Chapter 3
Cyber finally got his beer and a plate of macaroni, which is not too much. It was an old man’s supper for himself.
The youngster gobbled up food that was not very tasty, and the old man started to wipe his glass again. On the ground behind them, three corpses were lying in different places, and the old man opened it. After the window, the smell of blood in the small bar has already been swept away by the night air.
Actually, people who have never seen bullets penetrate the human body, it is hard to believe that there will be so much blood flowing out of the human body. It is like a red small pond, disgusting, pungent, and full of death. smell.
"Huh... I feel like I am alive! Thank you, old man."
Cyber picked up the tissue on his hand, wiped his mouth, and sipped it Beer, finally smashed the empty glass on the table and let out a cheerful groan.
"One more drink!"
"Nothing, you just killed two people cruelly on my site, just for some change, you are a real villain, you are still wearing The clothes pulled from the dead are like an outright bad kind, look at your eyes, you have no regrets..."
Christian old man’s eyes flashed with disgust Although he said no, he still turned to take a large glass of beer for Cyber, and cursed rudely, "If you drink this glass, you will get rid of me. By the way, I don’t want to dispose of the body before I leave. Let Jamie's crap come to my trouble."
"Jamie?"
Cyber's hand tapped gently on the handle of the cold wine glass, how much is in his voice? With a trace of fatigue, everything that happened before was stuffed into his mind, making him look a little chaotic now, making him desperate to sleep now, he yawned, picked up the wine glass and said casually,
"It's a bad name, it sounds like a gay guy."
"Yes, Jamie, this boss, the Russian gangster, vicious and merciless, is a Ruthless character, among the 10 missing people, at least 7 have something to do with him."
The old man grinned with a malicious smile, "Guess his new Who is the enemy?"
Cyber glanced back at the three corpses, then tilted his head and looked towards the old man, "So these bastards with the disgusting black devil tattooed on their arms are the guy's men. This quality is too bad? Even the old fogey who can blow down the wind can knock them down."
This malicious answer made the old man coldly snorted, and he turned his face no longer. paid attention to smirking Cyber.
"Has anyone told you that when you speak, you are like a real bastard."
"A lot of people have said that..."
Cyber's face buried in the smoke flashed with a complex look, and finally he flicked his fingers, "Forget it, talking to you old fogey is boring, the last few questions, finish asking I just left. It’s fair to pay for solving these troubles for you, isn’t it?"
"Hey! Young man, I did the last trouble!"
The old man knocked on the table very dissatisfied, then took out a cigarette from the Cyber's cigarette case, took a puff, and fiercely extinguished it, "Bah, what a woman smokes, and why do you say They are my trouble? Maybe they are my guests?"
After that, the old man took out a pipe from the counter, just like a MacArthur style corn pipe. After lighting it, A pungent taste refreshed the confused Cyber. He smoothly squeezed out the cigarette butt in his hand, picked up a coin, and said while playing with his fingers,
"At 2 o'clock in the night, three young gangsters with tattoos, armed with weapons, were sitting in a bar with only one old man. The place where business is supposed to be booming is so deserted, so do you want me to continue?"
The old man let out a deep laugh, and the rain outside the window seemed to become heavier, and the crackle beat Looking at the window, the old-fashioned ceiling fan above his head creaked, he took a cigarette, and the red rays of light on the top of the pipe lit up. In the smoke, he spoke,
"A smart man ...There are not many people like Gotham, ask, what do you want to know?"
"Where is this place? What time is it now?"
old man surprised He glanced at Cyber with his head down, and said loudly, "This is Gotham, you should come from another city? This is not a good place, now..."
old The man looked back at the bell hanging on the wall, "2:37 in the evening."
"No, I mean which country is this? What's the date today?...Forget it, Give me a copy of today’s newspaper!"
Before he could finish talking about Cyber's, he saw the newspaper placed in the bar by the old man. Knowledge, English is not difficult for him, but the bold words in the first line that come into view make Cyber brows tightly knit.
"Bruce Wayne is resurrected? The son of Gotham has finally returned after 7 years of disappearance!"
"The Stark Group has been split up. Can Tony, the 22-year-old son of the wealthy and wealthy, take the lead? "
"When the California riots were underway, the Mutant militant group asked Congress to face up to Mutant’s discriminatory situation!"
Below the last piece of news, there was also an oversized color picture. It was a youngster with open arms and flames. By his side, the ordinary person ran away embarrassedly.
Cyber's quickly turned his gaze to the upper right corner of the newspaper, where a black time stayed, as if mocking his hindsight.
"July 13, 2000...this is a really bad day."
