In the Sand Village, the clones are everywhere, and the Arkham game begins

Chapter 26 Appearance in front of others
In this broken place called Gotham, there has never been real light. Harvey Dent, who wanted to become the Shining Knight of Gotham, failed and degenerated into Two-Face. Even Batman can only transform into the Dark Knight and fight darkness with darkness.

The Gotham Police Department was corrupted by Gotham's underworld forces countless years ago and became the criminals' protector and collaborator.

"So you think that with Chidi Cole's death, we will lose our protection and may even have to face the double pressure from the Two-Face Gang and the Gotham Police Department in the future?"

Qingshui held his chin with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"This……"

"Forget it, I'll take care of these. Tell me the specific situation of the gang now."

"Boss Walter, let me do the talking! I'm here to settle accounts with Chidi...Chidi. Our gang's territory now covers not only this factory building on the edge of the old industrial zone, but also the entire Hog Street."

A middle-aged white man wearing glasses smiled flatteringly at Qing Shui, then took out a booklet from his back pocket, spit on it, opened it and said:

"Every household on the street pays $300 a month for protection. We take half of the profits from the six shops, and there is also a department store and a second-hand motorcycle shop. In the past year, we have been able to earn more than $50,000 a month on average."

"But 50% of it has to be given to the Two-Faced Gang, and Chidi Cole will take half of the remaining money. The rest is barely enough for the brothers to use, which is not generous at all. So the brothers usually do some extra work, such as doing some manual labor, helping others to look after the place, etc."

"There are seven other pistols, all second-hand, with more than a hundred rounds of ammunition. We don't have any other firearms, but we can use the motorcycles in the second-hand motorcycle shop as we please. The remaining weapons are baseball bats and crowbars..."

Qingshui couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

The Cole gang is really poor.

Even so, this was the best-established gang he had found in the slums of Gotham.

Now it seems that the good foundation is because there is a two-faced gang protecting it.

All in all, after Chidi Cole and his brother Kerman Cole took half, the average amount that more than 30 people could get was only three or four hundred dollars.

How is that enough in Gotham?

But if you become a member of Cole's Gang, at least you won't be bullied so easily in this slum, and you can even bully ordinary people.

In Gotham, three or four hundred dollars a month is the price of a slave.

However, if you consider the three or four hundred dollars as a basic salary, and the usual physical work for others, or looking after the place and providing support, or going into the streets to do robbery and theft as commission, then the money these gangsters earn on a daily basis is actually enough for them to indulge themselves.

"I understand. The Cole brothers take tens of thousands of dollars every month, so Chidi Cole should have a lot of property. Take us to get it."

Qingshui waved at the well-dressed middle-aged white man.

"Well... Boss Walter, although I help Qidi with the accounts, but..."

"Do you think I believe it?"

Qingshui stared at the white man wearing glasses.

"I'm sorry, Boss Walter, I really don't know, but Chidi has a room here that he doesn't allow anyone to enter or leave normally, and only he and his brother have the key there."

The middle-aged white man said with an apologetic smile.

At the same time, his gaze turned to the blurry pool of blood and flesh on the ground.

The key is probably no longer usable.

"lead the way."

Qingshui stood up from the chair, put his hands behind his back, hooked his fingers, and controlled Kurokin to walk to his side.

"Hey, okay, Boss Walter, my name is Dura, Dura Bent, and I graduated from Gotham Gladia Church University with a major in accounting. A few years ago, I was put in jail for cooking the books for a company. My wife and kids left me, and I went bankrupt, so I came here to make a living..."

"It's okay. Only by doing so can you pass the internship period for accounting majors. I believe that you will become the top accountant in Gotham in the future."

"Boss, my name is Ange! I can repair cars, and I'm the one who runs our gang's second-hand motorcycle shop..."

"Boss Walter, I'm Frank..."

……

Along the way, this group of thugs rushed to introduce themselves in order to leave some impression on Qingshui.

Just by looking at the mighty and tall Black Gold, everyone can realize that a powerful super villain is about to appear in Gotham City, and the future of that gang is obviously not comparable to that of other small gangs.

Take this opportunity to curry favor with the new boss, and maybe you can become a successful gang leader in the future. "Boom!"

Chidi Cole's room was smashed to pieces by Hei Jin's pneumatic fist.

"Search."

Qingshui instructed calmly.

"Yes!"

"Good boss!"

"As ordered!"

……

A group of people began to search in a chaotic manner.

"Boss, would you like to sit for a while?"

A yellow-haired man dragged a chair over and placed it behind Qingshui.

"Boss, let me give you a leg massage!"

"Boss Walter! Let me give you a shoulder massage!"

……

"Go to work and follow orders, it's much more important than pleasing me."

Qingshui kicked the chair away and said indifferently.

They are just a bunch of brave and aggressive thugs on the street. They definitely can't enforce discipline like ninjas and soldiers.

However, cultivating discipline is the best and most effective way to improve the fighting power of a group of rabble.

If Shimizu wants to become the underworld boss of Gotham, he has to start training a group of obedient subordinates from now on.

It turns out that these low-level thugs in Gotham are far inferior to the top talents in Arkham, and they can't even find anything.

I worked hard until the evening when it was almost dark, but I still hadn't found a penny.

"Turn on the light and continue searching."

Qingshui sat on Kurokin's shoulders, looking down at the room from above.

He has been watching too.

Most parts of the room have been searched, and the remaining places don't look like places to hide money or set up traps.

Accountant Dura hurriedly pressed the light, but found that it was not on.

"Boss! I can fix the light bulb! Give me a few minutes and I'll fix it right away!"

A gangster with colorfully dyed hair raised his hand and shouted.

"go."

Qingshui decided that if he couldn't find it within half an hour, he would ask Heijin to tear down the place.

Soon one of his men found a ladder and helped the gangster up to fix the light bulb.

The base of the light bulb turned a circle, and before the light bulb was taken down, the ceiling next to it loosened a little, revealing a crack.

Qingshui's eyes moved, and he ordered, "Stop first."

Then he concentrated the chakra on the soles of his feet, stepped on the wall, and walked upside down to the ceiling.

The thugs were stunned, and the guy who could fix the light bulb almost fell off the ladder.

(End of this chapter)