[Zhongyingmei] After all, I'm not a devil

The time for the gamble was finalized on the second night.

In the early morning, all the underworld bosses in Gotham, big and small, knew about it.

Everyone, whether related to this matter or not, is looking forward to the arrival of the evening.

"I thought you would stop this." Alfred said while placing the dinner plates on the long dark red oval table.

Bruce Wayne folded the napkin and tied it on his Adam's apple. He said in a low voice, "You think she will lose too?"

Alfred lowered his hands and stood aside, "It's definitely not a fluke that Penguin can replace Falcone. As far as I know, although his gambling skills are not very good, his skills are not bad."

The implication is that so what if the girl wins?

In the end, it is also empty of people and money.

"So she found me and the Gotham Police Department as witnesses." Bruce Wayne skillfully cut a medium-rare rib steak with a knife, and his facial features were as deep as a god under the candlelight.

"That's where she's smart." Alfred said noncommittally.

However, his expression clearly marked his noncommittal to Coco's taking over the penguin's power.

Let's put it this way, although the Gotham Police Department does not admit it, but in fact, in Gotham after nightfall, it is the Penguin who has the final say, and there are countless brothels, bars, and casinos under him. These people only believe in fists. Convincing them is not something that can be decided by a random gamble.

Gotham underground casino.

Gamblers with their heads down and those with their heads up are coming and going in the casino.

This is a scrap car remodeling factory in the suburbs of Gotham. There are still some traces of gasoline splashed on the walls, and the tracks left by the tires can be clearly seen on the ground. The quiet and cold factory in the past was occupied by Penguin's men at some point. , They moved in more than a dozen gaming tables, and since then, this place has become a place where old gamblers gather.

"Come on, Penguin PK the Asian girl, we will see the outcome tonight!" A thick man with big arms and three tears drawn in the corner of his eyes waved his strong arms and shouted.

"Hey, John, what's the odds on your boss?" a skinny black man asked loudly.

The man glanced at him, "Old Johnny, don't you have no money?"

"Hey, you don't care if I have money, I want to bet on your boss." The black man took out a crumpled $20 bill from his pocket as if it had been ravaged in the washing machine all night.

"Old Johnny, you can earn 20 dollars at most with 40 dollars, why don't you beat that little girl, hahahaha." Someone joked loudly.

In Gotham, everything can be gambled.

No matter when Director Gordon will step down, or when the clown will escape from prison, as long as the profit is sufficient, they even dare to gamble with the number of illegitimate children of the Pope of the Vatican.

Therefore, for a whole day, the underground casino ushered in a carnival.

As night fell, the lights came on.

The Iceberg Casino has been cleared. Although all the gamblers want to witness the gamble that is enough for them to brag about for a lifetime, only a few people are eligible to attend the casino tonight.

top floor.

Penguin was smoking a cigar. He was sitting on a soft and comfortable sofa chair, wearing a black suit and holding an umbrella in his hand. He exhaled a puff of smoke, and rolled his small black eyes, "Is everyone here? "

"People from the police station have arrived." Mike's forehead was covered with sweat, and the temperature in the room was not high, but he was sweating from fear of what might happen soon.

"Don't be nervous, Mike, it's not your fault." The Penguin took a sip of the cigar and slowly spat it out.

Yes, but he had to die.

Coco jumped off the Land Rover with a backpack on her back and a strawberry-flavored lollipop in her mouth. When you saw her, you had no idea how scary such a girl would be.

"Hello." She raised her head, saw Ashley looking down from the window, smiled and waved.

Ashley felt helpless. When Gordon first ordered him, he had no idea that this girl could cause such a big thing. He didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, she would break the sky of Gotham.

"Good evening, Ashley." Coco found a chair and sat down comfortably. This time, no one dared to stop her from going upstairs.

"Good evening, Keke." Ashley and the others were armed with live ammunition and wore body armor. They all knew that the game tonight might not be that simple. Everyone's face was heavy, but only Keke looked at ease.

"Don't be so nervous." Ke Ke took the milk brought by the waiter, took a sip and said comfortingly, "It's just a gamble, and no one will die." She has always been very measured in her actions.

Ashley twitched the corner of his mouth and said nothing.

"Where's Batman?" Coco asked after looking around.

"Here." A deep male voice sounded from the corner, and everyone looked around, only to realize that he had arrived at some time.

A pointed mask covered his handsome face, and his eyes seemed to be shining.

Batman pursed his thin lips, he came quietly, but when he made a sound at this time, no one could ignore him.

"Papa..." There was a burst of applause.

At the top of the stairs, Penguin stood there with a ferocious smile on his face, "It seems that we will spend a wonderful evening together."

Shuttle/ha.

The croupier in a tuxedo suit stood in the center of the gaming table. He swiftly unpacked a brand-new box of playing cards, and then showed everyone his card cutting and shuffling skills.

His breathing was rapid, his hands trembled slightly, and his nose fluttered slightly.

But no one laughed at him.

Tonight, except for Coco, everyone's nerves are tense.

No matter who wins or loses, there will be a fierce battle tonight!

The police cars of the Gotham Police Department have been deployed near the Iceberg Casino, waiting for a signal from Ashley, and they will rush over.

And the Penguin's staff also loaded their guns, just waiting for the final result.

The smell of gunpowder/powder permeates the air, as if a string is taut, and it will burst in the next moment.

Ke Ke sat lazily on the sofa, she propped her chin, and held a piece of dark chocolate in her mouth. The rich dark chocolate was so bitter that she couldn't help frowning, she muttered in a low voice, and took the dark chocolate in her backpack. Flip it out and throw it to Batman.

"Onedayachocolatekeepsjokeraway!" Facing Batman's indifferent gaze, Coco shrugged and said.

Well, she actually doesn't like this flavor of chocolate.

Batman throws the dark chocolate to Ashley, "keepit."

Ashley was stunned, hello!He is not a depository!And on such a serious occasion, are you playing drumming and passing flowers? !

brush-

brush-

The croupier with white gloves dealt the cards to Penguin and Coco.

Penguin glanced at the hole cards, and a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.