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Chapter 100 Hell's Little Habit

After he finished speaking, Donton couldn't help but grin.

He continued while laughing.

"Originally I was still wondering what I should do after I finished stepping on the plates of the Skyrail and then visited the bald boss of the arms store.

Now I have an idea. When I finish my current work, I will go to Wayne Group and give Bruce a direct shock!
Damn it, before I could even start killing people in Gotham, he threw me a mysterious party!

What does he think of me? Does he think I'm the villain boss of a big event? "

After he finished speaking, Donton crossed his legs and hummed a little tune.

Seeing that Downton was in a very good mood, Selina curled her lips and poked Downton's chest muscles with her fingers.

"What you should do most is not to be busy with this and that, but to quickly find a set of clothes to wear!
What, you're going to go to Wayne Enterprises wearing just one of my coats?
Then you better be careful with the air conditioning in Wayne Group, don't let the cold wind show your butt to Bruce Wayne, or he'll think you're looking for him to have sex!"

At this point, Selina couldn't help but laugh, leaving Victor alone still praying nervously.

His heart is not as big as those two crazy people in front of him. Which normal person would really want to go to hell?

Chatting and laughing, the Skyrail soon arrived at a station near the Gun Feast.

When the train stopped, Downton took Victor and Selina out of the platform and went to a clothing store to buy a set of clothes.

While Downton was changing his clothes, Victor held the gun with a helpless look on his face.

He was threatening the clerk while speaking to Selina with a bitter face.

“Ma’am, I haven’t robbed a clothing store in more than ten years!

Damn it, that's really out of date and I want to go to heaven!
It's just a set of clothes, can't the boss give me money? It's obviously not much money, I can just give him a set!
Wait, don't f**king move, put your hands over your head!"

As he spoke, Victor diligently restrained the clerk who wanted to sound the alarm.

Selina stood in the women's clothing area, elegantly continuing to examine the various new styles of clothing.

As she watched, she belatedly remembered Victor's question, so she agreed without even turning her head.

“Having money is one thing, spending money is another, and Tang is obviously not the kind of person who likes to spend money.

Understand that we all have our own little quirks, just like I like to borrow treasures from others to play with.

What about you, Victor? What are your hobbies? "

"Killing people with a submachine gun that has a very fast firing rate but very low power, but not shooting them to pieces, but watching them struggle with holes in their bodies, this is my little hobby."

Victor responded.

Hearing this, Selina was slightly stunned, then sneered.

"What a hellish fetish!"

"Can we not talk about Hell? I won't be able to do my job if I do!"

Victor gave Selina a frustrated middle finger.

Just then, Donton came out of the dressing room.

Casually putting Selina's coat on her, Donton put his arm around Selina's shoulders and walked out the door.

Selina shook her shoulders unhappily.

"This coat just covered your butt and your dick. Are you sure you want me to keep wearing it?"

"Damn it, there's a room full of coats, can't you just pick one?"

Donton let go of Selina with disgust, and then walked towards the Gun Feast.

Looking at Donton's back, Victor couldn't help but move closer to Selina and said.

“It seems that Tang also has a hellish hobby, which is not to spoil women, haha!”

"Shit!"

Selina kicked Victor hard with her high heels, then followed Donton arrogantly into the bald boss's shop.

At the same time, on a nearby street, two policemen looked at each other, then swallowed hard.

"Ahem, man, that clothing store called the police."

"Yes, I heard it, but so what? Do you want to care?"

"I just came to ask for your opinion because I don't know!"

"My suggestion is to go to the bathroom. Damn it, my stomach hurts so badly, seriously!"

"me too!"

After a brief exchange, the two policemen turned around quietly and walked away from the clothing store and Gun Feast.

But before they could walk far, they were spotted by the clerk who rushed out of the clothing store.

So the shop assistants chased the police while shouting.

"Police, help, someone is robbing!"

"Damn it, don't come over here, help, someone wants to harm the police!!!"

The two policemen were so scared that they quickly quickened their pace, leaving the high-heeled clerk far behind.

Seeing that the patrol police ran faster than Jerry, the store clerks had no choice but to call 911 again. When the police station operator answered the call, his voice sounded a little weak.

