civilwarnovels Chapter 2327 Gotham Music Chapter (66)
Chapter 2327 Gotham Music Chapter (66)
Chapter 2327 Gotham Music Festival (Sixty-six)
When the two cars were driving side by side, Peter saw a man in yellow and black armor sitting in the driver's seat opposite. He had some impression of him, as if he was Deadpool's cousin or someone.
Peter greeted the person on the other end, and unexpectedly, the person on the other end actually responded to him, but the tone sounded a little helpless.
"Good evening, Spider-boy, tell your companions to stop sending me messages, I don't need so many greetings!"
The other person's voice sounded much older than Deadpool's. It seemed that there was a big age gap between them. Just as Peter was about to ask, Deadpool let out a scream.
"No! Cousin! I need to keep my arms and legs intact so that Disney can make a figurine of me! I didn't mean to give out your contact information!"
Peter opened the Spider APP and found that the group had already discussed it. In fact, Deadpool relied on his good relationship with Spider-Man and went to the Spider APP forum to hang out. That day, he posted a photo with Deathstroke and captioned it "A journey with my cousin to kill many dogs and blow up their heads with blood flying everywhere."
There was a business card of Deathstroke on the counter of the bar behind them. Deadpool forgot to blur it, so a bunch of Spider-Men deciphered Deathstroke's contact information.
The Spider-Men didn't know what Deathstroke did, they only heard that he was Wade's cousin, so they kept sending greeting text messages to Deathstroke.
You can say they have something serious to do, but in fact they don't. Most of the text messages are like "Wade's cousin, good morning, I'm Spider-Man, Wade's best friend, come and visit some other day!"
It just so happened that this group of Spider-Men were often caught by Nick and worked in the Fighting Realm, and they could send cross-universe emails. For a while, Deathstroke's mailbox was filled with spam emails, and he couldn't even receive emails from real orders.
Deathstroke had intended to launch an information counterattack, but all of the tens of thousands of emails he sent back using a virtual mailbox were replied to, causing the person who rented the server to block him overnight.
Deathstroke felt that he needed to teach these talkative guys a lesson offline and let them know that there is a price to pay for talking too much.
Deathstroke turned the steering wheel and the car did a tailspin. The Flash screamed, the car body shook violently from side to side, and Peter's head hit the glass next to him.
"Oh!"
The two of them slowly calmed down. Peter showed a bitter face and said, "It's not me who provoked him..."
"Deathstroke is really vindictive." Flash said, "Robin in our universe was tormented by him. Batman even warned them not to mess with Deathstroke."
Peter covered his forehead and said, "I can't control the other Spider-Men. They are on their own."
The Flash sped up again and soon found that there were many cars behind him. The people sitting in them were all strange, and they all seemed to have come from the fork in the bridge just now. So he turned his head and looked over there. He saw an isolated island standing on the sea, with tall buildings and bright lights on it. From time to time, planes took off and landed, and there were many helicopters hovering.
"What's that place over there?" The Flash muttered to himself. He didn't point at Peter to answer, after all, Peter wasn't a local either. Unexpectedly, Peter knew the answer. He said, "Bruce said that's the 'Black Island', a special entertainment center built in recent years."
"Special? What's special about it?"
"It's a lawless area, or you could say it's the high seas. The world's top killers, gangsters, brokers, and other people who walk on the edge of the law gather there. It's their base, their order receiving place, their intelligence distribution center, and their money-spending den."
The Flash clicked his tongue and said with some emotion: "Since they are so close to Gotham, aren't you afraid that Batman will come over and wipe them out?"
Peter looked embarrassed.
The Flash looked at him with some confusion.
"It seems like Batman built this island."
The Flash's eyes widened, and he asked in confusion: "Batman built it? ! ! Why did he build such a place???"
"Probably to make money." Peter turned his head and said, "At first I thought the same as you, but soon he convinced me - unless you can eliminate all the rich people, there must be mercenaries and assassins in this world."
"Most top killers are very rich. Instead of letting their money flow to other places to continue to breed crime, it is better to give it to Batman to do charity and save people. At least even if there is only one selfless person left in the world, we all think that this person will be Batman, right?"
The Flash was speechless.
He waved his hand and said, "Don't repeat anything the Batman of this universe says anymore. I feel like my brain is polluted."
Then he thought for a moment and added, "This is too... I mean... um... too weird. No, he actually made money from assassins and used it for charity! He actually made money from assassins! And used it for charity!... He is worthy of being Batman."
"You should say it's Wayne."
“Who else could be the richest man in the world if not him?”
"Who says it isn't?"
The white can flew over the black island.
When he was testing the new armor, he had actually seen the island, but his attention was attracted by the mysterious ship. Now, looking back, he wanted to go to the island to find out what was going on.
