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

Qin Yang was in a dark, damp basement, filled with a foul smell. Water dripped continuously from the walls, and the dripping sound echoed in the silent space, like a countdown in the darkness.

He was in this forgotten corner of the city, surrounded by piles of dilapidated boxes and some bottles of chemical reagents emitting pungent smells.

Qin Yang was wearing a special pair of headphones on his ears, the lines of the headphones winding and hidden in his black collar.

A deep voice came from Qin Yang's headset. The voice seemed to come from the bottom of a deep ancient well, with a mysterious and cold texture: "Well done, Penguin.

This action not only elevated your status within the Maroni family, but also successfully sowed the seeds of conflict between Falcone and Maroni."

The corners of Qin Yang's mouth rose slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile. His eyes flashed with a confident light of control over the overall situation. That light was like a cold star in this dark basement.

Oswald stood in a small storage room, surrounded by a mess of cleaning tools and spare utensils.

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, with a hint of cunning and complacency in it.

His eyes narrowed slightly, like a fox seeing its prey fall into a trap.

He said: "That's right, Qin Yang.

This is just the first step.

The Falcone family must be wondering if the Maroni family is secretly colluding with the police. After all, the police arrived so quickly this time, which was beyond common sense.

The Maroni family will also suffer heavy losses from this incident. The restaurant's business has plummeted. They are in urgent need of recovery and will become more dependent on us."

As Oswald spoke, he gently adjusted his slightly messy bow tie with his hands. His fingers moved flexibly on the bow tie, just like how he skillfully maneuvered in this complicated situation.

Qin Yang nodded with satisfaction, his head moving up and down in a small but powerful motion, as if he was stamping his approval on Oswald's answer.

His face looked even more stern under the dim light in the basement.

He said: “Our goal is to make the two families suspicious of each other and eventually kill each other.

And you, Penguin, will be the driving force behind all this.

You are like a chess piece hidden in the dark, inconspicuous but with the power to turn the whole game around."

Qin Yang held his hands in front of his chest, and his black windbreaker swayed slightly with his movements, like a dancing shadow in the darkness.

Oswald's eyes became more determined, and there seemed to be a burning flame in his eyes, which represented his desire for power and status.

His eyes looked firmly ahead, as if he could see through the wall in front of him and see the future of Gotham City trembling at his feet.

He said: "I will continue to play my role until the underworld of Gotham is completely reshuffled.

I will be like a ghost, shuttling between the two families, constantly stirring up conflicts between them, until they are destroyed in suspicion and anger. "

He clenched his fists, and the blue veins on his hands bulged slightly, showing his inner excitement and determination.

As time went by, Oswald began to frequently appear in Gotham's social scenes as a restaurant manager.

He was like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, flying from that dark corner of the kitchen into the glamorous social world of Gotham City.

He always dresses up carefully every time he appears. He wears an exquisite black suit. The fabric of the suit is custom-made from faraway Europe. It feels soft but has a tough texture.

Every button on the suit is like a small gem, exuding a low-key and luxurious luster.

His shoes were polished to a shine, and could clearly reflect the surroundings, like a small mirror. He used his new identity to collect intelligence, and in every social situation, he was like a keen falcon, scanning everything around him with his seemingly casual eyes.

Will move skillfully among the crowd and talk to every possible source of information.

His smile is always just right, neither too flattering nor too cold.

He would use his seemingly sincere words to guide others to reveal the secrets he wanted to know.

At the same time, he cleverly created and spread rumors about the relationship between the Falcone and Maroni families.

He is like an artist hiding in the crowd, using rumors as his paintbrush to paint the canvas of Gotham's underworld.

At a high-end banquet, the banquet hall was brilliantly lit, and the huge crystal chandelier cast a dreamy light, illuminating the entire hall.

The walls of the hall are hung with priceless art paintings, and the floor is covered with thick Persian carpets, which make every step feel as soft as walking on clouds.

The guests, dressed in gorgeous gowns and neat suits, were chatting and laughing in the hall, and the sound of music flowed in the air like a gorgeous ribbon.

Oswald has a chance encounter with a member of the Falcone family.

Members of the Falconet family wore dark grey suits decorated with dark patterns. The patterns were like poisonous snakes hidden in the darkness, revealing a dangerous aura.

His tie was blood red, as if it had just been stained with blood from the battlefield, giving people a strong visual impact.

There was an arrogant sneer on his face, and that sneer was like an icy knife, stabbing directly at Oswald.

He sneered and said, "I heard that your Maroni family has been in trouble recently. The restaurant was robbed and many people died."

There was a gloating tone in his voice and a defiant gleam in his eyes.

Oswald pretended to be surprised. His eyes widened instantly and his eyebrows raised slightly, as if he had just heard the news.

But he quickly kept his composure, his body slightly straightened, like a flagpole standing tall in the wind.

He said: “Oh, it was indeed an unfortunate incident.

But we are investigating fully to ensure this doesn't happen again.

However, I heard that the Falcone family has also been dealing with some internal issues recently. Everyone has their own difficulties. "

His words were like a seemingly harmless but hidden bullet, fired directly at the members of the Falconet family.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. Although it was subtle, it was like a tiny thorn that pierced the other person's heart.

The other person's expression changed slightly, and his face became a little gloomy, like the sky suddenly covered by dark clouds.

But he didn't say much, just snorted coldly and left.

When he left, he walked in a hurry, as if he was running away from something, and his back looked a little disheveled under the light.

On the other hand, Oswald met privately with an important figure in the Maroni family.

The meeting place was a dim warehouse filled with various goods, and the air was filled with the smell of stale goods.

The dim light above my head was swaying, as if it would go out at any moment. (End of this chapter)