Anti-hero of a certain comic

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, our special program tonight"

A wild voice sounded in the venue, and the Remington shotgun that often appears in police movies roared.

The originally lively celebration banquet suddenly lost its voice, as if someone had strangled its neck.

What started out as chatting and laughing turned into a very sudden silence.

Six gangsters wearing red hoods broke into the top floor of the Governor's Hotel. They held the collars of the security guards downstairs and walked out of the elevator in a swagger.

The one walking in front fired a blank shot without saying a word.

"Dear rich guys, we are the new criminals in this city, so it may seem a little strange to you. I heard that Gotham is a city of sin, a paradise for villains. We want to complete a story on this stage tonight. A wonderful opening show”

The leader, the red hood, raised the shotgun in his hand, pointed it at the surrounding guests, spun it in a circle, and then pulled the trigger toward the crystal chandelier above.

The huge sound once again scared all the guests to tremble, for fear that the cold muzzles would be aimed at them.

"Don't worry, even if someone calls the police now, it will take at least 10 minutes from the time the Gotham Police Department is dispatched to arriving here and surrounding us. Those useless police officers have to pass through the old city of Gotham from Triangle Point and pass through the boutique The Diamond District of Commercial Street, then Robinson Park and Millers Bay, and the recent police patrols, it also takes about 10 minutes."

This group of robbers was obviously well prepared and had calculated the route and time for the Gotham Police Department to dispatch police forces in advance.

"Before this"

The red hood said in a relaxed tone, turning the gun and pressing it against the security guard's chest.

嘭

The bullet hit the body, leaving a cloud of blood mist

"Before this, there is no problem in killing you all."

Red Hood's cruel methods shocked everyone in the venue.

The well-dressed celebrities and wealthy people, as well as their female companions in evening gowns, all huddled together.

The dead security guard fell limply on the marble floor, and the gurgling blood soon meandered into a stream.

"We need 1000 million in cash, so all the celebrities in Gotham, the high and mighty big shots, you have five minutes to take your checkbook out of your pocket and sign your name."

Red Hood said loudly.

He walked around the venue without feeling any nervousness as a robber, and even had the time to pick up a glass of champagne from the table.

This guy who is obviously the leader, unlike the other companions, has his entire face covered by the red hood.

He showed his chin with a sharp and thin line, and his beard looked like sparse weeds.

"I know that two streets away from this hotel, there is a bank where gangsters use to launder money. As long as you present the check, they will give you a suitcase full of cash without asking anything."

The red hooded leader raised his hand and glanced at the time before firing into the air again.

嘭

The sparkling Swarovski crystal chandelier was riddled with holes from the fired steel balls.

"Why are you still standing there? There are only 3 minutes left."

There was another commotion among the guests. Everyone looked at each other, as if they didn't know what to do.

Some don't have a checkbook with them, some can't afford so much money, and some don't want to be the first to do it.

In short, the scene became deserted for a while.

Seeing that the red hooded leader became impatient, he raised his hand and raised the shotgun in his hand.

a voice sounded

"Sir, I am willing to pay you 1000 million, but please do not hurt anyone and do not cause any casualties. It will also be good for you. At least you will not have to face the Gotham Police Department's wanted arrest in the city."

As chief executive of Wayne Group, Mr. Earle displayed a calm and collected demeanor.

He stepped out from the guests and walked up to the leader, the red hood.

He raised his hands very wisely, then very slowly reached into his inner pocket and took out his checkbook.

"Finally a smart guy steps up."

The Red Hood laughed, opened his arms to hug Mr. Earle, who was stiff, and put his arms around the other person's shoulders after letting go.

Like

Like good friends who have a close relationship, he said word for word: "Wanted in the whole city, this is exactly what we want."

Feeling the excitement in Red Hood's tone, Mr. Earl couldn't help but regret.

If I had known that the robber was a mentally ill lunatic, he would never have stood up and pretended to be a hero.

"Otherwise, why do you think we are here just to steal 1000 million from you damn rich people? Instead of doing this, my brothers and I might as well just go and rob the Gotham National Bank."

Red Hood held Earl's neck with one hand and turned him to face him.

The wanton laughter was like a bullet, almost hitting that old face filled with fear.

"There are so many criminals in Gotham, and we want to be the stars."

He shook the signed check and shouted: "No. 1000, take the check. Return to the old place with [-] million with No. [-]."

Two red hoods armed with assault rifles took the check, then turned and left without saying a word.

There are now four people left in the venue. Two are guarding the elevator door, and one is pointing a gun at the huddled guests.

The last Red Hood, their leader, pushed Mr. Earl, who generously contributed 1000 million ransoms, back into the crowd.

"Now, I need two more hostages to ensure that my brothers can escape successfully after they get the money."

The leader of the red hood glanced back and forth, and the crowd of guests kept retreating, like a group of poor elk being forced to the edge of a cliff.

"This time, no one volunteered? Because of Mr. Earl's generosity, I am willing to let him go. After all, he paid a large sum of money to buy his life."

Earl, who returned to the crowd, showed a trace of happiness on his face, and couldn't help but feel satisfied with his actions just now.

Then, his eyes moved, as if he thought of something.

"Sir, I can offer another 1000 million. I hope you can let Bruce Wayne go. He is the last heir of the Wayne family."

Mr. Earl said tremblingly, his tone was quite sincere, as if he was sincerely begging.

"You rich people have so many ideas."

The red hooded leader smiled strangely, as if he had seen through Earl's true thoughts.

Holding the shotgun, he roughly pushed through the crowd and followed his gaze to find the two young men standing by the glass curtain wall.

"Which of you is Bruce Wayne? Wait, I know your face, a rich man who appears in the headlines of newspapers every day."

The Red Hood leader pointed his gun at Bruce.

He glanced at the young man next to him out of the corner of his eye.

He wears expensive-looking suits and leather shoes, has a straight and well-proportioned figure, and is leisurely holding a glass of champagne in his hand.

Coupled with a good face that can seduce many women, he is dignified, well-educated, and very young.

Just the kind of guy he hates the most

Such lucky people who are born with a golden key in their mouth think that having money can solve everything. But when you pierce that luxurious and dazzling cloak of power, they will reveal their true face of being humble and insignificant.

upper class elite

The corners of the red hooded leader's mouth outlined a hint of ferocity.

He raised the shotgun, shook it slightly, and asked, "What the hell is your name?"

"Leo White. If you're just in it for the money, I could consider being a hostage."

The young man replied in a calm voice.

The red hooded leader was stunned for a moment, then laughed wildly.

He nodded and said: "I want to be a hero. I like the way you look now. No. [-], take these two to the car."

"correct"

The leader of the Red Hood paused as he was walking towards the elevator, then turned back.

嘭

"I hate old guys like you who play tricks and tricks the most."

The shotgun roared and opened a hole in Earl's chest without mercy.

"As an audience, you should applaud at the curtain call."

The red hooded leader raised his gun and reminded him kindly.

Sporadic applause rang out in the venue, as if to bid farewell to the departure of this gang of robbers.