Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 183

Before they broke through the enemy's "barrier", the old bat and Lynn fought again.

The old boxing faces each other, it doesn't look like they came to do the task at all.

With a click, Lynn finally used his old buddy: the chain hammer.The door that was welded with several layers of iron sheets was directly hammered.

A guy was half lying on the ground, crying in pain. Maybe Lynn broke the door a little harder, bringing a breath of fresh air. That guy barely opened his eyes that were red and swollen with tears.

Only then did Lynn understand what the little red thing the old bat threw in was.

That thing is a ruthless character with devil pepper added.

……

The welding bravery of the people of Gotham is reflected in all aspects. The buddies who were lying on their stomachs did not even wipe their tears, so they raised the broken gun in their arms, and there was a bang.

Yo, still a troll.

Winchester, good stuff.

Lynn naturally did not dodge or evade.He's used to this routine.

However, the aisle was deliberately built so narrow, and the opponent was equipped with a shotgun as a weapon for guarding the door, so it seemed impossible to avoid it.

this distance...

"Old bat?"

"I am fine."

Of course the old bat is fine, he has been hiding behind Lynn without showing his face.

When it comes to the experience of dealing with these guys, Lynn is no match for the old bat.

"Where is your trading place and where is your warehouse?"

Lynn had to admit that when the old bat flashed out of the black-red smoke, the faint light gradually illuminated the bridge of his nose and the sockets of his eyes, casting heavy shadows on his eyes.The old bat with a hoarse voice can really give people an unparalleled sense of oppression.

Perhaps it would have been more appropriate to have him wearing the yellow ring of fear?
Lynn muttered again in his heart.

The old bat deliberately wore the old battle armor he always wore when he went out on a mission today, and his intention was already obvious.

That is to say, to say it directly, and to do it clearly.He almost pinched Lynn's ear and yelled loudly: I don't like the green light ring.After that, he threw the ring on Lynn's face to show his attitude.

The old bat is not a person who is easy to compromise. To understand this sentence from another perspective, when the old bat is willing to compromise, when he is willing to change himself, then he is not Batman anymore, and he is so bad.

A tricky light at dawn? ! !

Goodbye...

"Lynn, Lynn? Lynn!"

In a trance, he came back to his senses, and the guy who was so stubborn just now was covering his face, sobbing, crying, lying on the ground, twitching constantly.

Lynn tilted his neck immediately, and looked at the old bat with a strange expression.

"What did you do to him? Why is he afraid of being like this?"

"It's nothing. I just helped him get a disability certificate in advance. When I wanted to help him improve the level of benefits he received, he refused me."

"Oh~~"

understood.

Teeth, tongue, eyes, nose... that's all.

"Lynn, what were you thinking just now?"

As the old bat walked forward, he occasionally threw a bat dart, and while clearing the line all the way, he still had time to ask Lynn some questions.

"You were seriously distracted just now."

As he spoke, he frowned: "Did you find anything wrong here again?"

"No. Don't."

Stopping the old bat from taking out two more gas bombs and throwing them out, Lynn expressed his true thoughts frankly: "I saw the back of your head just now, and suddenly I really want to pick up a brick and shoot you."

Master Baiteman touched the armor on the back of his head, it's all right, this is the best place to protect the whole head, it's all right.

……

When the only shortcoming of a terrifying Batman: the principle of not killing, is made up for by another terrifying "Batman", he really has no dead ends in every sense.

Resistance, obviously, does not exist.

The two hardly encountered any decent resistance, and the place where they spent the most effort was nothing more than fighting each other.

It was unimpeded, and the two of them soon saw the owner of this speakeasy who was hiding somewhere, had been caught by a lot of Lynn's avatars, and was hanging upside down in mid-air.

An interesting interrogation has begun again.

........................

Recently, Gotham is talking about a kind of urban strange talk...not very fresh but still very scary.

According to some insiders in the hospital, Gotham is no longer the paradise it used to be.

"That street is full of Batman! Really!"

"I'm telling the truth, they really have a lot of people, a lot of bats!"

"It's useless for me to think about that thing, so I'll be damned... woo woo woo..."

"Please tell my wife and girlfriend that I love them."

……

The underground world of Gotham has been plowed again.It seems that this should not be news, because the previous Batman also cleared a street and suppressed the entire block at every turn.

However, this time seems to be different.

This time, dead.

Many people died.

……

Inside a prefab winery.The hard-working tattoo guys, hip-hop guys, skating guys, and niggas are creating their own wealth through their hard-working hands.

They work in twos and threes with a strict division of labor. Some of them dismantle the recycled wine bottles, some pour out the wine and re-roast the bottle mouth, and some dissolve the white washing powder and fill it with water into the wine bottle. Here, some people resealed the wine bottle and took care of the rest.

