American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

The boy said this without even turning his head.

"Oh... Gotham..."

Cebrelo repeated unconsciously and nodded.

But the next second.

The expression on his face froze instantly, his eyes widened like bells, as if he had heard something from the Faraway Gotham!

It’s really possible to make $100,000 a month!

"What?! It's Gotham!"

He screamed in fear and quickly chased after him: "Dio, wait a minute! That place is no joke! Do you know how chaotic it is? Even the police don't dare go out alone at night!"

However, Dio had already ridden to the gate of the yard. He heard Cebrelo's shout, slowed down slightly, and looked back.

In the sunlight, his golden hair peeked out from the gap in his helmet, fluttering gently in the wind.

"Don't worry, I'm just going there to work." He said calmly.

"Work?! What kind of decent job can you get in a place like that?! I think you're crazy! Are you going to rob a bank for $100,000?!"

"Let's not talk about whether we can rob a bank or not. There are so many people robbing banks over there. Can you even stand in line?"

Cebrelo was so anxious that he stamped his feet and wished he could reach out and pull the car back.

Dio didn't answer, just waved his hand and then suddenly twisted the accelerator.

The Harley roared, and a faint blue smoke came out as its tires rubbed against the ground. The next second, the motorcycle rushed out like an arrow.

"Wait! Brat!"

Cebrelo gave chase, but Dio had already disappeared around the corner of the street.

This left him standing there, looking at the empty streets, and sighing helplessly:

"This child... is exactly the same as before..."

-

The nights in Gotham are never quiet.

Neon lights cast distorted shadows on the wet streets, and billboards flashed dazzling colors, reflecting on the flooded road surface like broken stained glass.

The air was filled with the smell of motor oil, rain, and some indescribable decay, as if the entire city was slowly rotting.

The sound of sirens in the distance was intermittent, like some kind of morbid wheezing, always chasing something but never catching up.

A faint sound of quarreling came from the alley, followed by a muffled sound, followed by a few indistinct curses and a flurry of footsteps.

No one would check to see what was going on.

In Gotham, curiosity is a luxury, often purchased for a bullet.

But in this sick city pulse——

The tearing roar of the engine came from far away, instantly crushing all the background noise!

A pitch-black Harley, like a ferocious beast breaking free from its restraints, rushed into Gotham at an almost insane speed.

The roar of the engine violently tore through the air, and the thick rear wheels spun wildly on the slippery road, scraping out a sharp hissing sound that made your teeth ache.

"Wow——!"

The car body passed through the narrow corner at a thrilling angle, with the edge of the tire almost kissing the ground, but miraculously maintaining precise balance.

It only left a ghostly black afterimage in the eyes of passers-by.

"Fuck, who's so crazy?"

A gangster leaning against the wall widened his eyes and dropped the cigarette in his hand to the ground.

"Mad?"

His companion grumbled, but his eyes couldn't help but follow the dark shadow.

In Gotham, those who are outspoken usually have two endings:

Either it disappears quickly or becomes a legend.

The rider in front of him clearly had no intention of keeping a low profile.

Under the helmet——

Dio narrowed his scarlet eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an almost happy arc.

The journey to Gotham on Interstate 70 was shorter than he had imagined, arriving in just two hours at full speed.

Of course, I had to refuel once during the journey, which inexplicably increased the cost of work.

"Tsk, the gas price in this crappy place is twice as high as Smallville."

He complained softly, but then he didn't care.

After all, the so-called Iceberg Club offers a very high salary, and if the so-called 'Black Gate Penguin C' wants to play tricks on him

Then he wouldn't mind letting this "bird lover" experience for himself what the "anger of an emperor penguin" means.

The car slowed down slightly.

Dio's sharp eyes swept across the Gothic buildings on both sides that looked like the ribs of a monster.

He felt a little strange. After such a fast speed, there wasn't even a single "fly" in uniform buzzing around to disturb him.

Gotham's law enforcers are on a collective vacation?

"boom!"

Along with a few buzzing sounds, he noticed the flashing car lights in the rearview mirror.

