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

A secret meeting was held at a remote abandoned dock in Gotham City.

There is an air of decay here, and the sea water hits the dilapidated pier, making a dull sound, as if telling the story of the former prosperity and current decline of this place.

Most of the surrounding warehouses have been abandoned, with mottled moss covering the walls and rusty iron doors creaking in the sea breeze.

Sal Maroni stood face to face with the leader of the Falcone family.

Sal Maroney was furious, his face flushed red like a ripe tomato about to explode.

His eyes were wide and bloodshot, burning with anger.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, and every exhalation seemed like a burst of anger bursting out of his chest.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the effort, and his body was trembling slightly, like a bull about to charge at its enemy.

He shouted, "Falcone, you dare to provoke our Maroni family! Do you think I will really sit back and do nothing?" His voice echoed in the empty dock, startling several seagulls perched on the dilapidated ship, and the seagulls' cries broke the already tense air.

The head of the Falcone family was equally angry, but he tried to remain calm.

He is tall and upright, standing there like a steady mountain.

He was wearing a sophisticated black suit, the fabric looked sleek and expensive, and his tie was neatly tied.

Her hair was combed sleekly, and a few strands of silver hair gleamed with a cold luster in the sunlight.

His eyes were deep and cold, like an ancient well with no bottom. Although anger was surging in them, it was suppressed by his strong self-control.

His lips were tightly pursed, only slightly opened when he spoke, his voice low and magnetic, he said: "Sal, your talk is nonsense! Our Falcone family has never participated in any action against you.

If you do this, it will only deepen the hatred between the two families."

Every word he said was clear, as if he was trying to convey the voice of reason to Sal Maroney, but to the angry Sal Maroney, it sounded like a hypocritical excuse.

Sal Maroni sneered, and that sneer was like an icy knife that instantly cut through the air.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a sarcastic smile.

He said: "Evidence? I don't need evidence! I just know that you are behind this.

Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson, to let you know that we, the Maroni family, are not so easy to mess with!" His voice rose several decibels, and the last sentence was almost shouted out.

The two sides could not agree on anything and ended up parting on bad terms, with conflict imminent.

When they turned and left, their steps were filled with angry power. The dust on the ground was raised by their footsteps, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

At the same time, Qin Yang was silently observing all this in the dark. He was like a spider hiding in the darkness, quietly waiting for his prey to fall into the trap in the corner of his carefully woven web.

He was on the top floor of an abandoned building, surrounded by piles of dilapidated construction materials and garbage.

The wind blew in through the glassless window, bringing with it a pungent smell and ruffling his hair.

There was a sense of complacency and indifference in his eyes, and a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. That smile was like a shadow in the darkness, full of conspiracy.

Qin Yang talked to himself, his voice low and full of ambition. The voice echoed in the empty room, as if it was a declaration of the future.

“The conflict between the two families finally broke out, which is exactly what I wanted.

Next, it’s time to harvest.

Gotham City, are you ready to welcome the new master?" His eyes flashed with a desire for power, as if he had seen himself standing on the top of Gotham City, overlooking everything.

After the robbery, the Gotham City police were in unprecedented trouble.

The case is not only complicated on the surface, but also hides a deep criminal network involving the grievances and hatreds between multiple families, as well as darker conspiracies.

The entire police station was like a ship rocking in a storm, with detectives struggling to find direction.

Detective James Harvey and Leah Rollins, two experienced detectives, were entrusted with the task of uncovering the truth of all this. They were like explorers looking for an exit in a dark maze, shouldering a heavy mission.

Inside the police station, it was a place full of busyness and tension.

The walls were a dull greyish-white, somewhat yellowed with age.

The lights were dim and the buzzing lamps seemed like they would go out at any moment.

The desk was piled with various documents and materials. Some documents had already fallen out of the folders and covered the entire surface of the desk.

The telephone rang one after another, like a group of restless birds chirping.

James and Leah were looking through a mountain of case files.

The case files were piled up like small hills, cluttered on their desks.

Some of the papers were wrinkled, and some had coffee or ink stains on the edges.

James frowned, his eyebrows looked like two tangled caterpillars.

His eyes were fixed intently on the words on the case file, his look showing fatigue and confusion.

His hair was a little messy, as if he had scratched it many times.

As he read, he supported his chin with his hand and gently rubbed his chin with his fingers, as if this could help him think.

He said: “This case is much more complicated than I thought.

Restaurant robberies are just the tip of the iceberg, there are too many forces involved behind the scenes.”

There was a hint of helplessness in his voice, as if he had already anticipated that countless difficulties were waiting for them ahead.

Leah nodded as she flipped through the information. Her movements were very gentle, as if she was treating a fragile treasure.

Her eyes were bright and focused, and her long eyelashes cast a light shadow under her eyes.

Her hair was tied into a ponytail with a few strands hanging on both sides of her cheeks.

Her fingers were slender and nimble, turning the pages quickly.

She said, “That’s right, James.

And I found an interesting point, there are several hired killers, their movements appear in the cases of Maroni and Falcone family at the same time. "

There was a hint of excitement in her voice, as if she saw a ray of light in the darkness.

James' eyes lit up, as if life was suddenly injected into his eyes.

His body leaned forward slightly, his eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.

He said, "You mean, they serve two families at the same time? How is that possible?" His voice rose a little, with an incredulous tone.

Leah showed a report. The paper was white, but it was a little blurry because it had been copied too many times.

The report contains some charts and data, as well as some blurry photos.

She pointed at the contents of the report and said, "Look here, these killers' bank accounts have recently received large remittances from different sources, and the time nodes are highly consistent with several cases we are investigating.

I suspect they may be pawns in some larger conspiracy.”

There was a firm belief in her eyes, as if she had already determined this direction.

——(End of this chapter)