Chapter 4
Although the old man foul-mouthed, but he finally drove his own broken Pickup, carrying the bodies of a bastard and three bastards, in the late night rain, drove towards Gotham harbor.
It’s not that Cyber doesn’t know how to drive, nor that he can’t handle such small scenes alone. It’s just that the environment in Gotham harbor is too dangerous for an outsider. This kind of weather is the most suitable. Some secret transactions, the old man can't think of the helper he has finally found, just sleeping under the surface of Gotham's unclearly.
Cyber is really good at playing, but now this era is not an era where only playing can solve the problem.
The rainy night in this season is a bit cold, especially when standing on the wharf where the wind is hua hua, Cyber removed three big black pockets from the car and found some from the side Heavy stones, neat and tidy wrapped with iron wire, and then under the gaze of the old man sitting in the car, the three things were pushed into the sea. There was no moon in the rainy night, so this sad thing happened just now. , Except for God and these two people, no one knows.
"Next, kid."
The old man stretched out his hand from the car window and threw a cigar to Cyber, who held it on his mouth. I lit it hard in the rain, and the mellow smoke floated around him, covering his upper body in the smoke of this rainy night.
The mellow smoke wafted in the cold night around Cyber, and in the extinguishing of the cigar, the chaotic thinking once again involuntarily fell into the memory of the past.
The fragmented memory, maybe not because of this silly journey, but because the past life was fragmented, Cyber can vaguely remember, he opened the envelope time and time again, it said all kinds of There are various names in English, Chinese, and some distorted characters.
That was his goal and his life. He used guns, knives, hands, ropes, and traps to make those who shouldn’t survive accept what they deserve The ending, but at that time, he should not be a bad person in the traditional sense.
Because in that memory, there is still a picture of him swearing an oath, and that kind of heavy mission.
He went from one city to another, from one country to another, from a continent to another continent. His life was never controlled by his own Sovereign, and his circle was terrifying and without friendship. , No love, no affection, what is it like? That kind of life...
"Weapon!"
Cyber muttered the word that jumped into his mind, and then he fiercely tossed his soaked hair.
Yes, live like a weapon, without even thinking, focusing on your task, focusing on...killing.
It's like a snake living in the dark, or a bulldog. He just needs to sharpen his fangs. He has adapted to this kind of life, but why did he break this kind of life?
Cyber is enduring more and more severe headaches. This body does not seem to want him to recall too many things, but these are enough.
The last picture that flashed through his mind was of him in pajamas, blocking the scene in front of a child holding a plush doll. It seemed to be a certain city in this country. He should be During a mission, on the street in front of the hotel, bullets moved towards him like light and shadow flew over.
He closed his eyes, he knew he was going to die...
"There is a future life...live for yourself!"
That was probably from his previous life The last sentence, but ironically, if his biological clock did not go wrong, he should have said it 2 hours ago. As a result, the fate is so miraculous. Maybe it was because the previous life killed and saved people, so at the last moment, it was full of Heavenly. God Buddha gave him a chance...
"Cut"
Cyber spouted two smokes from his nostrils with disdain, and then moved towards the sky and gestured his middle finger. He never believed God.
But he thought that sentence was great. He turned around with a half-burning cigar in his mouth, leaning on the cold railing, bowed his head in the heavy rain, feeling that it became more and more The violent raindrops fell, he looked at his hands, watched the rain wet them, and then slowly clenched his fists in the falling raindrops.
"This life, live for yourself!"
"clang 隆"
a flash of lightning across the sky, will dim Gotham harbor in this brief The moment is illuminated, the old man stared at Cyber walking in the heavy rain with his head down, watching the moment when the lightning penetrated the sky, illuminating everything, but Cyber's silhouette was dark as ink in the light.
It looks...Cooooool!
Cyber stayed in the rain for five full minutes before returning to the car in embarrassment.
The old man started the car, looking curiously at Cyber, who was leaning his head on the window, and asked in a low voice, "What were you doing?"
There were a lot of talks. Cyber in this brief moment was very silent, until he re-answered Old Gun Bar and walked into the rattling wooden door, he threw the cigarette butt fiercely outside the door on the rainy night, and then grinned at the old man. He opened his mouth and showed a full smile.
"I'm saying goodbye."
The old man looks at Cyber as he looks at mental disorder, then puts the mop in his hand into the palm of his hand, and points to the bloody footprints. The floor,
"Very well, you are a sentimental villain, so clean it up for me, and then go to sleep. There is food in the refrigerator on the second floor. Remember, tomorrow at nine o'clock... Jie Mi might come for trouble."
