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

Maroney was attacked while driving to a family dinner, and his life is still unknown.

The incident happened in just an hour, and it has been spread by word of mouth, and there is an uproar in Gotham.

Fish was holding a goblet, shaking the red wine in it slightly, and her shiny silver high-heeled shoes were the brightest light source in the room, even shaking Selena's eyes.

She took a sip of the mellow and astringent red wine,

"But it wasn't our people who attacked Maroni!" Fish's loyal subordinate Butch said in puzzlement.

Fish shook her finger, her lips curled into a small arc, and she said softly, "These are not important anymore."

Selena understood Fish's implication, she nodded: "The most important thing now is how to get greater benefits in this chaotic situation."

Fish glanced at her approvingly, and gave an order: "We can't be the pioneers in this matter, everyone take care of the people under your own hands."

Selina, who colluded with Oswald, knew in her heart that the person who was arrested in the police station was a confidant accountant who worked on Maroney's accounts, and knew exactly about Maroney's overseas bank accounts and various cash flow direction.And he was protected by the police as an eyewitness because he accidentally witnessed the murder in Robinson Park a week ago.

Oswald didn't tell her the rest, but Selena guessed that the longer the accountant was in the police station, the more dangerous it would be for Maroney, and the economic crimes department might be able to learn from him. Dig up a lot of useful things.

Maroney sent Oswald to deal with the matter as a matter of course, and poor Miss Lynch, the prosecutor, had two fingers chopped off and had to compromise and drop the lawsuit.

But the witness who should have also revoked the protective custody still stayed in the police station, and was robbed by people from Falcone's side, and Maroni was attacked again for no reason.

Selena boldly thought in her heart: These must all have something to do with Oswald.

The instigator in Selena's heart, Oswald, was locked in a small dark room at this time, holding someone's thigh and weeping bitterly.

"Your Excellency Falcone!" Oswald tugged on Falcone's trouser legs, tears of fear streaming down his face.

He trembled and said: "It's my fault for making claims, but everything I do is for you!"

Falcone looked disgusted, but gave him a "let me hear your explanation" expression.

The fear and panic of being held in the head by a gun made Oswald's heart beat faster and his mouth dry. The Omega inhibitor he had just taken a few days ago was almost ineffective due to the violent mood swings.

The air is filled with the smell of his pheromones, that smell is not pleasant, but so soft and humble, like a 16-year-old virgin with no clothes on, shy and afraid to accept the love of the first Alpha in his life.

Falcone smelled in his pheromones fear and adoration and adoration for the mighty Alpha.

Even if he was as scheming as he was, he couldn't help but be pleased.

"The opportunity was fleeting and I didn't have time to ask your opinion, but I couldn't let it slip by. So I planted a bomb under Maroney's car, and now he's in the hospital, ready to go kill him!"

Oswald observed the situation and found that Falcone's killing intent was fading, and immediately climbed up the pole again. His tear-filled, crystal-clear gray-blue eyes stared timidly and passionately at Falcone.

"When I was kicked out of Gotham, you accepted me and gave me another chance to live. I went undercover with Maroni to prove my loyalty and ability to you!"

Falcone nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand to help Oswald up, and approved his plan.

In fact, it is a very common way to send undercover agents to the opponent's house.

Falcone didn't take this unassuming disability too seriously at first.Who knew that Oswald climbed to the position of Maroni's important confidant all the way, and even tried to assassinate Maroni on his own initiative.

This allowed Falcone to see the usefulness of this little penguin. He didn't really want to kill Oswald today, but just to show off and beat him.

Besides, even if Oswald is a female cousin, it is also his Lord Falcone's female cousin.

At 45:[-] in the afternoon, the sky had already darkened, and Bruce was walking in a dark alley with few people.

The passers-by walked in a hurry, looked around nervously, and almost trotted towards home. The sporadic gunshots and the bleak sirens along the streets made people more disturbed.

Another camouflage off-road vehicle drove by, and Bruce saw from the window that it was full of strong men with guns.

Passers-by didn't dare to take a long look. A girl who was held in her mother's arms couldn't help crying, and then her mother tightly covered her mouth.

"Stay home and don't go out." The phone dinged, and Bruce received a text message from Selena.

But he still resolutely walked firmly in the agreed direction.

Downstairs in a dilapidated apartment building, Bullock stood in a dark corner, nonchalantly chewing a pineapple-flavored lollipop, waiting for Bruce to arrive.

"Does he live here?" Bruce asked.

Brock nodded: "Selena said so."

Selena was so busy that she forgot to tell her silly brother not to tell Bruce about Match Malone.

As a result, Brock slipped his mouth in a few words, revealing everything about the cause and effect.

Bruce almost trembled when he heard it, and ran out without telling the housekeeper, but the taxi driver refused to pull him, and warned him that it was best not to run to the slums when it was dark.

In the past few years, Bruce has been committed to helping Gotham, not only using his contacts and influence to help Police Gordon investigate cases and support charity, but also often wandering the streets with the Rumlow siblings to help the poor who really need help.

