American comics: Play as Kizaru and get off work in three seconds

He said: “Penguin, you did a great job.

I am impressed by your intelligence and loyalty.

From today on, you are no longer just a dishwasher here."

There was a sense of relief in his voice, like an explorer who had discovered treasure.

Oswald could not hide his excitement; his face turned red like a ripe apple.

With tears of excitement in his eyes, he knelt on one knee, his action swift and decisive.

His knees hit the ground hard, but he seemed to feel no pain.

He said respectfully: "Thank you, Mr. Sal! I will always be loyal to you and the Maroni family!" His voice was a little distorted due to excitement, and every word was filled with gratitude to Sal.

Sal helped Oswald up. His hands were strong and he pulled Oswald up easily.

He patted Oswald on the back, his hand gently patting Oswald's back as if he were encouraging a child.

He said, “Get up, my friend.

We need people like you.

From today on, you will be responsible for some peripheral affairs of the family. At the same time, I will also arrange for you to learn more and gradually get in touch with the core business of the family. "

His eyes were full of trust, like an elder looking at his junior, full of expectation and hope.

Oswald stood up, his body straight and his eyes full of determination.

Oswald's eyes sparkled with longing for the future. It was a blazing and hopeful light, like stars dancing in the darkness in his deep eyes.

His eyes were not big to begin with, but because of the light, they looked especially bright, as if there was a flame burning in them.

He raised his head slightly, looked at Mr. Sal with firm eyes, and said with great gratitude and determination in his tone: “Thank you, Mr. Sal.

I won’t let you down.”

Although his voice was not loud, every word he spoke was sonorous and powerful, as if he was making a solemn oath to Mr. Sal.

The night was as dark as ink, as thick as an indissoluble darkness, tightly enveloping Gotham City.

Inside a high-end restaurant in Gotham City, the lights are bright, like a shining pearl in the darkness.

The restaurant's architectural appearance is grand and gorgeous. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows sparkle charmingly under the lights, like huge mirrors, reflecting the lively scene inside the restaurant.

The interior decoration of the restaurant is extremely luxurious.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and the crystal pendants of the chandelier refract colorful light under the light, like countless tiny gems shining.

There are exquisite art paintings hanging on the walls. The frames of these paintings are decorated with gorgeous gold. Most of the paintings depict the former prosperity of Gotham City or some classic European landscape oil paintings.

The floor is paved with smooth marble. The patterns on the marble look like beautiful naturally formed paintings. Each piece of marble has been polished so that it can clearly reflect a person's figure.

The guests sat at comfortable tables and chairs, enjoying delicious food and fine wine.

The tables and chairs are made of precious mahogany, carefully polished and carved, with exquisite and delicate patterns.

The dining table was decorated with exquisite tableware, the silver knives and forks radiated soft light under the lights, and the porcelain plates were as white as snow with delicate patterns painted on them. Some of the guests wore gorgeous evening gowns, and the hems of the ladies' dresses dragged on the ground like flowing colorful waterfalls; the men wore neat suits and exquisite ties, and they talked and laughed, and the laughter and conversation echoed in the restaurant, creating a lively and cheerful atmosphere, but they didn't know that a carefully planned conspiracy was quietly unfolding.

In a corner of the restaurant, Oswald Cobblepot, the Penguin, and Qin Yang, a planner hidden in the shadows, were making the final confirmation through hidden headphones.

Oswald's body was slightly curled up in the corner. He was wearing a slightly worn black suit. The collar of the suit was a little worn, but he had arranged it neatly.

His hair was combed sleekly and his face had a nervous and excited look.

He had an almost invisible tiny earphone in his ear. The color of the earphone was close to his skin color and could only be seen if you looked closely.

From time to time, he gently touched the earphone with his hand, as if to check if it was still working properly.

Qin Yang was in a dark alley not far from the restaurant. There was a foul smell where he was, and garbage and sewage were piled up in the corners.

His figure was hidden in the darkness, and only his sharp eyes could be seen flashing coldly in the darkness.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze.

He held a small communication device in his hand, and the indicator light on the device flickered faintly in the darkness.

His voice was low and calm, and it reached Oswald's ears through the headphones: "Everything goes according to plan. Don't make any mistakes."

Inside the restaurant, the guests were enjoying a joyful atmosphere when suddenly, several masked robbers rushed in.

The robbers' figures were like ghosts suddenly emerging from the darkness. They wore black masks on their faces, revealing only a pair of fierce eyes.

Their clothes are also black, blending in with the surrounding darkness, making them look even more mysterious and terrifying.

The robber leader held a gun, which flashed a cold metallic luster under the light.

The muscles in his arms were tense, showing his nervousness and ferocity.

He shouted loudly, and his voice exploded in the restaurant like thunder, scaring the guests to stop talking and laughing, and the whole restaurant suddenly fell into chaos.

"Everyone, don't move! Hand over all your valuables!" The robber leader's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty. His eyes flashed with greed behind the mask, like the look of a hungry wolf seeing its prey.

The guests panicked and began to scream or hide.

The ladies covered their mouths with their hands, their eyes were filled with fear, their bodies involuntarily retreated back, and some even hid under the table.

Although the men tried to appear calm, their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled slightly.

Waiter A said in a trembling voice: "Gentlemen, please calm down, we have no cash here..." Waiter A's body kept shaking like a leaf in the wind, his hands waving helplessly in front of him, trying to calm the robbers down.

His eyes were filled with fear and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto his uniform.

Oswald pretended to be panicked, but there was a glimmer of cunning in his eyes, and that cunning light flashed through his eyes like a shooting star across the night sky.

He ran quickly to the cashier counter. His steps seemed chaotic, but in fact each step had a clear purpose.

His body moved among the crowd like a nimble fish.

His heartbeat was speeding up, but he tried to control his expression and make himself look more terrified.

He rushed to the cashier counter and grabbed a bag of "cash" that he had prepared in advance. (End of this chapter)