Wishbone is also very poor today [Comprehensive British and American]

My name is Oswald Copopat.

My mother is a dancer, she is very beautiful, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a gentle smile. Her dream is to be a star and perform on the stage that everyone is looking forward to.

In this way, the people in the audience will cheer her name, listen to every note that slips out of her lips and tongue with fascination, and admire her wonderful limbs and dancing postures intently. They will remember her hair, eyes , warm red lips and elegant smile.

She deserves everything, no one will say no to her, no one is willing to reject her.

It's a pity that people in the world, especially those narrow-minded and jealous Omegas, are jealous of her talent, suppress her, and bully her.

So my mother is just a little dancing girl now.

But so what?

In my heart, she is the most beautiful woman and the center of the world.

I know that in her eyes, I am also the cutest child and the most handsome man in the world.

Too bad I let her down.

I was born short, thin, and sickly, with ordinary, ordinary freckles, and an ugly, pointed nose.

Our family is very poor. I don't know who my father is. Although Copopat is a well-known noble family in Gotham, which rich family doesn't have a few poor relatives?

When I was sick, my mother would hold me tightly in her arms, touch my head with pity, and call my name in a low voice.

If she wasn't so sad, I really wanted to stay sick like this forever. Wouldn't it be better for me to be born in her arms and die in her arms?

The life of the two living together was completely broken when I was 14 years old.

I developed into an Omega.

The first sexual characteristic came too suddenly, not to mention that my mother is a Beta, and the chance of the child developing into an Omega is very small. I always thought that I would spend my life as an ordinary Beta.

The uncle neighbor next door went completely crazy the moment he smelled my estrous smell. He slammed on the door of our house vigorously. My mother and I shivered in the cold bathroom. I soaked in the water, trying to cover up the smell on my body. , unfortunately that doesn't work.

The Alphas passing by downstairs and even on the street wrinkled their noses, searching for the source of the smell.

The thin wooden door couldn't stop the strong Alpha, they dragged me out of the bathroom and pinned me on the bed.Mom tried to hug me to protect me, but was pushed away, bumped her head against the corner of the table and passed out.

I kept resisting and struggling, and that Alpha picked up the bedside lamp and smashed it on my right leg.

I was so painful that I couldn't speak, the blood and tears on my face flowed into my mouth, and I could only swallow it into my stomach with my saliva.

Without a bit of legendary pleasure, their brutal actions were like a whip, whipping my soul.I couldn't help screaming, but they seemed to enjoy my pain and screaming, the look on their faces was such enjoyment, joy, and I was crying and taking it all.

I long for someone to save me, but no one will care about an ugly little Omega in the slums, I am nothing but a piece of trash, a lowly thing, even if I die on the street, no one will shed a single tear for me except my mother.

But even trash has trash friends just like him.

Selena, who lives on the first floor, secretly opened the window and ran in after those Alphas left, and gave me a tube of inhibitors.

"Where did you get it?" I knew she didn't have enough money to buy it.

I saw Selena covering up the wound on her arm unnaturally, and she smiled: "Stolen from the pharmacy."

"Thank you." My hands were shaking.

Selena jumped off the stairs lightly, "I'm leaving."

Mom was in a coma for a long time before waking up, and I'm glad she didn't see with her own eyes what those Alphas did to me.

I cry in her arms and wash my face with tears every day.Gradually, the desperation and pain fermented into deep-seated resentment under the harsh environment. I hated my own poverty, and hated this sinful city even more.

A month later, I was finally able to get out of bed. My broken leg was useless without timely treatment. Others laughed when they saw me limping.

Little Penguin, that's what they call me, and I hate that nickname.

I dropped out of school and started working, washing dishes in restaurants, doing housework, and doing everything I could to save money so I could buy a tube of suppressants before each rut came.

That year, I went to work in a new nightclub, and the owner was called Fish, a very beautiful female Beta. Meeting her was the beginning of the ups and downs in my life.

She appreciates me and asks me to be her umbrella boy. All I need to do every day is hold an umbrella and pour her wine, which is extremely relaxing.

Not long after the good times, a major event happened in Gotham, the richest man Thomas Wayne and his wife were killed.

The Gotham Police Department's Major Crimes Unit seemed to suspect that Fish was involved, and they approached me, hoping that I would identify Fish.I wanted to say no, but Falcone, Fish's boss, had someone bring me a message to accept.

My guess is that Fish's rapid rise and hard-line style made Falcone unhappy.I was glad that I was in Falcone's favor, and I betrayed Fish without hesitation.

I thought I had seized the opportunity to sell Falcone, but Fish knew about it.

People from the serious crime team did not arrest Fish and put him in prison, but I was tied up and put in a sack by Fish's men. I curled up in the trunk of the car that was driving smoothly, and wept again.

Fish's men handed me over to a cop who seemed to be called Jim Gordon, who had just asked Fish for help on a case some time ago.

Fish threatened Gordon to kill me, or she would kill sweet little Jim too.Fish had several cops who got their hands dirty by killing someone for her for money or threats.

Fish kept them under control by leaving evidence of their killings, and it was such a good tactic that I thought I was going to die that night.

Unexpectedly, the young Alpha officer let me live. He pushed me into the water, fired blank shots, pretended to hit me, and warned me not to go back to Gotham.

But I still come back.

With my last breath, I climbed to the door of Falcone, knelt down and cried bitterly, begging him to give me another chance to prove my ability.

