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

At 11:30 in the middle of the night, Gotham was covered by the thick night, and all the appalling crimes were bred with its dark body.

"Selena, I saw someone." Bullock held a small broken flip phone, dialed Selena's number, and opened his mouth to say.

Selena conveniently punched a drunk who was pulling the little girl and refused to let go, and after rejecting the girl's approach, she asked boredly: "Who is it?"

Brock replied seriously: "Match Malone."

"I haven't heard of it, how did he provoke you? Don't try to kill again, little ancestor." Thanks to her brother for his good habit of killing people when they disagree with each other, Selena destroyed the corpse and opened her eyes to Detective Gordon The skill tree for telling nonsense is almost full.

Brock watched Penguin Oswald and Malone blushing commercially, hid behind the door and covered his mouth with his hands, and continued to whisper: "I really want to kill him."

Selena yelled through the microphone without demeanor: "No!!!"

Bullock nodded obediently: "Okay then, I'll call Bruce to kill him."

"What's the matter with Bruce?" Selena's head was full of question marks.

"Match Malone is the one who killed his parents, and his face looks like that of the murderer."

Selina was so angry at Bullock's erratic focus ability that she couldn't speak, she twitched the corners of her mouth: "Don't act rashly, I'll talk about it when I go back."

The price for Selena's emergence on Fish's side was that more and more eyes began to stare at her. If someone found out that she was having an affair with Oswald, the big red man next to Maroni, she would become a woman that night. A mangled body was thrown into the sea to be fed to sharks.

So Brock volunteered to take over the work of his sister and connect with Oswald.

In the beginning, he often used extremely low EQ to make the penguins, who were already cloudy and uncertain, so angry that they almost grew grass on their graves.But after a long time, the two of them lived in peace, although Selena felt that it was a small miracle that the two didn't pull out their guns and kill each other suddenly.

And our miracle boy put the aging machine in his pocket, took three seconds to think about the somewhat complicated grammar of "acting rashly", then put the whole thing behind him, and began to eat pudding happily.

"Why are you looking for that person?" Seeing that Oswald walked into the back room after discussing business, Brock asked without hesitation, sipping a smooth and sweet pudding.

In the evening, Oswald was leaning on an expensive-looking black umbrella, and he looked a lot more dignified. He flicked a few wisps of air bangs on his forehead, and said condescendingly: "It doesn't matter." your business."

"This is where Fish has been recently." Bullock ignored his arrogant attitude and handed Oswald the small note on the table that recorded Fish's whereabouts.

Seeing Bullock still sitting on the table motionless, Oswald said, "You can go."

According to what the school teacher taught him, Brock asked politely: "Mr. Copopat, can you wait for me to finish eating? This is not easy to take."

"Go away." Oswald poked him with the tip of his umbrella.

Brock pouted aggrievedly: "Okay."

Then he tumbled out of the high chair and out of nowhere.

"Could you bring me the vanilla-flavored cake next to your house next time? I'm tired of eating pudding." Bullock held the door open and asked reluctantly.

"No."

Ah, what a wretch Mr. Copopat is, he'll bring him vanilla cake next time, just as he'll bring pudding.

Bullock walked in square steps with his short legs, walking in the darkness like a fish in water.

After Selena left the dinner, she returned home after one o'clock in the evening. It took a lot of work to find out about Match Malone, but thinking about Bruce's miserable face and the dozen expensive dresses in the living room, she Still working hard all the way.

As far as professional killers are concerned, Match Malone has a bit of conscience and professional ethics.

With the principle of "killing Alpha and Beta at the original price, killing Omega twice, killing children five times, and not killing babies", he is widely praised in the industry, but he often only receives tasks to kill Alpha and Beta, and his life is a bit bitter Xixi.

Ma Long didn't leave any photos. For a person like him, it is estimated that the only photos that can be left are black and white photos.

So Selena wasn't sure that he was the murderer of the Wayne couple. She decided to find time tomorrow to meet him at the bar Malone often goes to.

"Your makeup is messed up, so ugly." Bullock stood at the door like a ghost, his messy black hair was messed up in front of his face.

Selena rushed to the cramped bathroom, washed her face in the mirror and said, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Bullock was as honest as ever: "I'm afraid you will die outside, waiting for your body to be collected."

Selena shook her hand pulling the false eyelashes, and said weakly: "Thank you, you are really my good brother."

Bullock: "There may be big moves on the Penguin side, you have to be careful recently."

Selena finally cleaned up the mess on her face. She hummed and couldn't help laughing again: "Are you eavesdropping on the corner again? The little guy has sharp ears."