Several modified motorcycles were approaching him from different directions, the engine sounds low and dangerous, like the prelude to some kind of hunt.

"Oh~ So it's outsourced to a biker gang?"

With a sneer, Dio felt that the management of this place was outrageous.

"but."

"Fun before work?"

Dio whispered to himself, his scarlet pupils flashing with excitement in the night.

"That's... not bad."

Chapter 94 Dio: The people of Gotham are so hospitable

"We were wrong, please let us go."

The night wind carried the salty smell of sea water and blew through the empty streets. The street lights cast a pale halo on the wet ground.

There was a man sitting in a trash can at the end of the street.

There was a crack in the helmet, and the white eyes could be vaguely seen.

And at a closer point...

The motorcycles lay crookedly on the side of the road, and the front wheel of one of them was still turning slightly, as if silently accusing everything that had just happened.

The thugs who were so aggressive just a few minutes ago were beaten to their knees.

The arrogance on their faces had long since disappeared, replaced by unconcealable fear.

"Big brother, we were wrong, please let us go"

The leading thug's voice trembled and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

Leaning on his Harley, the black helmet obscured Dio's expression. Only his eyes were vaguely visible through the goggles, looking down coldly at the thugs.

He didn't say anything, but just tilted his head slightly and tapped the fuel tank of the motorcycle with his fingers, making a dull echo.

The thugs looked at each other, and no one dared to move first.

until…

A thug with green hair suddenly had an idea and took out his wallet:

"Brother! I understand what you mean! This is a small token of our appreciation! We'll pay for the fuel!"

"Dang~"

The coin fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, which was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

The other two people woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly took out the crumpled banknotes and put them on the ground in a panic.

After a while, a stack of banknotes was piled up.

"Put them all on the ground."

The green-haired gangster swallowed his saliva and carefully placed his last empty wallet on the pile of banknotes.

Dio glanced at the banknotes scattered on the ground, and seemed satisfied.

He bent down slowly, and picked up the banknotes one by one with his slender fingers. His movements were as elegant as if he was attending a high-society dinner.

He even gently dusted off a dusty twenty-dollar bill before stuffing it into his pocket.

“Big cities are good.”

A chuckle came from under the helmet. "City people are so hospitable. You can even pick up money while walking."

"?!"

Several thugs froze in place, watching the evildoer get on the motorcycle.

The engine roared.

It was not until the Harley's taillights disappeared at the end of the street that several people collapsed on the ground with a sense of relief.

"Hold"

Green Hair wiped his face and found that his hands were still shaking uncontrollably. "Did you see the direction he went?"

"Ice, Iceberg Club?"

Another thug stammered, and suddenly revealed a smile uglier than crying, "We've hit a wall!"

The three of them simultaneously looked at the unconscious Oliver, then at the coins scattered on the ground.

That was their entire 'income' for the night.

The silence lasted for more than ten seconds.

"Jimmy?"

Green Hair nudged his silent companion with his elbow and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you scared?"

Jimmy stared blankly at the direction Dio left until the car lights disappeared at the end of the horizon. Then he slowly turned his head with a dazed look in his eyes: "I'm thinking..."

"Compared to that guy, our usual petty thefts seem..." He paused, "especially pathetic, don't they?"

"......."

Green Hair and another gangster looked at each other.

The sea breeze blew a few pieces of waste newspaper past their feet.

"Then..." He licked his cracked lips and lowered his voice very low, "How about a big ticket?"

Taking a deep breath, Jimmy patted his knees and stood up.

Needless to say.

-

Gotham Night.

Never a good time to rest.

Various sounds mixed together to form the background music of the city.

Dior held the handlebars with one hand, his posture as relaxed as if he was just riding a bicycle.

He casually placed his other hand on his knee, letting the cool sea breeze with its strong salty smell pass through his fingers.

The sound of the Harley's engine was particularly clear on the empty coastal road, and the wheels rolled over the wet asphalt road, occasionally splashing small drops of water.