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Power stone, please
Good day
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"When you give up, that's when the game ends." — Mitsuyoshi Anzai (Slam Dunk)
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"There are many people who want to kill Batman... Countless people hate him, but no one succeeds. All those who want to kill him have their bones broken and sent to prison, or they are thrown into the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. ...You said you want to kill him?"
Maroni laughed out loud and moved murderously at the clown in his heart. This kind of suggestion is simply nonsense. He poured himself a glass of beer and carefully added a large chunk of ice.
"Hehe hee, **** he is my business, any way you guys can't do anything about him... I have a way, I will use my way!" The clown licked his lips nervously.
"Then how much do you want?"
"Um... half..."
Everyone laughed, and some even drew their guns: "You lunatic!"
"No, I'm not crazy, no, I'm not crazy... If we don't settle this matter as soon as possible, all the little mischiefs here will not be able to hand over a penny to his grandmother."
The Mexican retakes the table, his face is hideous and finally can't bear it.
"I've had enough! This ridiculous thing! Let me..."
The clown suddenly opened his suit jacket, revealing a row of grenades hung on it, and a pull ring was placed in his hand. The clown said madly: "You still don't... uh uh uh, don't be blown up by me."
The entire conference room was agitated, and everyone was disgusted, with grumpy yells, this **** lunatic, don't drag anyone else!
The Mexican was surprisingly angry: "Do you think you are amazing? I will make an open bid now, and get your body, half a million dollars, and capture you alive, one million dollars!"
"Emmmm, do it with you..." The clown took out a playing card with a string of numbers on it, "This is my business card, if you figure it out, just...call me? Just call me. ... Hmm..."
After the door clicked softly, only a bunch of gangsters looking at each other were left. Mexico's popularity roars constantly, smashing the table frantically.
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Downey knew all about the series of dramas staged during this period. Several clowns attacked the bank. Harvey was playing around in the court by Maroni. The police attacked everywhere but found nothing...
None of this has anything to do with him. This is Master Wayne's business, not his business. He chose to come to Gotham for two purposes.
One is a cell phone, he wants to find the person behind the scenes, and then kill him. The most important one is the second one. He wants to find clues in Gotham, looking for the legendary magic substance Dionysus factor. This is a kind of magical thing, and people who are infiltrated by this kind of thing have an almost unlimited life span and an amazing ability to regenerate.
The most important thing is that the metal made with the Bacchus factor has the ability to regenerate itself! It's like the Edman alloy in Wolverine's body, fused with Wolverine's self-healing factors, even if it is cut off, it can regenerate itself.
The bacchus factor is Downey's most coveted thing. He wants this kind of magical thing to build the steel body of the Transformers. What Batman, and Joker, tied together is not as important as the Bacchus factor.
Three days have passed, and Downey returned to the alley again, silently waiting for the local mouse Anderson. At this time, Downey was wearing an outer robe, and his head and face were tightly guarded by a wide hood.
He was a little irritable, and his helpers were too few, forcing him to start from the beginning to win over the local gang. Anderson is just the beginning, he will draw more people to help him achieve his goals as soon as possible.
After waiting for another half an hour, Anderson limped over, with a blue nose and a swollen face, and looked around alertly to beware of anyone being tracked.
"What's the matter?" Downey frowned and asked.
"Recently, some strange guys came to this street. I have never seen them. They seem to be from other forces." Anderson had to cover his cheeks when he spoke, vaguely.
Downey's brows furrowed tighter. Where could there be such a coincidence? He approached Anderson three days ago. Then this street was occupied by strange forces, and Anderson was also beaten.
Downey cursed in his heart. Since coming to Gotham, he has always felt depressed. This city is Batman's city. Batman monitors everyone in this city. Downey always feels his eyes are staring at him here.
"How about the things I arranged for you to do?"
"It's almost there. Although the information is not complete, it is involved." Anderson said, "The Falcon family, the most famous gangster in Gotham, has always been active in Gotham City. I have never heard of them taking the initiative to offend outsiders."
Anderson wiped the sweat from his forehead. If the people in Falken knew that he was secretly telling outsiders about them, he would suffer a lot even if he didn't die. During this time, Anderson secretly bought the rats in other streets, inquiring about the news bit by bit.
"anything else?"
"The Klein that you made me focus on, he was thrown into the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital by Batman some time ago, and he is heavily guarded. I can only find this."
Donnie was thoughtful. He could ask Fox for the news, but this is a bit of a crossline. Fox is Batman's person, and Scarecrow Klein was sent to Arkham by Batman with great effort.
There was a rush of footsteps and shouts, and a group of people rushed into this narrow alley. Everyone took guns and looked at the two with a sneer.
"Hehehehe...Anderson, this is the person who connected with you? Dare to check the news of the Falken family. I think you are tired and crooked~www.mtlnovel.com~ The leader said with a sneer.
"Aaron! Why are you here? No, how could you find out?" Anderson's face was pale, and his hands trembled.
Aaron grinned gloomily: "Do you think that every mouse needs money like you? In Gotham City, how many people dare to offend the Falcon family? How can your money be as small as theirs? Life is important. Old rules cut off the legs of these two people, and then send them to the Falken family...Hey, that hood, you are not brave, which group is it, or is it a stubborn dog? "
"Maybe it's another new gang who wants to replace Falcon...just like the ones that were slaughtered before!" One of the subordinates said with a laugh.
"I'm not for the money!" Anderson completely let go, his stern expression, "I am willing to help anyone who can trouble the Falcon family! In the Falcone era, he at least disdains deliberately exploiting ordinary people, and Where's Falcon?! The Falcon family is the biggest maggot, they will only do something to the poor! Otherwise, my family won't...
A group of gang members laughed. Since Falcone was turned into a lunatic by Scarecrow Klein, many gangsters wanted to challenge Falcon, but they were all wiped out. The group thought that Downey was also an idiot who wanted to replace Falcon. As for Anderson's deep hatred? Is it important? More people have been killed by Falken, but not many in Anderson.
Downey finally raised his head, showing his teeth, with a murderous expression on his face: "Replace? I didn't have this idea...I just came to this city to find someone...but you gave me a new idea. I'm Stark. Shareholders are obliged to expand business for the company..."
A little Transformer was released by him and brazenly rushed into the crowd, setting off a **** storm.
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Good Day