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

"Can you help me sell this item to your dealer?" Bullock tugged at the corner of Selena's clothes.

"You stole it from Bruce?"

Selena stared at a watch in her younger brother's hand, with an uncertain expression.

Bullock wanted to slip the stolen goods into his sister's hands, and he said of course: "Bruce won't mind, he has so many watches, he won't even realize that he is missing one."

Selena didn't know what was stung, she whimpered violently like an annoyed little beast: "This is different! He treats us as friends, and we are not so poor that we will starve to death tomorrow, you really let me I am ashamed!"

Brock took his hand back timidly, and he said lightly: "But... But Afu said that if Maria had money, she would tell me a bedtime story..."

Bullock's underdeveloped brain misinterpreted Alfred's meaning, and the kind old housekeeper just said that maybe Maria didn't love her child, but she just couldn't protect herself and couldn't even take care of herself.

"Jesus, sleepy stories, do you like listening to stories so much? Tell yourself!" Bullock's stupid look of still worrying about Maria made her angry, and Selena took Bullock out of his hands. Li snatched the stolen mechanical watch.

It was their second night back in Gotham, parting ways with the Wayne boys, and it was funny how Mariah didn't even care where they'd been for a month.

Selena turned around, ruthless, leaving her doubting brother behind, stumbling back to Wayne Manor, and groped into Bruce's study.

Wayne's house was eerily empty. The moonlight shone through the corner of the curtains, casting bright spots on the floor. Bruce was sitting upright under the wooden desk lamp, quietly flipping through something.

"What are you doing?" With a gust of night wind blowing by, Selena squatted on the table by the window with a guilty conscience, and asked with her head in her head.

"Look at the company's information." Bruce smiled reservedly. "After all, this is the only thing my father left me. I don't want the board of directors to take the company for themselves."

Selena turned over and entered the room, and moved a golden-haired head closer, only to see a bunch of unexplained gibberish, she pouted and asked, "Do you understand?"

"Mostly, I've actually started self-studying my management and finance courses in college." Bruce said honestly.

Selena's eyes were darkened, and her wit had faded. She took out Bruce's watch from her pocket, and put it quietly on the corner of the table.

Bruce didn't look up: "You can keep it."

"No." Selena jumped from the window sill on the second floor to the thick tree trunk, and disappeared into the night lightly.

When she got home and pushed the door open, Maria's bedroom door was wide open, and she and a guest were having a juicy fuck.And Bullock was busy up and down with a small rag, diligently wiping the dusty window sill.

Selena hugged her younger brother and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, kid."

Bullock opened his mouth wide, leaned his head on his sister obediently, and within a few minutes he was so sleepy that he closed his eyes and said in a daze, "You're back, I'm so sleepy..."

Selena pressed her brother's head in her arms, took another coat to cover him, and left here without looking back.

"Have you figured it out?"

"I accept your job." Selena held Bullock in her arms, and looked directly at the thin and short young man in an ill-fitting suit.

Oswald smiled nervously. In the dark alleys of Gotham, the drizzle streaked across his crystal gray-blue eyes. He told Selena in his own soft and gloomy voice: "Great choice, you won't regret it."

The two of them are like countless poor people at the bottom, facing the fate of a mad dog, they choose to bite back fiercely.

The next day, Selena went to Fish's nightclub to report that since Oswald was shot dead by Gordon, Fish has been looking for a new dog. Feeling that he won Fish's favor, he was promoted to Her Lady Queen's little attendant, and his daily work was serving tea and pouring water, holding an umbrella and shining shoes.

Then report Fish's whereabouts to Oswald.

I am so happy that I can get two salaries.

On the corner of Fifth Street in Gotham City, an Italian restaurant, a secret mafia stronghold.

Almost everyone in Gotham knows that Falcone and Maroney monopolize Gotham's underground world, and many people know that this restaurant is owned by Maroney, but few people know that this humble little restaurant is Maroney Oswald is one of the transfer points for funds.

He just got a job here half a month ago, cleaning dishes and taking out garbage in the back kitchen.

Maroney admired the crippled disabled youth, or maybe he just found his funny walk amusing, who knows.

But today is Oswald's lucky day.

At around five o'clock in the morning, 500 million US dollars was packed in a safe and sent to the restaurant. After waiting for the inspection and acceptance, it arrived at the pier this evening and flowed into the pockets of South American drug lords in exchange for those intoxicating small white powders.

It's a pity that Gotham is a city full of surprises, even for Maroni, who is in power.