But he always felt that what he did was far from enough.

"I have a plan." Bruce leaned into Brock's ear and whispered.

Brockshun nodded after listening: "I understand."

The two walked up the stairs with short legs, aimed at the door of the 11C resident on the 2th floor, and knocked.

The sound of the iron door being knocked echoed in the empty corridor, and the voice-activated lights flickered with it, reflecting the two shadows erratically, making people panic.

It was gloomy as if a monster with fangs would emerge from the darkness at any time.

Brock is not affected by the environment at all, biting the candy in his mouth, the sweet and greasy pineapple fruit smell is constantly exuding, Bruce's head is empty thinking:

I don't know if Brock will have tooth decay.

I saw Bullock pull out a piece of crooked wire, stuff it into the keyhole and poke it a few times, and it opened easily.

Bruce walked into the room next to him.

The house was not too big or too small, and there was obviously a sloppy bachelor living there. The table was covered with cigarette butts and junk food, a few bags of garbage were thrown at the door, and there were oily rice bowls stacked on the chair near the kitchen.

The desk is full of all kinds of mess, there are red and blue wires tangled together, a small household electric welding machine, and some explosives of unknown type.

The only thing that could be called tidy was the wall in the bedroom where guns were hung. The only things Bruce could recognize were revolvers, machine guns of all sizes, and sniper guns with scopes.

Brock stretched out his hand to feel it as if fascinated, but Bruce pulled it away, and the two began to rummage through the box to try to find something.

Everything came to an abrupt end when Bullock pulled out an owl mask.

Light footsteps sounded outside.

Bruce forced himself to calm down, sat back at the messy desk, and waited for the return of the master.

Malone rubbed his eyes tiredly. Today's chaos was a very long day even for a veteran professional killer like him.Penguin's money is not easy to get, and neither Falcone nor Maroni's men are fuel-efficient.

"Hello, Mr. Ma Long." An immature child's voice came from the darkness. Ma Long reacted quickly and raised his gun to aim at the source of the sound.

Hearing the sound of him being loaded, the visitor chuckled and said, "I'm here to talk to you about business."

Ma Long turned on the light carefully, and sitting in front of him was a boy in a handmade suit who looked only eleven or twelve years old.

He relaxed his nerves that had been tense all day, took out a cheap cigarette from his pocket, and asked while lighting it, "Who do you want to kill?"

"Let's talk about your price first."

Ma Long seemed to think it was absurd to discuss business with a child. He curled his lips: "Ordinary Alpha and Beta cost eight thousand dollars, Omega twice, children five times, no killing babies, no bargaining."

Bruce's hands hidden under the table were tightly clenched into fists, and he asked curiously, "Why don't you kill the baby?"

"They... are a little bit stuck." Ma Long flicked the cigarette ash with a shaking hand.

"I'm going to kill a couple." Bruce looked directly at Malone's face, constantly comparing himself with the man in the portrait.

"Okay, you can talk about the specific situation."

Bruce smiled shyly. He deliberately hesitated for a few seconds before asking suspiciously, "Did you take such a case before?"

He blinked again in a concealed manner, and continued with a bit of probing and ingratiating: "It's not that I don't trust you, this is the first time I... bought a murderer, I heard that the shooting of the Wayne couple was your masterpiece, Rich people like them must be hard to kill, right?"

"No, their vigilance is too low," Malone's mind flashed when he heard the familiar name appear, and he raised his gun to aim at Bruce again in surprise.

"Are you Bruce Wayne?"

Children grow up too fast, not to mention that Bruce's current temperament is so different from before that Malone didn't recognize it for a while.

"So, you killed my parents just for tens of thousands of dollars, right?" Bruce held a pistol tightly with his right hand under the table.

bang bang.

Two gunshots sounded, and Malone was shot in the head and fell to the ground, his expression still maintained the surprise and vigilance before death.

Brock came out of the dark kitchen, put down the smoking gun, and took out two pieces of green apple-flavored candy from his pocket.

He hesitated for a few seconds, put one piece in the palm of his hand, and asked generously, "Do you want to eat?"

Bruce froze on the chair, and after a few seconds, he walked up to Malone, staring down at the battered face.

"You killed him?"

Bullock didn't know why, so he felt that Bruce might have been frightened.

"correct."

Bruce murmured, "You just killed him like that."

Brock scratched his head, not understanding what he did wrong. After a while, he suddenly realized: "Oh! You must want to kill him yourself, right? But I was afraid that he would shoot you at that time."

Bruce had imagined countless times, what would he do when he found the murderer of his parents, would he kill him himself to avenge him?Or send him to jail and bring him to justice?

He has even read a lot of books, thinking over and over again whether homosexual revenge is just, whether maintaining the dignity and binding force of the law can make society better and other unfathomable questions.

These struggles and thinking seem ridiculous now.

Bruce ignored Bullock's inquiry and ran out in a hurry, tears streaming down behind him.