"Of course." Brock, who was praised, raised his head happily, and rolled back to sleep.

The next morning, Selena got up from the bed at five o'clock, greeted Fish first, bought hot coffee and breakfast, and ran to Victor to listen Master's teachings.

That's right, Victor, the famous gold medal killer in the underworld of Gotham, Victor with the bald head.

I don't know if the Omega in Gotham is more sturdy than other places. This Omega, who is so thankful that his eyebrows are bald, has an unknown age, a sexual obsession, and his record is enough to make people frightened.

Just the day before yesterday, he led a group of desperadoes, armed with two Gatling machine guns, and rushed into the Gotham Police Station. He just stood on the table, and the two guns burst into flames.

Except for Detective Gordon, who had made a name for himself, no one dared to tell him that he had snatched an important person away from the police station.

I dare not say anything else, at least Selena is a little trembling in front of him.

Selena carefully fired two hundred rounds of bullets, followed by meticulous weight-bearing squats, push-ups, bench press...

"Hey, have you heard?" A male Alpha named Brown shyly touched the biceps on Selena's arm.

Selena said impatiently: "Get to the point."

Brown's little daughter-in-law raised her orchid finger with her left hand with a big gold ring, and said aggrievedly: "Why are you so cruel to me?"

Selena: "Fuck off if you don't say anything."

Brown, a gay guy who has a special fondness for female Alphas, grinned and was about to howl. Selena quickly covered his mouth, feeling that there was no normal person in Victor's killer team from top to bottom.

"The person we brought back from the police station the day before yesterday is Maroney's confidant, and now everyone is discussing in private whether the boss wants to go to war with Maroney." Brown quietly gossiped.

Selena jumped off the treadmill, shrugged, took out the plastic thermos cup placed on the treadmill, and drank the ice water inside.

"Let's go first, go and send my brother to school, you have nothing to do and don't chew your tongue."

She put on her coat, easily avoided familiar faces on the street, and sent Oswald a text message: I want to see you, right now.

The fluorescent light on the screen illuminated her rare and serious young face. Surrounded by this steel-cast sin city, everything that happened in the past few days gave Selena a premonition.

Gotham is in chaos.

Bruce sat quietly at the table, the dark red curtains were half drawn, but the window was wide open, the wind was blowing the delicate embroidery on the expensive fabric, bringing the smoky temperature of late spring, outside the window had begun to The cicadas are stirring, and the sparrows are building nests with branches in their small beaks, preparing to reproduce.

Everything is so good, so warm, even human beings who have not completely lost their animal nature can feel the vitality and desire.

He did not tell Alfred that he had begun to divide.

This matter will make the old butler worry too much, like an old hen guarding its cubs, locking Bruce firmly under his warm and thick wings.

As an Alpha, Alfred will take the initiative to alienate him, and will not let him associate with the Rumlow siblings again. He will even start thinking about how to find a reliable Alpha for Bruce.

There are three things on Bruce's desk, his father's diary on the left, and an owl mask on the far right - the only mask that Reggie keeps in the safe where important information should be locked

And in the middle is a tube of inhibitors.

It is very different from the inhibitor composition in the world.

The adolescent-specific inhibitors will not hinder the development of the glands, but will use a special protein sequence to neutralize the smell of pheromones and protect the immature Omega.

And this tube of inhibitors is a prescription drug, and you must have a doctor's order before you can buy it.Starting from puberty and continuing to adulthood, the Omega glands and uterus will completely shrink under the action of the drug, losing fertility, and there will be no difference from Beta in terms of body function and taste.

Bruce easily got enough doses from the black market for a small amount of money.

He unbuttoned the metal buttons of his cuffs, rolled up his sleeves, aimed the needle point at his own vein, and pierced it precisely.

Ten seconds later, the needle was pulled out, wrapped in a handkerchief printed with dark patterns and put into the pocket of the vest, while the remaining inhibitor lock was put into the drawer of the study.

Bruce calmly wiped away the drop of blood oozing from the eye of the needle.

He sat there for a few seconds, trying to call Selena, and the phone rang, until it finally turned to voicemail.

So he pressed Brock's number again.

After a few conversations, Bruce hung up the phone and took out a sketch from the drawer.It depicts an ordinary middle-aged man.

This is the portrait of the suspect drawn at the police station based on Selena's confession three years ago, and Bruce has long been familiar with it.

Out of the window, a blind bat flew out of nowhere, slammed on the glass of the window, and its head was bleeding.An owl flapped its wings and landed, with cold bright green cat eyes wide open, and opened its mouth to grab it away.