American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander.

Chapter 81: Mark of the Dead

As Donton jumped out of the car, a machine gun bullet flew past his nose and hit the engine of a police car accurately.

Seeing more and more big guys coming, the chasing police were completely confused. They quickly stopped the car and then fled.

While fleeing in panic, the leading policeman kept shouting into the walkie-talkie.

"This is not a case we can handle, damn it, they even brought out the tanks!
I need support. No no no, I don't need support. No matter how much support we get, it won't allow us to knock down the fucking tanks with bullets!

Call the mayor right away, we need to get the National Guard involved, or even call in the nearest aircraft carrier!

Damn, why are there so many tanks in this city? I haven’t seen tanks in Gotham for almost 20 years. I even thought I went back to Gotham 20 years ago. Fuck!!!”

After hanging up the intercom, the police cowered and hid in various nearby shops.

Facing the gazes of countless onlookers, the police raised their pistols awkwardly, and then asked the citizens to see what was going on outside.

Faced with the police's explanation, the citizens were silent for a moment, and then all pointed at the vehicles outside the store that were quickly charging towards the tanks.

The citizens' attitude is very clear. They feel that the police are not as brave as the charging cars.

And those cars that are charging...

"Donton, please accept our interview!"

"Don, it was you who broke Falcone's rule over Gotham, right, or are you really Falcone's illegitimate son?

Falconet went to the other side of the ocean once during the period of establishing diplomatic relations between China and Taiwan. Are you the child he left behind at that time?"

"Ghost, Fish Mooney kidnapped hundreds of middle school students, including homosexuals, blacks, Mexicans, Indians, and many girls, but no Asians. So, was she kidnapped under your orders?"

"Fuck you!"

Donton originally had no intention of paying attention to this group of reporters, but who would have thought that a reporter would ask him such a question.

So, he simply dragged the reporter who asked the last question in front of him, facing countless cameras.

"How am I supposed to know who that bitch Fish kidnapped? And why is there no Asian student in this high school in Gotham?
I'd say you'd better ask Fish Mooney the fucking question instead of asking me that."

As soon as he finished speaking, Donton threw the reporter onto the hood of Victor Zass's car.

"Zasz, tie this guy to your bumper, then take this asshole to Fish's place and fucking shoot those Yakuza that you said were besieging him in half!
Oh, and don’t forget to have the son of a bitch repeat the questions he asked me to Fish!”

After saying that, Donton kicked hard, nailing the reporter directly to the front of the Aston Martin...

puff!
The reporter spat out large amounts of blood and internal organs.

After a brief retreat, other media outlets in the surrounding area swarmed over again, pointing their cameras at the reporter and taking pictures frantically.

Looking at the breathless reporter, Victor sneered and nodded.

"I understand, Boss, I'll take him to Evanston High School right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zas waved to the helicopters in the sky, and immediately a helicopter dropped a tow rope.

Gah…!!!
When more pickup trucks stopped beside him, Zsasz called enough people to hoist the Aston Martin with the reporters embedded in it onto the helicopter.

"Come on, guys, let's blast all those Yakuza in Akabara into pieces!"

At this point, tanks and helicopters were charging toward Evanston High School, with eighty percent of reporters following behind them.

After Zas left, Battelle finally got out of the armored vehicle and came in front of Donton.

"Boss, where should we go next?"

"We? No, you, man!"

Listening to Bartel's words, Donton laughed and patted Bartel on the shoulder.

"Today is your day, Bartel!

Take the rest of the people and go to Blackgate Prison to kill all the bastards causing trouble there!"

"As ordered!"

Bartel nodded heavily, and then, surrounded by countless thugs, he led the rest of the people and rushed towards Blackgate Prison.

The police cars parked on the road were directly run over by the tanks, and the few armored vehicles that the special police rarely drove out were also hit hard by the tanks.

Just as the backs of Battelle and others gradually disappeared, more cheers and roars of engines gradually approached.

Following the direction of the sound, Donton turned his head and saw dozens of pairs of couples swaying in countless convertibles.

"Wow!"

"Ha!" "I saw the mayor's daughter!"

"This is……?"

The remaining reporters were also shocked by the sight of the luxury car and the car, and they quickly turned their cameras over there.

As their camera shifted, a Maybach stopped next to Downton, and Oswald got out from the passenger seat and grinned at Downton.

"Don!"

He said.

"Boss Falcone's death was so sudden that our family is facing a major crisis. Only someone like you can lead us out of this predicament!"

"Don't be so nice to me, I'm just a symbol. Even without me, you can still be so arrogant in Gotham for a while with just these big guys!"

Donton patted Oswald on the shoulder and then sat with him in the back seat of the Maybach.

Taking the tequila handed to him by Ozwald, Donton drank it in one gulp while Ozwald continued.

"If you weren't there, I wouldn't be the one leading those big guys. I told you I was just a looker."

"Not now, man, it's a waste of your brain to watch the scene.

For someone like you, why don't you join me in making this business bigger, haha!"

Donton interrupted Ozwald and patted him on the shoulder.

After getting Donton's assurance, Ozwald was overjoyed.

"I knew it, Don, I knew you would appreciate me, we have worked together before, haven't we?
Compared to me, Fish is too neurotic and has no bottom line, and Maroni is too greedy and only knows how to drain the pond to catch fish. He doesn't understand how a stable business environment can bring him so much benefit that he can't earn even if he sells cocaine for a lifetime.

I gave Falcone so many suggestions, but I was always just a fly swatter he used to hit Fish and Maroney in the face, and he never took my abilities seriously!
You are the only one who understands me, Tang. You never looked down on me from the beginning. I fucking love you so much!"

At this point, Ozwald was deeply moved and held Donton's hand.

but……

When Oswald grabbed his left hand, he suddenly took out a gun from his arms with his right hand.

While pointing the gun at Oswald, who stood there in a daze after blinking, Donton pulled out his left hand and patted his shoulder again.

“You’re right, Fish and Maroni are not as good as you, either in ability or courage.

It's incredible that Liv is a member of the Court of Owls, but no matter what kind of bastard she is, she is still a woman I have fucked.

You guessed it right, I really don’t care whether Liv lives or dies. Who the hell would care about an owl?

But I care whether you respect me enough.

You should at least ask for my opinion on what happened today, but why didn’t I answer your call?

If you can't find my phone number, then you are incompetent.

And if you don’t believe that I can make a decision that you will approve of, haha, are you looking down on me?
Do you think I'll be controlled by a pair of pandas?
Do you think she'd have gold trim in her skirts?"

boom!
The bullet pierced Oswald's lame leg.

"Ahhh!"

As Ozwald screamed, Donton suddenly pressed his left hand on the wound on his calf.

While inserting his fingers into the cavity where the bullet was ejected and stirring it, Donton continued speaking.

"This is to remind you, and it's also my gift to you, Ozwald.

From now on, if anyone dares to talk about your lame leg in front of you, even if that person is the mayor of Gotham, you can proudly smash his head and tear off his ears and tell him.

This leg has never been a congenital defect of yours, but a mark left for you tonight by the dead soul out of recognition of you!

Look, Ozwald, I'll be much better than Falcone.

As long as you make me feel your respect, I will always protect you and spare no effort.

But no matter what, you must remember, don't let me down.

Because I am also much better than Falcone at killing people, haha!"

I received news from the editor today that our Downton Abbey will be on the shelves on Sunday!
On July 21st, which is this Sunday at 12 noon, dear bosses, see you there!
Also, please lend me your monthly ticket to spend some money on it!
Tickets are coming!

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(End of this chapter)