Falcone casually told me that he wanted me to go undercover with his rival Maroni, and I accepted the new job with tears of gratitude.

I was lucky enough to find a job in the back kitchen of a restaurant under Maroney's management. After a while, I found out the details of this restaurant, Maroney's fund transfer station.

So I got a small amount of money from Falcone and got Selena to put me in touch with some desperadoes to rob the restaurant.

Plus, Selena actually took over my job as Fish's other umbrella boy.

What a pleasant surprise.

I protected Maroni's property in that co-op robbery, got Maroni's attention and teamed up with Selena to cover up the money that was robbed.

I got the first $200 million in my life. With this money, I can leave Gotham with my mother and go to a peaceful place to make a home.

But resentment and a thirst for power drove my body and mind.

I flattered Maroney and even climbed into his bed.

I know what he likes about me, even though I'm not beautiful and have a crippled leg.

But Maroney's eyes told me that he liked my cowardice, my admiration for him and those little thoughts that he could see through.

It's like having a fierce Chihuahua at home. It likes to bark at outsiders, but when it encounters danger, it always retracts into its owner's arms dejectedly, with tears in its eyes.

The owner can stroke its hot belly and enjoy its tenderness and softness.

Cheap and sad, but also cute.

He keeps calling me "my little penguin", lol.

Three years passed quickly, and I was always able to complete the tasks Maroney gave me.

When you know the rules of the game and are ruthless enough, everything actually becomes simple. In this life-and-death Vanity Fair, everyone looks down on me, which happens to give me a greater chance.

Selena also took root with Fish, and people started calling her Catwoman.

The fact that she grew from a child as helpless as I was to an excellent Alpha even made me a little jealous.

Why do those Alphas always get everything easily?

Because of an accident, one of Maroni's important confidants was taken to the police station.

Behind my back, I encouraged Victor, Falcone's assassin, to break into prison.Victor did a good job, and that guy did reveal a lot of Maroni's secrets to Falcone's benefit, so he forgave me for my presumption.

I told Maroney again that this must be the signal for Falcone to go to war with him, and Maroney, that pompous, irritable fool, believed it.

He convened a meeting of all members that night to discuss countermeasures and fight fire with fire.

I planted explosives on the chassis of the car Maroney was riding in. The dose of explosives was just enough to not kill him, but to put him in the hospital.

I did this to completely provoke the relationship between Falcone and Maroni, and make the two largest black forces in Gotham go to war, so that I can take advantage of the forces that have been secretly cultivated for three years.

When the new king wants to take over, the old king must step aside.

I hired a well-known killer on the black market, hoping to find an opportunity to kill them both directly.Unexpectedly, the opportunity came so quickly. Falcone actually ordered people to attack the hospital. The two sides fought head-on, and Falcone won in the end.

Falcone's untimely chivalry made him want to kill Maroni himself.

They're both too old to turn their heads, and it's time for Gotham to welcome its new rulers.

I prepared a lot of explosives, and paid a lot of money to let the killers I hired sneak into the hospital to place them.I detonated the explosives after seeing Falcone walk through the hospital doors.

I laughed out loud as the flames rose.

The only obstacle now is Fish, the woman who nearly killed me.

I got Fish's trail through Selena, and killed the past with a large group of people.Fish was a very powerful woman, and the bodies of the two of us piled up into a bloody hill, but she was only flesh and blood after all.

Seeing her being pushed down from a high place by me and falling quickly, I stood at the commanding heights of the city.

I did, and in that moment I fell in love with this crazy city and the opportunities it gave me.

"I'm a penguin, I'm the king of Gotham!"

"No, you're not." Jim Gordon's voice came from behind me.

I turned my head in shock to find that my few remaining men had been subdued by Catwoman, and Gordon had a gun pointed at me just like three years ago.

The difference is, I know he really wants to shoot this time.

"Why, Selena?" I felt tears welling up in my eyes, my nose was sour, and I cried and asked, "Why did you betray me, I...I regard you as a friend."

"The hospital that you bombed, those dead children and pregnant women! You are a lunatic, do you know?" Selena's eyes were full of emotions that made me feel strange.

"Gotham can be ruled by Maroni and Falcone or even by people like Fish, at least they are willing to keep the civilians out of the way, but you are different. Your madness and paranoia will drive everyone to the end. You destroy The rules of Gotham's underground world."

I don't understand why you Alphas can accuse me of viciousness so casually, obviously... You forced me to do so.

I did not resist and was taken back to the police station by Gordon.

None of the subordinates I bought with money came to rescue me.

I was sent to Arkham Asylum after a mental test.

Shock therapy there, countless days and nights of pain, I reached the breaking point and then reshaped.

They cured me. I can no longer kill, and I can no longer kill. Even when I think of killing, my body will twitch, as if I have been shocked by electricity.

I feel better than ever, I am finally healed and I can be a good person.

Dr. Hugo, the dean of Arkham, gave me a piece of paper proving that I had been cured. I walked out of the madhouse gate with a happy smile on my face. I was ready to atone for my sins and for this beautiful To the world I dedicate myself.

I wanted to be the first to share the good news with my mom, who was lying on the bed with her back to me when I walked in the door, her beautiful fluffy blonde hair so dazzling.

I walked over mischievously, ready to scare her, so I poked her secretly.

She turned over, and a pale skull was facing me, with no emotion in the dark eye sockets.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

The world has not treated me kindly after all.

Then please, accept all my filth, viciousness and revenge