There are a full set of procedures, standard purchase and shipment provisions, and brand-new, undamaged and unpacked goods. For a long time, these washing powders have been circulated in various states through such means, creating a huge washing powder business. empire.

This is not a long-term business, and its staggering profits will always cause trouble for hard-working laundry detergent sellers.

The witty leader of the washing powder sales group chose a good way to do things for some big names in the upper class, so as to obtain a certain degree of protection.

It's a good business.

Compared to handing over 10/25 of the profits for nothing before, this job for the big boss just takes up some time and space.

However, what place can some test tubes occupy?

It's nothing more than a car, a warehouse, and a new, fancy wine crate.

Too valuable.

……

He called his subordinates to clean up the scene and put the goods on the truck in batches. These are all serious companies, and they are dedicated vehicles for serious cargo handling.With the help of big bosses, some formalities and approvals are quite easy.

Casemilo felt that he had already earned enough, and the current situation in Gotham seemed to be very wrong, and the batch was increased again, and the urging was even tighter.

Not a very good sign.

After completing this order, Casemilo is ready to retire.

What factories, transportation lines, what upper-level connections, what regular customers, what safe houses...

These things exist just to make him money.Now that the money has been earned, it is time to give up those things.

"Be serious. Come back this time, 2 yuan per person, no discount. Cash."

Of course, the cake that should be painted must be painted, otherwise how would these idiots have the motivation to work hard for him and make money for him.

The car started and slowly drove out of the factory.Everyone has different thoughts in their hearts, planning how to spend the money after they get it, so that it is the most worthwhile and the most face-saving.

Everyone's faces seemed to be filled with happy, greedy, and not pure smiles, as if they had already made money.

Sudden.

The whole factory was plunged into darkness after a sudden flash.

It may be that the electricity was cut off again, which is a common thing, and they consume a lot of electricity.

He was thinking about assigning anyone who was with the car to get the electricity, but Casemilo had already spoken, but no one answered him.

"TK? Rondo? McGee!?"

Falk...

Something happened.

In a panic, he grabbed the gun at his waist, and with a click, his brows turned cold, and something was pressed against his forehead.

It's a gun.A gun that Casemiro is very familiar with.

Large, gilded pistol.

his own collection.

"Shh."

Someone took his gun and put it on his forehead at some point.

"You... where are you, oh, here, here."

Pushing hard on his forehead twice, Casemilo swallowed: "Friend, the cash is on the table, a small box, you can take it all, you know, I won't report the crime, and I won't It will definitely be treated as if it never happened.”

"Hey... that's a good idea. What do you think? Uh... help me get the pistol."

The man with the gun pointed at his head seemed to be talking to his companions, and Casemilo’s mind was still frantically filtering to know that everyone in the factory, every one of his subordinates, every partner, anyone who might enemy of...

In the next second, a cold feeling appeared on his chest.The man shoved the gun into his arms.

"I said you shouldn't wear this cloak. Once you step on it, it's like someone's throat is locked. Is it really... a gun?"

Slowly backing away, Casemilo's eyes were still adapting to the darkness. He raised his hands flat, pointed his gun at the front, and carefully identified...

It seems that there are indeed only two people, which is great.If there weren't more people, wouldn't it be a joke to kill these two...

chapped.

There was a slight rubbing sound, and with it, there was also a small flame.

There was finally a glimmer of light in the darkness. Casemilo saw a face with his head lowered and holding a match to light a cigarette. He saw the smile he showed while biting the cigarette with his teeth. Flashing, and vaguely visible, are two pointed ears.

"Didn't I give you the gun? You... eh?"

The gun was handed to Lynn's hand. The person who handed the gun pinched the body of the gun, pointed the gun at himself, and handed the position of the handle to Lynn's hand.

"You kid, go on the road."

Lynn held his cigarette sideways and took a deep breath. The cigarette butt lit up a bright red flame in the dark, gradually dimming until it went out, without illuminating anything.With one eye closed, Lynn looked inside the muzzle of the gun, but couldn't see anything in the darkness.

Bang!
"Isn't this a lighter?!"

Lynn's cigarette butts were beaten and scattered, and the broken ones were completely broken.

"I'll leave it to you, old bat, he's quite sensible."

Bang bang bang bang bang!
"Hahaha! I succeeded!"

With the temperature of the muzzle and Lynn's persistent inhalation, he finally lit the half cigarette in his mouth.

"Let me see if I can find anything good this time~"

There was the sound of the smashing wine bottle, ding.There was a crisp sound of glass hitting.

"found it."

Carrying a row of small test tubes, Lynn happily shook them twice.

(End of this chapter)