Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 147 Inheritance Issues

Gotham is an amazing place.

Corrupt and incompetent government agencies, a market monopolized by capital giants, 99% of people can only earn a subsistence wage, and a unique climate environment where it is rare to see the sun once or twice throughout the year.

Such a poor living environment accommodates a population of 30 million people.

This number may not make sense when taken alone, but the prosperous metropolis next door only has a population of about eight million.

Obviously as long as we cross the sea-crossing bridge, we can have a better living environment, but the people here would rather live in this rotten environment year after year.

The huge number of settlers makes the city's architectural style appear small and crowded everywhere. Coupled with the dark weather that is covered with clouds all year round, it brings considerable mental pressure to every Gothamite.

They don't want to leave, but they still need release.

Therefore, Gotham City also has a wealth of nightlife options that are almost second to none in the world.

Whether you are a gangster who hangs out on the streets or a white-collar worker who works hard in an office building during the day, when night falls, you will find your own soul.

In an inconspicuous underground bar hidden in the streets, countless men and women who got high due to alcohol or other more unflattering things, followed the powerful music on the dance floor under the chemical reaction of nerves and foreign substances. It was twisting and turning inside, and everywhere was filled with the raw and wild scent of hormones.

The words at the end of the words instantly made the two strong men of the same race become furious. They used their strong bodies to hold Terry in the middle. One of them picked up Terry's collar with one hand, opened his thick lips, and said, Showing a row of big white teeth: "It seems you came here to suffer on purpose?"

"What? I wasn't the first to be racist."

Terry took out one hand, flexed the other fingers, picked his ears with his little thumb, and raised his head to look at the black thug with a contemptuous attitude.

Terry was shocked. He really didn't expect that he was already famous.

He looked at the two bully thugs and scratched his head suspiciously.

Sound equipment worth hundreds of thousands even penetrated the concrete, allowing casual passers-by to feel something vibrating beneath their feet.

"Are you Terry Pickles?"

Terry frowned, and he was a little confused by the other party's sudden resignation.

Terry put his hands in his pockets and yawned as he walked slowly from the corner at the end of the street. He seemed to be careless, but in fact he walked towards the two strong black men stationed at the door with a clear purpose.

The two thugs nodded repeatedly.

The nigger who grabbed Terry's collar before unknowingly broke out in a cold sweat. He was really used to bullying yellow people. He actually forgot that there was a new guy in Gotham City who couldn't be messed with. He was a yellow guy. people.

"Isn't this where Black Mask is?"

Terry was even more confused. He spread his arms and opened the door: "Then shouldn't I be wanted by your boss? Look at me, I don't even have a gun on me! Why don't you take credit for me?"

Terry turned his head and looked at the two of them carefully. After confirming their level of irritability, a glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he raised his face and leaned towards them.

The two looked at each other, and one of them took a step forward and put his hand in front of Terry.

"Holy crap! What's going on!"

"Punch me, so I have an excuse for you two to put them on my list. Haha, Bats definitely didn't expect me to do this. What a bullshit killing order. You can't change it if you want."

Unexpectedly, after Terry's words came out, the arrogance of the two thugs diminished. They released their grip on Terry and took a cautious step back.

"Where are you monkey? This place only entertains acquaintances. Get out of here."

"I don't want to kill anyone today. Make way for me, Brother Ni."

"What are you doing? Why don't you two hit me?"

Another thug who had not touched Terry shook his head like a rattle, and yanked his companion beside him. The two of them got out of the way at the same time, bowed and made a gesture to invite him in.

"You are joking. Ever since you caused trouble in that damn mental hospital, our boss has withdrawn the wanted order against you. Now, wherever you go, you will be one of the guests of Gotham's underground forces."

Terry put away his hands and touched the non-existent stubble on his chin, feeling a little confused.

He had never seen any movies or comics describing this kind of underground rules. He had lived a very humble life before. Not to mention that he had never been involved in underground forces, he had never been in the thieves' circle for a long time.

I didn't expect that going to a madhouse would have such hidden benefits.

Originally, I wanted to have a fierce battle with the bright guy in black mask today, but now it seems that there is no need to waste this effort.

"Then I'll go in?"

"Hey, please~" Terry took a few steps forward: "Am I really going in?"

"Come in, come in~"

"Tsk, boring."

As Terry completely disappeared deep into the corridor, the two thugs looked at each other and hurriedly took out their walkie-talkies and began to report the situation.

Terry walked down the stairs that turned three times in a row. During this process, he also passed a pair of people who rolled up directly in the stairwell. The loud music made him cover his ears in discomfort.

The black electric revolving door sprayed wisps of dazzling colorful light into the corridor, and various low-cut women with heavy makeup passed by Terry.

Just when Terry was thinking about making some noise to attract Black Mask to appear, the light ball in the center of the dance floor and the music on the DJ stage stopped at the same time.

This undoubtedly caused dissatisfaction among many guests, but their noises only lasted for a few seconds before their voices broke off like an old drake being strangled by the throat.

Because a man showed up.

At least in this place, everyone knows who not to mess with.

Wearing a black mask, he led a dozen thugs with bulging waists across the dance floor, and then stood in front of Terry.

It's actually ridiculous to say that this is the first time Terry and Black Mask have met.

Previously, Terry disguised himself as Penguin's subordinate to inform Black Mask's forces about the transaction, and the entire communication was conducted by phone.

Black Mask seemed a little unbelievable. Although he had seen Terry's photo, he was still surprised at the moment when he saw the real person.

Because Terry is too young.

However, Black Mask, who is well versed in the ways of survival in Gotham, will not despise a character who can escape from the asylum alone just because he is young.

Although with Batman's interference, no one knows how Terry escaped. As of now, except for the Batcave and the Justice League, no one on earth knows that Terry still hides a red light ring.

But no matter what the means, the prefix "alone" in front of Escape from the Asylum is still too scary for many forces in Gotham.

They couldn't understand how Terry did it, but that didn't stop them from being in awe of the young man.

So, in full view of everyone, Black Mask stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

"I wonder why Mr. Pickles came to my place today?"

Oops.

If he hadn't learned from Dick that he was wanted by Black Mask on the road, he would have really thought that the other party was harmless.

Moreover, the core of darkness in Terry's inventory is constantly converting the endless malice around him into positive buffs.

Terry looked around and politely stepped forward to hold Black Mask's hand.

"I came here originally wanting to make a scene, but everyone is so friendly, so I was too embarrassed to do so."

Terry smiled very friendly: "So I took my things and left."

Black Mask was silent for a few seconds and slowly shook his head.

"Why do I have your things here?"

"Why not?"

Terry let go of his hand, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"I killed Penguin, but his assets were handed over to you for safekeeping while I was in prison!"

Terry rubbed his hands together like a squirrel, smiling as if he were harmless.

"Look, now that I'm out, is it time for Mr. Black Mask to return all the Penguin's assets to me?"

At this time, the atmosphere on the entire dance floor fell into a real chill.

(End of this chapter)