Gotham was so chaotic yesterday that they worked overtime all night and still couldn't cope with the huge number of alarm calls.

After finally making it to daytime, countless people called and asked the police to send someone to help them calculate their losses.

Sometimes they really envy the doctors in the hospital, because whenever there is a war in this damn Gotham, there are basically not too many casualties left, and everyone fights to death!
Except for the forensic doctor and the guy in charge of the morgue, other doctors are just doing their normal work. They are not as busy as the Gotham police!

The operator said into the phone while complaining in his heart.

"This is 911. Please describe your situation as briefly as possible."

"Hello, is this the police? We are at 326 East Cross Street in Burnley, and Little Italy is across from our store!

Just now, two men and one woman rushed into our store and stole a set of experimental fall clothing worth 84,000 yuan, which is not yet on the market of our brand. They also stole two sets of jewelry worth 400,000 yuan from our store!

Besides that, I want to complain to the patrolmen on Southern Cross Street. After they saw us being robbed, they ran faster than rats. Damn it!"

"Uh……"

When the experienced operator first heard the prices of the clothes and jewelry, he already thought it was outrageous.

As a result, when he heard that all the detectives in his jurisdiction had run away, he immediately knew what was going on.

"I have sent someone over there. You just need to wait where you are and be sure to protect your own safety!"

After the words fell, the operator put down the phone in boredom and then sent the case records to the Gotham headquarters.

Next to him, his colleague who had just hung up a phone call asked him.

"Why, is this another trouble?"

"That's right, it's another damn insurance fraud. We'll have enough time to send someone after the insurance company leaves.

What's more, the patrol officers in their area have all disappeared, so there must be something else going on in this case!"

After explaining, the operator happened to receive feedback from the main station, which was... ignore it!
The operator sneered knowingly and tried to say something else, but was interrupted by the ringing telephone in front of him.

"Hello, this is 911..."

The operator continued to answer the phone, depressed and tired.

The patrolman on Southern Cross Street continued to hide in the bathroom and smoke.

The bigwigs in the police department were busy arranging the funeral of Chief Savage and competing for the position of the next chief.

The whole Gotham is so orderly.

Just as the group of so-called big shots were scrambling to appear in the city hall to make connections, Downton came to the gun shop and hugged the bald old Deng head-on.

"Old boy!"

While patting Lao Deng's back heavily, Donton said to him with a smile.

"You never thought that a bad guy like me would not only be alive and well, but also drive Falcone out of Gotham!"

"Yeah, yeah, you're fucking great, kid!"

Listening to Downton's bragging, Lao Deng patted Downton on the back and continued.

"I don't think you're bragging anymore. Even if you tell me that you fucked Falcone's daughter, I can't say no.

Because you have already won, you are the final winner, and everything a winner says makes sense!"

After he finished speaking, Lao Deng excitedly kissed Donton's face heavily.

Just as he was pushed aside by Downton in disgust, he glanced at the two people behind Downton.

"Look who this is, isn't this the hairless devil Victor Zsasz? You rarely came to a small shop like mine in the past!"

"Haha, if I had been here before, you would have died in my hands long ago, Big Jimmy!"

Victor smiled disdainfully, and by the way, extended his hand to Jimmy Oldman and shook hands with him briefly.

After dealing with Victor, Lao Deng turned to Selina and gave her his thumbs up.

“If I had the ability of a bad guy like Donton when I was young, I would definitely have a beautiful woman like Madam by my side.

I can't bear to see a beautiful lady standing in my shop, please wait a moment, I'll bring you a chair!"

While praising Selina, Lao Deng gave the small chair to Selina.

While Selina was sitting down unceremoniously, Lao Deng continued to ask her.

"May I have the honor of knowing the lady's name?"

"Haha, don't you already know that?"

Selina adjusted the hem of her coat while speaking unhappily to Old Deng.

Just when Lao Deng was at a loss, Selina, who had tidied her coat, leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs and continued to talk to Lao Deng.

"I am the daughter of...Falcone you mentioned!"

"I'm Teo~~~~~!?"

(End of this chapter)