Shortly after the restaurant opened for business, three thugs armed with submachine guns rushed in and fired, stole the safe, boarded the van and drove away, causing three deaths and five injuries.

An angry Maroni came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, but was surprised to find Oswald hiding in the toilet cubicle shivering.

He actually held a safe in his arms, which contained only 100 million US dollars left.

The gruff, strong Italian Alpha happily hugged Oswald's head and gave him a resounding kiss on the cheek, saying loudly, "My dear little penguin, little freak, at least you'll stay with me." a little dignity."

Maroney then turned around, drew his gun, pointed it at the restaurant manager and said, "And you're making me lose face."

With a gunshot, Oswald, the lame little penguin, became the new manager of Maroni's restaurant and began to break into Maroni's inner circle.

"Go ahead and buy yourself a suitable suit." Maroney said cheerfully, patting Oswald on the shoulder.

Oswald half-bent, with tears in his eyes, looked up at Maroni sincerely, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, Your Excellency Maroni, I will definitely not disappoint your trust."

On the other side of the city, three masked men secretly opened the dilapidated wooden door and carried all the stolen money into the rental house before taking off their hoods.

A little black-haired boy poked his head in from the door. He was dangling with four steaming cups of coffee, then carefully opened the lids of the cups, and put the coffee in front of different people in order.

"These two cups are original mocha, this one is covered with milk, and this one is extra strong."

The red-haired Beta seemed to like Bullock quite a bit. He pulled out two ten-dollar bills and stuffed them into the child's hand, "Your tip."

"You can go into the house and play by yourself." Selena said while counting the money.

Bullock nodded obediently, then ran into the house by himself, sat by the bed, opened the MP3 that Selena bought for him a few days ago with a curious face, and carefully poked the earphones into his ears.

The red-haired Rhodes poked Selena with his elbow, "Hey, where did you get the inside information?"

"I have my own channel," Selena smiled mysteriously, and took a sip of coffee, "I'll find you guys next time I have work to do."

The three were laughing and joking, until one of them fell to the ground, and the other two were too dizzy to open their eyes, their limbs fluttering wildly, and Selina quietly let go of the hand holding the cup.

"Did they faint?" Bullock heard the sound in the bedroom, jumped out of bed and ran out.

"Nice job." Selena rubbed Bullock's head.

Facts have proved that Bullock's goofy appearance is indeed effective for people to relax their guard and drink the coffee he handed over with toppings.

Just when Selena was about to move the money in the sack to the car to take away, Bullock quietly pulled out the suppressed pistol from behind, and shot three times in the heads of the unlucky ghosts on the ground.

The recoil made his hands ache.

Selena heard the sound behind her, turned around and saw only three stupid corpses with blood and brains all over the floor.

"What are you doing?" Selena's eyes widened.

Bullock tearfully blew his hands and said primly, "They know your name and what you look like, Selena."

When they wake up and find out that the Rumlow sister and brother have stolen a huge sum of money, God knows what they will do, maybe they will go directly to Maroney or Fish to sue.

Selena was at a loss for words for a moment, of course she knew that she couldn't be left alive.But in the plan, Oswald was the one who came to the end. She was only responsible for contacting the goons, organizing activities and driving.

"Wow, it looks like I don't need to do it." Oswald limped in from the door, pointing proudly at the corpse on the ground, with a strange look of success.

Selena threw him two bags of money and asked, "What's next?"

"You'll be Fish's dog, and I'll be Maroney's little penguin. No one can reach the sky in one step." Oswald said impatiently: "Throw these corpses into the sea, this house and that car Also dispose of it and don’t use it again.”

Brock nodded, and took out a chainsaw from the cabinet carefully, plugged in the power and slowly cut the corpse into small pieces that were easy to throw away.

Hearing the sound of Oswald's footsteps disappearing at the corner of the stairs, Bullock's usually not very bright little brain is extraordinarily energetic when it encounters blood, as if he was born full of spirituality and talent for killing and stealing goods. He rubbed his nose and reminded Celine Na: "You can't trust him, he's not a good guy."

Selena: "..."

How dare you say that after you've just killed and dismembered three people?

The corner of Selena's mouth twitched, and she squatted down to help her brother wipe off the blood on his face: "I know, you don't have to worry about me."

Oswald was definitely hiding something, and as a neighbor down the block, Selena knew him.Little Penguin has absolutely no money to buy guns and vans, let alone buy them that would leave traces that could be traced.

He must be working for some powerful and powerful person. Only for this reason, he would not care about the 200 million in Selena's hand, and would not turn his face and kill someone just to take the money for himself.