Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Gotham harbor at night is always like this, quiet, silent, and unspeakable depression.

Day is the day for the winners, and the night is the night for the mice. Order and chaos have never been so obvious in the same place. If you are an old resident of Gotham, then you should be early Just know a rule: Don't run around at night.

You will lose not only your wallet, your first time, maybe you will lose your life.

This has never been a good place to live and work, but desperate people flock here... Wait, I mean desperate, literally.

"oh la la, oh la la"

Slightly dirty sea water beats the coast, adding a special feeling to the deep night, a fish cautiously I was wagging my tail, I wanted to cross the surface of the sea to breathe the air. The weather tonight was terrible, probably it was going to rain.

Suddenly.

"pu Tong"

The heavy object falling from the sky slammed into the water, and the splashing water scared the poor fish towards the seabed, and the heavy object was smashing into it. At the moment when the sea surfaced, the cold water flowed into his nostrils, ears, and mouth, making him wake up from the terrible chaos at the next moment.

"cough cough...hell, where is this?"

The man in pajamas struggled to maintain balance on the sea, trying hard to keep himself from sinking into the water. But the still muddy brain couldn't complete this action. In the end, he could only observe all around while swimming towards the black shore and rowed over.

In this not-so-warm weather, I soaked in the cold sea for 10 minutes, coupled with the light and soaked pajamas, when he got ashore, the exhausted man moved towards the beach When I lie down, I don't want to get up again.

He gasping for breath looked at the sky without a trace of starlight above his head, and then reached out and touched his chest. That's right, there are three charred bullet holes in the pajamas, but what about the blood? Where's the wound?

The heart that should have been broken was still beating powerfully, and his thoughts became chaotic. In the end, he gave up thinking. Since these things he never believed before have appeared... Then Accept it.

"Hahaha"

The man who fell from the sky laughed twice, then moved towards the sky, gestured his middle finger, got up from the beach, and smoothly drenched the piece with blood, cloth The pajamas full of bullet marks were thrown into the sea, naked, and the moved towards the port by step moved towards the light that was still lit in the distance.

After bidding farewell to the past, he walked tired, um...maybe he was lucky to escape the dead.

The "Old Gun" bar, the most lively place in the Gotham harbor area 3 years ago, has no one to care about after 3 years. Of course, it is not because of Christian old man’s deteriorating craftsmanship, but because of his personality. The stubborn old man refused to take charge of the "friendship" of the Russian gangsters in this area.

As a veteran, the old man does not allow those messy things to happen on his site. This persistence once won him a lot of praise, but now, it gets him into trouble. Not all dockers will be there. Jamie insisted on coming to the old man to drink under the personal threat of his dog legs.

After all, it's just a glass of wine. There is no need to risk a mortal danger to drink, right?

The old man has been holding on for 1 month, no one knows how long he can hold on, but according to Jamie’s character and his rules, if the old man continues to be tough, some bad things may be Is going to happen.

At 2 o’clock midnight, a heavy rain fell, crackle hit the window, white hair, wearing a worn leather jacket, Christian stood behind some shabby bar, wiping wine glasses, these things He shouldn't have done it, but three days ago, after the last guy also took the $500 in the old man counter and left without saying goodbye, he had to come by himself.

Three youngsters in fancy dresses are sitting in the corner gambling money, the most crude dice game, you can’t expect these guys who have dropped out of school to play tall blackjack, they are not customers, they just Sent by Jamie to harass the old man's dog legs.

This is just a small bar, no music, no singers, no messy decorations, full of a retro taste, and on the night of rainstorm, probably no one will come here, so old man Prepare to close the door in 10 minutes, and maybe use your old spring field to drive away these little bastard.

At this moment, "Ding Dong"

The door of the bar was pushed open, and the old man and the gangsters lifted the head at the same time, and then they saw a strangely dressed up The guy came in. He was a yellow guy. He wore a dirty black sweater on his upper body. It looked like he picked it up from a garbage dump. He just wore a pair of pajamas and bare feet on his lower body. He looked like Is a downright tramp.

The old man instinctively wanted to kick him out, however, the man raised his head, first glanced at the whole bar, and did not look at the old man, but instead focused on it. On the other side of the three gangsters who had already started playing dice again, he grinned at the corner of his mouth and strode over.

The old man silently restarted wiping the glass, placing his other hand on the wooden handle of the old spring field under the counter. He knew that smile...that shouldn’t be on the tramp. His expression, but why bother to say it bad, anyway, it's Jamie's mischievous doglegs.

While Christian old man changed into a lively look, this dirty man also got into dealing with the bells and whistles.

"Hi, guys, can I join you?"

This guy rubbed his hands and showed a very interested expression. He speaks very fluent English. A hint of Californian accent, this should be a good rhythm to greet, but his dirty appearance and unpleasant taste gave him a serious drop, and the little bastard with his head dyed green glanced at him. He glanced, and without looking back, turned his attention to the dice in his hand again, and gave him a cold voice,

"get lost!"

