Chapter 7 Cash Ability
Under the illumination of four huge searchlights prepared by the mercenary team in advance, two box trucks drove into the abandoned parking lot.
Slipknot and the tattooed man closed the car door and walked over with serious faces.
Like Deadshot, Cheshire Cat, and Captain Javelin, they were all mercenaries hired by Chen Tao.
Of course, in their view, it was the criminal ventriloquist who hired them, not the famous Batman.
Slipknot is a strong Mexican who is good at using a lasso. The trap that tied Killer Crocodile into a rice dumpling was made by him. At this time, when he saw Killer Crocodile tied to the ground, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitched slightly;
The tattooed man, like his nickname, looks like an ink painting covered in bird poop. He is more like a sailor making a living on the beach than a killer. As soon as he arrived, he taunted ruthlessly: "Haha! Our target is a fool!"
With a bang, a puff of white smoke rushed out from Killer Croc's head.
Everyone scrambled and dragged Killer Crocodile behind two box trucks. During this period, the tattooed man said something mean again, and then he was almost bitten on the arm by Killer Crocodile, which made him jump all over the place again.
humiliation.
anger.
Killer Croc has reached the peak of his rage.
This rising anger is higher than the gamma rays produced by the Orion supernova explosion; this humiliation of character cannot be washed away even by pouring out all the liquid water on Europa.
Even the mysteries of the universe, reversing the distance between space and time, reversing the sun and the moon, and the vast seas cannot diminish this anger even one bit!
He couldn't help roaring loudly:
Unforgivable!
This sound is comparable to the cry of Prometheus stealing fire!
Unforgivable!
This sound is like the roar of Jesus on the cross!
Unforgivable...
With a bang, the ventriloquist opened the back door of the van without any nonsense, and then hit Killer Crocodile's face with a ton of banknotes.
There's no tricks, it's all fucking dollars.
Because the action was too rough, the green mountain of money collapsed directly from the carriage to the ground, like an overturned box of toilet paper.
Killer Croc's voice ended like a choked drake.
"These money are salary advances. As long as you nod, they are all yours."
"No...inexcusable..."
With a bang, the ventriloquist opened another box car, and another ton of banknotes poured down. The cold rain of money slapped Killer Crocodile's face randomly.
Killer Croc was so angry that his green face turned red.
Stop insulting me with these bills!
He wanted to scold the other party righteously. He, Killer Croc, is a cold-blooded beast and a cruel freak, but he is not such a casual person!
Is it great to be rich? Is it difficult... just because you give me money, I will bow down and worship you?
Snapped.
A banknote stuck to his eye, blocking his vision.
Unforgivable… original…
Original……
Forgive me! ! ! ! ! !
Killer Crocodile staggered, feeling dizzy both mentally and physically from being hit on the head by a huge amount of money, which caused the language module of his brain to be directly disabled in a short period of time. He took the money and said very seriously:
"father!"
Deadshot: "?"
Then Killer Croc suddenly remembered that he was a black man, and black men generally don't have fathers.
"Ahem, I mean."
"I've been wandering for most of my life, and I just hate that I didn't meet a wise boss. If you don't dislike it, I would like to..."
"Oh my god, there are at least tens of millions of fucking dollars here!" Captain Javelin jumped directly into the pile of banknotes: "I'm going to die!"
"Go away!" Killer Crocodile was furious: "This is my money!"
"Although she is yours, it is me who holds her in my arms and wants to fuck her!"
Killer Crocodile was so furious that he, who was tied like a rice dumpling, actually used the strength of his waist and abdomen to bounce up, and then rolled into the pile of banknotes.
"Mine! Mine!"
"..."
Deadshot also felt that he had simply lost the ability to speak.
Looking at the banknotes under the lamp, the more I look at them, the more dazzling they become.
Unlike Javelin, he is not someone who has never seen money. So the estimate of the amount of money is not as big a fallacy as a javelin.
Tens of millions?
There are at least 200 million fucking people!
Oh shit! He had no idea that the van driven by Slipknot and the Tattooed Man was filled with fucking banknotes! I'm afraid Tattooed Man and Slipknot don't know either.
