?" Du Zui Lian realized the danger and begged for mercy from the murderer behind him: "No no"

bang bang.

Opening the door to the vault, Shamat filled all six large bags with money and dragged them to the hall with difficulty.

Darling, this is tens of millions of dollars.

"Hey bro, come and help me."

Asking joker to help, the two of them dragged the money bag to the entrance of the hall.

"This is a lot of money. If that clown guy is smart enough, he should let us drive a big car."

After saying that, Shamate took out his pistol and aimed at the masked joker in the hall: "Hey, I bet, the joker asked you to kill me after we loaded up the money."

"No, no, no." Joker glanced at his watch and slowly moved to the right: "The person I want to kill is the car driver."

"Car Driver" Kill Matt was a little confused. He didn't expect that the clown had arranged for other people, so he hurriedly asked: "What car driver?"

boom

A school bus reversed through the bank gate and knocked Shamat to the ground.

The joker glanced and saw that the person was dead.

The school bus driver jumped out of the back door, took the money bag thrown by the joker, and weighed it: "This is a lot of money, and it's quite heavy."

After throwing the six money bags into the car, the school bus driver looked around and asked: "Where are the others?"

The joker didn't talk nonsense to him and shot him dead with his backhand.

Greed, arrogance, betrayal.

The joker, who is well aware of the weaknesses of people, designed every detail and succeeded in having the last laugh.

He returned to the hall, threw the money bags collected in the hall into the car, and prepared to get in the car and leave.

William was shot in the right arm, and his spine was later paralyzed by the joker, but he was not killed yet.

Witnessing the robbers' fight all the way, his eyes were full of ridicule: "Silly x, do you think you are smart? Your employer will do this to you?"

Seeing the robber approaching, William, who was paralyzed with his spine, raised his voice: "The criminals in Gotham all have their own persistence and beliefs, either for glory or to gain respect. And you, a pawn who can be exploited by others, What do you believe in?”

The joker walked up to William and put the smoke bomb into his mouth.

This smoke bomb was originally used to deal with emergencies.

Now it seems that it is no longer needed.

Staring at William, he slowly took off his clown mask, revealing his pale face.

joker's voice is low and magnetic: "What I firmly believe is that those who can't kill me will eventually make me stronger."

Grinning, he hopped on the school bus to leave.

There is a purple thread tied to the joker's waist, connected to the pull of the smoke bomb.

With the roar of the school bus engine, the tab fell off and billowing yellow smoke dispersed.

His timing was just right. The yellow school bus drove onto the street, joined other yellow school buses that suddenly appeared, and drove away.

Across the street from the bank, Jackson, a black man, patted his friend and pointed at the school bus rushing out of the bank: "Quick, five thousand yuan is coming out, follow it quickly."

"What five thousand yuan?" The two black men were stunned for two or three seconds before they reacted, and then they got into a taxi with Jackson.

Chen Hao drank all the coffee in his cup and looked at the three Jacksons leaving, feeling very satisfied.

It's money well spent, this guy is quite smart, not the common stupid guy.

Feeling the vibration in his waist, Chen Hao took out his mobile phone and saw an unfamiliar number on the caller ID.

After pressing the answer button, a deliberately lowered voice came from the other end of the phone: "At eight o'clock in the evening, come to Third Avenue to view the goods. I will contact you then."

Without waiting for Chen Hao's response, he hung up the phone.

It seems that the other party does not know what happened in his bank.

"Ah."

Chen Hao chuckled and stood on the street with open arms and let the sun shine on him. This reminded him of a sentence said by Morgan in The Shawshank Redemption.

The sun shines on me, and I feel like a free man.

Adjusting his sunglasses, Chen Hao glanced at the belated police car, got up and left.

Fish, hooked.

Evening, 7:50.

There were few pedestrians at night, and Chen Hao was walking on Gotham's Third Avenue carrying the lockbox.

This place is only one street away from the Gotham Police Department, and I don't know why the gang boss asked him to come here.

Do they think the more dangerous the place, the safer it is?

While walking on the road, there was a black man in front of Chen Hao, who was holding a bag of things to sell to a white driver.

"Hey, look at this shkd784, it's a lolita. I have three hundred different ones here."

"I don't like this." The man waved his hand, indicating that he was not interested.

The black man put away the USB flash drive and took out a bottle with pills: "Well, this friend said that he felt so high after taking it. He felt that his life had reached a climax. It felt that his life had reached its peak. It was shocking and dazzling. And colorful.”

"Really" the man raised his eyebrows, moved by the black man's demonic propaganda.

The black man suddenly glanced at the sky and sighed: "Forget it, brother, I won't sell it anymore."

"No, brother."

The driver felt as if he had taken off his pants and ran away: "Are you afraid of Batman? Come on, you have a higher chance of winning the lottery when you buy football than if you meet him."

The black man looked at the sky, swallowed, and began to retreat: "Brother, I'm really sorry, we won't sell it today."

"Tsk." Seeing the other party slip away, the driver had no choice but to angrily turn on the radio in the car.

Chen Hao was passing by and happened to hear what was inside.

"Mr. Mayor, you were elected to clean up the evil in this city. When do you plan to start?" A female host asked.

A male voice responded on the radio, which should be the mayor mentioned by the host.

"Maybe you don't believe it, but we have actually started to arrange it.

Take Batman, for example, a man who is said to make criminals fearful.

Everyone heard about the good things he was doing, but none of it was true.

In fact, our brothers in the homicide unit are close to catching him.

You have to know that cleaning up the streets of Gotham is a long process.

I promised when I was running that I would"

Feeling the shock in his waist, Chen Hao took out his phone: "Hello."

"You guys" sounded like the gangsters they contacted during the day.

"It's just me." Chen Hao responded.

"Very good. There is an underground parking lot on Third Avenue. Come to the second floor. I'll wait for you."

Finally, the other party added: "Don't try to play any tricks."

"How could that be? I'm a serious businessman." Chen Hao stared at the sign of the parking lot across the street, his smile getting even bigger.