Seeing Cyber suddenly fell silent, Christian Old Man didn’t know what to do. The conversation continued, but fortunately a few seconds later, Cyber lifted the head again, looked at the old man, and asked a question that made him laugh.
He pointed to the enlarged and bold news in the newspaper and the handsome youngster with sunglasses on the picture, and asked with some doubts,
"This Wayne industry is local Is it famous? Who is this youngster?"
The old man looked at Cyber like an alien. He took off his pipe and said, "You don't even know this? It looks like Sure enough, which remote country you came from, shouldn’t it be a smuggler?"
"Don’t be kidding, okay?"
Cyber's rolled his eyes and saw that he Now the mood is really not so good, the old man pondered for a moment, and then he said happily,
"The youngster is Bruce Wayne, the successor of the Wayne industry, and the Wayne industry is the largest consortium in Gotham, more than One-tenth of Gotham people depend on it for food. No one in Gotham doesn't know him. He disappeared 7 years ago. We all thought he was dead, but didn't expect him to come back again. It was an authentic playboy, social The celebrity, I hosted several banquets just after I came back, a youngster who is very energetic and generous...Well, how do you say? He is about to be my boss too!"
"en? "
Cyber's eyes flickered, and I heard the old man continue to organize the glasses while saying,
"Jamie the bitch thought I would stand firm to the end. To become a victim of his display of power? No, no, no, I’m not stupid enough yet, this bar is very valuable! I always know, so I have to find a decent successor for my Old Partner, Bruce Wayne Pretty good, isn't it? His company is about to go public. They want to start to restore the business of Gotham harbor. They need a vigorous port. If they want to be vigorous, there is always a place for recreation."
Speaking, the old man proudly put his pipe on his mouth again, and talked to a stranger who had only met for less than an hour.
"Jamie would never think of it. He thought that only an old fogey was standing in front of him, but after 3 days, he would know how outrageous he was. The richest playboy in Gotham is right. Those great characters only need to move their fingers, and the gang he is proud of will disappear, so that he can know that he is just a stray dog in the garbage!"
"Fur..."
The old man, who was talking more and more excited, leaned on the chair, reached out and unbuttoned his second button, revealing the corner of the tattoo on his chest. "I'm old and can't hold a gun, but not any wild dog can grab a piece of meat from me! Everyone thinks I will lose and I will die, but they don't know if I am going to stand firm for 1 month. For what, I’m not the one who was beaten and didn’t fight back!"
When I heard the old man spit out the second puff, Cyber's finger tapped on the bar counter, he lifts the head and looked at the same Staring at his old man,
"You don’t have to talk so much to an unknown stranger, so let’s be frank, what do you need me to do? And what can I get? Look at For the sake of this glass of wine, I think we can work together again like just now."
"Hahaha, you villain who makes dead money!"
The old man leaned down. , With his left hand on the table, "Fortunately, when I was young, but I am old, they have to deal with me is just a bullet thing, you’re right, Jamie’s patience has come to an end, tonight If it weren’t for you, I’m probably the one who fell on the ground. One of my recent buddies stole me 500 dollars and ran away. So for the last 3 days and the days when the contract was transferred, I needed someone who could be vicious and merciless. The new helper is standing with me, as for what you can get...let me think about it."
Christian old man tapped his forehead with his finger,
" 10,000 US dollars, plus one that allows you to integrate into Gotham's identity. You have to know that although this ghost place is very poor, although gangs are rampant, although everyday all will kill more than a dozen people, although it is rotten, it is still orderly , At least superficially orderly, an identity can save you a lot of trouble, especially for a completely black household like you."
"Oh, it sounds like a good place."
Cyber didn't murmur a word, his fingers were beating on the somewhat shabby bar, and finally he stretched out a finger and shook it in front of his eyes,
"An identity, plus 5 Ten thousand dollars, I can guarantee that even a fly will not approach you, you know, old man, your life Very valuable, isn't it? And people who can hit are everywhere, but "vicious and merciless" like me is hard to find. "
"Hahahahaha, you really are an out-and-out bad species! "
The old man stood up, took out a bunch of keys from the bar and threw it to Cyber, then said meaningfully, "Gotham will be heaven for you... Now, give me those Dispose of the unappetizing corpse! Then go to sleep on the 3rd floor and start work at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning! And I hope you can really be a smart person, Cyber, at least before Jamie is killed, we are a group, remember this. "
Cyber took the key and scratched his head.
"Is there any rope?" Boss, and how do you deal with these things in general? My previous habit was to tie up stones and throw them into the sea, death ends all one's troubles, relaxed and happy. "
"...Oh, that's a coincidence, and so are we! "