The man Not annoyed, but continued to laugh at hehe and said, "Don't be like this, guys, give me a chance, my dice-shaking technique is great!"

The green-haired bastard was disturbed Twice, he was already a little impatient, but when he clenched his fist, the tall and thin youngster who was sitting across from him, whose hair was dyed ash-gray, stopped his comrade, and then with a hint of ridicule. With a tone, looking at this man who turned up without being invited,

"Want to join? Yes...but what do you use as a bargaining chip? You don’t even have a penny on you? So you still roll back Pick up hamburgers in the trash, that’s where you should stay, Hahaha"

After that, the three gangsters laughed at the same time, but the youngster was just shrugged, and he opened the chair and sat down. Go up, put your hands on the table naturally, and say solemnly,

"Look, I am a healthy adult. I have two hands, a pair of legs, and..."

"Hey, bastards, we are not interested in men!"

The last little bastard with red hair felt insulted. He slapped him on the table with a very impatient slap. The beer on hand shook the table all over, "Especially you! Get out of here!"

Under the glare of the three people, the homeless man spread his hands unhurriedly and said After the second half of my sentence,

"Well...I mean, I have a life. I use this thing to bet with you, is it fair?"

This After the sentence was spoken, the whole bar fell silent. The three little gangsters were speechless, but they weren't scared or shocked. Their first reaction was, this guy is a lunatic, right?

Then the second reaction was to be lucky!

It’s not easy to discuss life under the boss of Jamie. He often arranges some not so important gang members to do some very "dangerous" things. For these three guys, it is very unfortunate. Yes, they belong to the kind of Outer Member that is not very important, otherwise they would not be arranged to threaten an unarmed old fogey at this time.

Unfortunately, after 3 days, there was a very "dangerous" transaction... Then at this time, a lunatic who seemed to care nothing about his own life was sent to the door. Is this a better thing?

The three exchanged their eyes, and finally the guy with the silver-gray hair spoke. He tried to make his expression more fierce. He seemed to be imitating Big Jamie, and he lowered his voice.

"Do you know what you mean by this sentence?"

"Hmm."

The dirty youngster shrugged, obviously, he knows.

"Do you know the fate of failing to keep your promise? Just last month, a guy who lied to us was thrown into Gotham harbor. Now the body has not been found, do you understand what I mean? "

"Okay, no need to say more, give me a set of dice, I lose, I will naturally do what you say."

Youngster leaned on the chair at will , Pointing to his disgusting sweater and said, "Look at my current state, do you think I will still be afraid of death?"

"Okay! Cole, give him a pair Dice!"

The green-haired youngster placed a pair of dice in front of the youngster. He reached out and picked up the dice and looked at it, then lifts the head, moved towards the three little gangsters and opened a splendid one. Smile,

"Oh, yes, forgot to say, what is my name... Forget it, call me Cyber, Cyber, um...Cyber? Hawk."

"No one wants to know what your name is, let's get started, trash guy."

Cole mocked mercilessly, and then began to shake the dice in his hand. The other two people also started to shake them. They play the simplest kind, with 3 dice and the smallest number of points. They can play as simple as a 3-year-old child, but judging from the scattered bills and coins around them, these three guys It's pretty big to play.

Cyber ​​likes this kind of occasion, likes this kind of opponent, three dumbfounded, the most important thing is what he needs most now, these three guys have on hand, and it’s rainy night outside. There was also thunder, and the only witness was an old man who had been paying attention here.

"Fate is looking after me!"

Cyber ​​came out with an endless sentence, and then reached out and took the dice in front of him together with the outer wooden box, and went to It smashed on the table, and then, without waiting for other people's reaction, the first one opened the obscured box.

"18 o'clock! Look, I said that, fate is taking care of me!"

The three gangsters were dumbfounded, exchanged glances with each other, and then put three banknotes I put it at Cyber, started shaking again, and the second round started.

"Oh, it's 18 o'clock again, so lucky!"

The third game, "Look, it's 18 o'clock again, I really walked the lucky dog ​​excrement, right? ?"

The fourth game, "tch tch, I don’t know what to say."

"peng!"

Cole's double punches After hitting the table, he felt that he was humiliated again. Angrily, Cole's left hand was wiped on his belt, and then fiercely struck the table, a sharp dagger was pierced by Cyber, black. The handle was still trembling slightly, and Cole stared at Cyber ​​fiercely like an irritated bull, yelling,

"You are a damn! Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

"Hey, calm down, man!"

Cyber ​​didn’t even look at the dagger at hand, but slowly picked up the banknotes in front of him and folded them together, casually. Said, "Your knife that has never seen blood can hurt anyone. It's like this at the gaming table. If you lose, you win. Instead of shouting at me, you might as well sit down and play a few more. , Isn’t it?"

At this point, even a blind can see that the Cyber ​​is abnormal. Normal people don’t respond to the dagger next to them, but they are Jamie’s doglegs anyway. The self-protection thing is naturally not just a dagger, so when Cyber ​​lifts the head, a metal hole glowing with silver touches his head.

That is...a gun.