The veteran Christian, put his hand around Cyber's neck and strangled it fiercely. This is probably his way of expressing kindness. Then Cyber heard the old man suppressed. An angry voice,
"Teach me a good lesson, let me see if you are truly capable or only bullying those little hooligans."
Cyber's face immediately Turned into a bitter gourd, he looked at the old man, "Well, killing people during the day is not good, right?"
The look in the old man's eyes at this time is really like looking at a mental disorder, he is foul-mouthed Let go of Cyber's neck,
"The way to solve the problem is not just killing people, you lunatic, Jamie may be a little harder to deal with, but his men are just fools who can't get on the table, 3 days! Me! It only takes 3 days! Understand?"
After speaking, the old man yawned and moved towards the second floor and walked up, leaving only an empty small bar, and cleaning in it Cyber, when there was no one, the chat became quiet, he hummed some kind of tune and started to work happily.
He seems to be very careful in doing any work. He even squatted on the ground and wiped vigorously with a rag in order to remove a blood stain. So when he finished cleaning, the pointer of the clock was already pointing. 4:30, the real midnight.
Cyber's body shook a bit. He locked the door, walked up the stairs, took a large red sausage from the refrigerator on the second floor, and chewed on it while going up to the third floor and opened it. The door of the room closest to the window, without looking at the layout of the surroundings, just took off the soaked jacket in the dark, threw it aside, and then fell headlessly on the bed.
Soon, a uniform grunt sounded.
At the same time, in the darkness of this rainy night, in a mansion not far from the pier, two bald heads are getting together to discuss matters. This room is very beautifully furnished and luxurious. But what was placed on the table was a stack of photos and a pistol placed on the photo. There was also an opened bottle of vodka next to it. This kind of high-precision drink, most people stay away from it.
But it is the favorite thing of the Russians.
The shortest bald head picked up the first picture of the photo and looked at it in front of him. It was a woman with brown hair and a gentle smile. Looking at the photo, his bald head was a little hazy A smirk appeared in her drunk eyes,
"tch tch, what a beautiful chick, what is her name?"
"Rachel Dawes, assistant to the local prosecutor "
The other bald head took a sip of vodka, his collar widened, showing strong muscles and lush chest hair, he murmured,
"It’s a tricky one. My little beauty, I don’t like money, and I’m not afraid of threats, and after checking Falcone Boss, Boss asked us to create a little "accident", Boshkin, leave it to you."
The short bald head shook. Click your head, snorted,
"Okay, Gotham's law and order is getting worse and worse. These righteous people may encounter some accidents when they go to work. Those poor beggars on the narrow island who have no food, very Willing to exchange life for money, a bullet is just like the Wayne couple, Hahaha."
Speaking of which, the short bald head named Poshkin threw the photo aside, he watched My Boss, lowered his voice,
"Big brother, Bruce Wayne, who died seven years ago, is back again. I heard that his company plans to buy the entire Gotham harbor. You said he would not Yes... After all, 7 years ago, Falcone Boss asked you to kill Chill outside the court..."
Hearing Boshkin’s question, Jamie stopped the wine bottle in his hand, and he took a deep breath, put the wine bottle on the table, and sneered,
"Then Bruce Young Master should be thankful to me. I helped him kill his father and enemy. Besides, it was Falcone who made me It's...but what you said makes sense."
Jamie closed his eyes and thought for a few minutes, his body straightened from the sofa, and he hooked his finger at Boshkin.
"The old fart guy in Christian doesn't plan to sell his shop yet?"
"Don't worry, big brother, I have sent Bourne and the others to "handle"."
Poshkin licked his lips, "It's just a bad old fogey, but I don't understand, big brother, what do we want that broken bar?"
"What do you know! "
Jamie glared at his younger brother, but he quickly explained, "Wayne Industries has already planned to revitalize Gotham harbor. Once the port is prosperous again, a place to have fun will be indispensable. That old fogey can't do business, let's do it! Find some women, and then get a batch of goods from Falcone Boss. Isn't it more profitable than we fight and kill? Boshkin, our brother, the United States, who came all the way from Siberia, we are not here to sell our lives to anyone! Once Bruce · Wayne and Falcone meet, it's time for us to harvest! "
"Wait, no matter who it is, don't want to take Gotham harbor from me! "