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

In the dark warehouse, the killer "Shadow" was secretly arrested by the police. The place was filled with a smell of damp and mold.

The walls of the warehouse are covered with water stains, like an abstract ink painting.

The ground was rough concrete, cracked in some places, with a few thin weeds growing on it.

The dim light was swaying overhead, as if it would fall down at any moment.

The killer "Shadow" was tied to a shabby chair, his body was tightly bound by ropes, but his eyes were still fierce.

He wore a black mask on his face, revealing only a pair of cold and ruthless eyes.

The clothes were black night clothes with some signs of wear and tear, as if they had been through many battles.

James said seriously, “Shadow, we know you have connections to both the Maroni and Falcone families.

Tell us, what is the secret behind this?" His voice echoed in the warehouse with an unquestionable majesty.

The shadow sneered, but that smile was like a piece of cold iron, stiff and without any warmth.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, but in a twisted arc, as if he was mocking the person in front of him, or as if he was hiding his inner uneasiness.

However, there was still a flash of panic in his eyes, that panic was like a faint fire in the dark night, fleeting but still captured by the sharp-eyed Leah.

His eyes moved unconsciously, like a trapped beast looking for a way to escape. The panic in his eyes was like the ripples that appear when a stone is thrown into a calm lake, subtle but unconcealable.

He said: "Do you think you can get answers from me easily? I just do the work for money, and I don't know anything else."

The voice was a little hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against rough wood, and every word carried a kind of stubborn resistance.

He leaned back slightly, leaning against the cold wall behind him. He clenched his hands unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if this could give him some more strength to fight against the two persistent people in front of him.

Leah keenly captured his micro-expressions, her eyes as sharp as a hawk.

Her pair of blue eyes stared at Shadow's face, as if she wanted to see through his expression and see through his inner secrets.

She took a small step forward, and her long black windbreaker swayed slightly, the corners of her coat dancing like black flames.

Her lips were pressed into a straight line, her expression serious and solemn.

She said, “Shadow, stop pretending.

We have more evidence than you think.

Tell me, who is controlling all this? " Her voice was calm and steady, and every word was like a nail, driving straight into the other person's heart.

She stood there, her posture upright, like a pine tree that would not bend even in the strong wind, exuding an unquestionable majesty.

After an intense psychological struggle, Shadow finally gave in.

His shoulders seemed to have suddenly lost their supporting strength and drooped slightly, and his whole body seemed like a deflated ball.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, gleaming faintly in the dim light, like dewdrops on grass in the early morning.

The beads of sweat slowly slid down his cheeks, passed his thin chin, and dripped onto his tattered collar.

Shadow said in a deep voice, “Okay, I’ll tell you.

But you have to keep me safe.

The mastermind behind all this is someone you would never expect - City Councillor Carlton."

His voice was like muffled thunder coming from underground, low and suppressed.

He didn't dare to look directly at Leah and James, but just stared at the dirty ground under his feet, where there was a worn-out floor tile with a few thin grass growing out of the cracks. James said in surprise: "Carlton? How could he be involved in such a thing?" James widened his brown eyes, full of disbelief.

His eyebrows were raised high, like two small hills that suddenly rose up.

His mouth opened slightly, forming a small "O" shape, as if he was so shocked by the news that he lost the ability to speak for a moment.

He scratched his tangled brown hair, which looked like a tangled mass of straw.

Shadow smiled bitterly and said, “Power and money always make people do unexpected things.

Carlton uses his position to secretly control the underworld of Gotham City.

He hired us not only to balance the power of the two major families, the Maroni and Falconet, but also to consolidate his own position."

As Shadow spoke, he slowly squatted down and hugged his knees with both hands, as if this could give himself some warmth.

His eyes revealed a deep helplessness, like a person struggling in a dark vortex but unable to escape.

His clothes were wrinkled, like a piece of waste paper that had been crumpled into a ball and then unfolded, with some stains on them that came from nowhere.

Leah frowned and said, "But why would he assassinate his own city councilor? Isn't that self-destruction?" Leah's brows were tightly furrowed together, like two fighting caterpillars.

Her eyes were full of doubt, and the doubt spread in her eyes like a fog.

She gently supported her chin with her hand and tapped her fingers rhythmically on her chin, as if she was thinking about some complicated puzzle.

Shadow shook his head and said, “That’s because he wants to take over and become the real ruler of Gotham City.

The city council members he assassinated were those who might hinder his plans.

As for the specific details, I am not very clear.”

Shadow's head was like a heavy lead ball, shaking weakly.

His expression was somewhat wooden, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.

His breathing became a little rapid, like a little animal exhausted after running.

James and Leah realized that they were facing an unprecedented huge conspiracy and needed to report it to their superiors immediately.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of determination.

James' eyes are like burning flames, full of fighting spirit; Leah's eyes are like the deep ocean, calm and firm.

They turned around and walked towards the police station without hesitation.

Their steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to strike a heavy note on the ground.

James' leather shoes made a "thump thump" sound on the ground, and Leah's high heels made a "tapping" sound. The two sounds intertwined together, like a powerful march.

In the police station's senior conference room, James and Leah reported their investigation results to the chief.

There was a tense atmosphere in the meeting room, and the air seemed to be frozen.

The director sat behind the huge oak desk, his expression serious and solemn.

His hair was combed neatly back and was shiny like a black mirror.

He was wearing a neat police uniform, and every button on it was polished to a shine, like bright stars.

The director was shocked and said, "Carlton? How is this possible? He is a model city councilor in the eyes of the public." (End of this chapter)