Chapter 258 The gang’s counterattack
In the dormitory.
Abraham knocked on the door and left quietly, and the person he brought was Bruce Wayne.
The top rich man in Gotham is dressed like a successful man at the moment. The well-made suit fits his body perfectly, making him look very elegant.
In comparison, Clark, who was wearing casual clothes, was much inferior.
"Look who this is, Mr. Batman would take time out of his busy schedule to come see a few of our students. It's such an honor."
Jack came over with his shirtless body, and the pungent smell of active oil made Bruce Wayne frown.
However, after seeing this, Jack not only did not retreat, but took a few steps forward, "This is our territory, even if you are the richest man in Gotham. So, it is best not to do something that can easily be misunderstood!"
"Kid, don't be so nervous."
Bruce Wayne smiled and said, "I came with good intentions. Maybe we can have a good talk."
Jack was stunned and turned to look at Amber.
"What do you want to say?"
Amber motioned him to step back with her eyes, and then spoke.
"Something about the gang."
Bruce Wayne looked around and finally moved the stool in the corner, "They are indeed criminals, but that doesn't mean they have to die. Everyone has a chance to repent, right?"
"Your words are too thin, Bruce."
Amber looked at him with a half-smile, "What is a chance to repent? Why do you think we went to fight against the gangs?
Make this city a better place? No, no, no, you are wrong, we are simply eliminating evil. As for what will happen next, let time verify it. "
"No, you are not above the law!"
The smile on Bruce Wayne's face disappeared and his expression became serious, "Gotham's order is greater than anything else!"
"Ha ha ha ha."
Amber laughed, "As you say, aren't you a violator of order? Why do you have the nerve to teach us?
Okay, Bruce, we're not three-year-olds and we know what we're doing. You have three options, either join or just watch from the sidelines. As for the last option, I don’t think I need to say it. You know what I want to express.
Please think carefully before answering. "
"I'll keep an eye on you."
Bruce Wayne took a deep breath.
"Please."
Amber spread her hands and said, "Jack, send our richest man out."
"Hey, it's time for you to go!"
Jack immediately ran over and opened the door, "Bat monsters are not welcome here!"
Bruce Wayne glared at him, then stared at Clark one last time, and then walked out slowly.
He came here this time, firstly to try to see if he could persuade them with his words, and secondly because he wanted to observe the three of them up close.
Among them, Jack is the easiest to see, he is just an ordinary rebellious kid.
Clark is more complex, but within the range of predicting behavior.
The real headache for Bruce Wayne is Amber.
This one who seems to be the youngest among the three is actually the one who can really make the decision.
He felt even more difficult than those old foxes in the gang. His words were not only watertight, but also soft yet hard, making it impossible for anyone to refute.
Maybe the Bat Armor should be updated as soon as possible...
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In Falcone's mansion, in addition to Carmine Falcone, there are also Sal Maroney from the Maroney family, Johnny Sabatino from the Sabatino family, and Mickey from the Sullivan family Sullivan, and some small families with relatively small territories but good fighting capabilities.
The room was filled with smoke, and the atmosphere was even more depressing than the sky outside, which was always filled with dark clouds.
This is already the second meeting. Compared with the previous confidence, everyone was stunned by the facts at this moment.
Just last night, they dispatched an elite team of 300 people, equipped with various heavy firepower firearms, but they still failed to stop the three madmen. Instead, they themselves were slaughtered.
Carmine and several family leaders watched the entire process, and the firearms they had high hopes for could not penetrate the monster's body.
"I suddenly miss Batman. At least he can't kill people."
Salmaroni was a fat, middle-aged man from Italy like Carmine.
These remarks aroused the echo of many people.
"We should find a way to contact Batman, we can't let those three guys continue to kill like this."
"Shit, more than twenty people in my gang have sneaked away in the past two days!"
"Contact Batman!"
Everyone started to come up with random ideas, and Carmine's face turned dark after hearing this.
"Shut up!"
His deep voice was like the roar of a lion, instantly silencing the room.
"Contact Batman? Let him see our jokes?! Since those three people are freaks, it's up to the freaks to deal with it.
But this money cannot be paid by the Falcone family alone. Tomorrow, we will contact all the gangs in Gotham and ask them to pay together! "
"This is no problem, but can it really be solved?"
Johnny Sabatino had doubts on his face, "If this is not resolved and those three lunatics are completely angered, we may have to leave Gotham."
"When did the Sabatino family turn into mice?"
Carmine's words were very rude, and Johnny Sabatino looked depressed when he heard them, but he didn't dare to vent them.
"I have already made contact. It will cost a total of 30 million to ask those guys to take action. I will provide one-third of the money alone, and you will handle the rest by yourself."
Carmine said word by word: "At this time, I don't want everyone to still hold on to the things they had before. Do you understand?"
"You are the leader, you have the final say."
Salmaroni was the first to respond, and the others naturally did not dare to raise any objections.
Fortunately, it's only 20 million, so it's enough for everyone to just pool it together.
Two days later.
As a helicopter landed on the tarmac of Falcone's house, a group of gang leaders also saw the mercenaries they had paid heavily to hire.
There were three of them.
The most eye-catching one is a muscular man wearing a mask, more than two meters tall, with arms as big as an adult's body. Every step he takes is like a heavy tank moving forward.
The other two were a man wearing full body armor and hung with weapons, and a woman in green clothes and red hair.
"These three are Bane the Brokenback, Deathstroke the mercenary, and Miss Poison Ivy."
Carmine's words made others nod.
Just by looking at his appearance, he could indeed be equated with a freak, but I don’t know what his strength is.
Of course, no one asked at this time.
"You are Carmine, right?"
Bane's voice was even lower and hoarse than Batman's, sounding like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, "Why did you invite someone else when you invited me?"
"Please forgive me. It's not that I don't believe you, but the goal this time is a bit special."
Carmine changed the topic lightly, "But whoever contributes the most this time, in addition to the promised money, I can also give another reward."