For a moment, he just wanted to shoot everyone present and run away with $200 million!
But fortunately, reason finally took control of his brain, and he clearly realized that if someone could spend 200 million to buy Killer Crocodile, he could also spend 200 million to buy his own head.
He has a daughter, and if he can run away, the monk cannot run away from the temple. Although the money is good, he is afraid that he will take it but not spend it.
And the most important thing is that there is more than two tons of money here, and even if he grabs it, he can't take it out of Gotham.
He forced himself to turn his head, and then met the red eyes of Slipknot and the tattooed man. He was so frightened that he took out his gun.
"Oooh! Calm down, guys.
Deadshot said while secretly guarding these two unprofessional idiots from doing anything irrational:
"Ventriloquist, where are you?"
I won’t call my employer this time.
What? Ventriloquists are employers? I believe you.
If a middle-aged, bald, white man could casually cough up $200 million, why would he need to work as a Gotham gangster?
For no reason, Deadshot remembered the Batman doll in the ventriloquist's hand and couldn't help but shudder.
As soon as he thought of the bat figure, he felt a dull pain in his ribs.
The last time he came to Gotham, he had a fight with Batman on the train and broke three ribs afterwards...
I don’t miss him anymore. I don’t miss him anymore...
Deadshot shook his head.
First, let's exclude Batman, who would never do anything like this.
So... someone who is rich and can mobilize gangsters like Ventriloquist...
Is it Penguin? Or a two-faced person? The Riddler? He can't be a Roman, he has fled to Xiangjiang - maybe we should extend the suspects a bit...
Like Bruce Wayne?
Forget it, he has no motive, let’s eliminate him.
"Ventriloquist, ventriloquist? Damn it - let a real employer talk to me."
"what are you saying?"
"Don't act stupid for me."
Tattooed Man and Slipknot both looked wrong.
Deadshot stared at them closely and backed away slowly.
No matter how stupid Javelin is, he still realizes that the atmosphere is a little unusual.
He emerged from the pile of banknotes and stood next to Deadshot. Only Killer Croc was still lying on the ground stupidly like a cat that had taken catnip.
Deadshot didn't intend to have a fight here, not that he wasn't sure of killing everyone present except Killer Croc, but the feeling of being plotted made him very unhappy.
The people behind the scenes seemed to be sure that he had a family and a career and would not dare to make mistakes, so they planned to use him to suppress this group of unruly mercenaries... and if the suppression failed, they would use his hand to eliminate the unstable factors in the team. An acceptable game...
Wait, Deadshot suddenly realized that the other party had even considered his idea of "not wanting to fight", which meant that "Deadshot failed to suppress everyone and killed everyone, resulting in a loss of combat power controlled by the mastermind behind the scenes." That won't happen at all. This feeling is so weird. Why does he know him so well?
As for Killer Croc, if he wanted to take the money and run away, the $200 million would probably immediately become a bounty on his head, and then everyone present would immediately start killing people to share the money;
And if he is willing to accept this job, in order to keep the salary he just received, he will have to stand with his Deadshot. If the two of them join forces and want to kill the other three people present, they will be foolproof. .
Then at this time, the mastermind behind the scenes asked the ventriloquist to come out to draw cakes, intimidate and lure, those two guys returned to their senses, and they would probably be able to put away their greed soon - this balance is good, but didn't he think Have you ever had sex?
At this time, he noticed that the Cheshire Cat silently walked to their side, forming a horns formation with him, facing Slipknot and the Tattooed Man.
oh! There is also a backup plan.
Had the Cheshire Cat been bribed beforehand?
Damn it, why don't you bribe me?
Deadshot chewed his back molars and didn't reflect at all on his tendency to sit back and raise prices.
The tense atmosphere disappeared, and Deadshot lowered his gun and pointed it at the ventriloquist angrily.
"So, the real boss, don't you want to show his true face?"
Then he saw the ventriloquist nodded and took out five headsets from behind.
Damn, the guy behind the scenes even did this, so angry.
Aha, it has now been changed to contract status!