It can be seen that most of the buildings on this island were built recently, adhering to the usual light pollution style of Gotham's new buildings, with neon lights and glass curtain walls everywhere. The tallest building has a huge Wayne logo printed on it.
Bai Guan stopped in front of the bridge and walked onto the island, but no one objected to the iron armor he was wearing, because most people here were dressed in strange clothes.
Gotham's color was very dark, which made the neon lights shine even brighter. A light rain in the evening left the streets full of water stains, reflecting the illusory street scene. For a moment, it was unclear which was the sky and which was the water.
Walking into a narrow street, there were drones flying overhead and a large bar sign that was still changing colors. Bai Can pushed open the door and the camera turned towards him.
Bai Guan sneered and snapped his fingers at the camera, and the light went out instantly.
He walked to the bar and looked around calmly. There was a drunk man by the window, but judging from his figure, he was well-trained. The scar on his arm should have been left by a bullet, so he must have had a glorious past.
The two men playing billiards were also good players, and they looked like they had often fought in desert terrain. The bartender who was watching boredly next to them was not the pretty boy commonly seen in bars. Bai Can estimated that he should be stronger than himself.
It seems to be a tough bar. Bai Can snapped his fingers at the bartender who was wiping the wine glasses in the back. The bartender shook his head at him. Bai Can saw a screen next to him with a menu on it.
The moment Bai Guan's eyes focused on the menu, he took a breath. Is this unit in US dollars? Is it really not Hong Kong dollars?
When White Can saw that a basic martini cost $300, it knew this was a completely shady shop.
But now that he was here, wearing such flashy armor, he fled when he saw the menu. If this got out, he would lose face. He still wanted to travel in this universe for a while, and he couldn't bear the reputation of a coward.
A $600 Negroni came straight from the white can, and he repeated it in his mind, a $600 Negroni, 1996, Gotham East Coast.
If a bar sells 10 drinks a day, it can make a net profit of $5800. In 1996, $5800 was enough to make a fortune. How could they sell the desperate virus?
After finishing the glass of wine with something on his mind, Bai Can walked out of the bar. The alcohol had far less impact on him than the price. He wandered into a narrower alley nearby and saw a flashy woman soliciting customers upstairs.
You know what this is about without even looking, but prostitution here doesn't seem to be a legal business. The woman seems to be very concerned about the cameras and has been paying attention to whether there are any patrolling drones around.
No Stark would go to solicit prostitution, after all, there were not enough cover models to go around. But in order to thoroughly investigate the prices here, Bai Guan still made a price gesture.
As a result, the woman first made a ten and then made a gesture of money. Bai Guan was really about to curse. How dare someone doing the flesh trade in such a place ask for 1000 US dollars? Let me repeat, 1996 US dollars in 1000.
Bai Guan still didn't believe it, so he walked out of the alley and found a bigger bar. To be precise, it might be the largest bar on the island. It was an independent building with three floors on the central street and was brightly lit.
The Negroni here is $1000.
Bai Can, who was sitting at the bar, had already begun to think whether the universe had already experienced a large-scale economic crisis. But if the US dollar had already inflated to this extent, it would not be scientific if the Third World War had not started now.
When seeing the bottle of ordinary Scotch whisky that cost as much as 6 US dollars, Bai Can began to think about the possibility that a huge planet full of gold hit the earth, but coincidentally did not affect the rotation of the earth, and brought at least a hundred times the gold reserves to the earth.
What’s even more outrageous is that there are actually people who buy it.
Bai Guan looked around and found that there was no weak person around. Most of them were wearing various kinds of armor and masks. Judging from their weapons, they were not just for show.
He listened carefully and found that the guy sitting next to him who had just opened a bottle of wine worth 3 US dollars was saying: "Don't you think the FBI is weird? Killing two ordinary people and sending the mission to us. I almost thought all their agents were killed."
"Don't fucking say it. When I saw that informant, I thought I was seeing things. That guy almost had me written all over his face."
"The price they offered is not low, so there is definitely something fishy going on. Is there anyone who wants to take this order?"
"I haven't heard of it, but many people want to go and see the excitement. After all, it's a bounty. If it's easy to do, wouldn't it be a good opportunity?"
From these words, Bai Guan deduced that these people should be killers and mercenaries. No wonder it was easy for this group of people to make money, but they didn't know when they would die, so they spent money lavishly. It would be too easy to cheat this group of people out of their money.
It sounds like they take orders here, and the drinks are expensive, which probably covers the entrance fee, in order to screen the customers.
But Bai Guan still couldn't help but wonder, which genius came up with the idea of building an order-taking platform to gather a group of killers here to plunder?
Bei Bat, who had just returned to his office, breathed a sigh of relief. After asking his assistant to hire a complete team of nannies to take care of Aisha, he opened his email and received a reply from Schiller.
Browsing the specific details, Bei Bat's eyes gradually widened. After looking at it for a full half hour, Bei Bat closed the computer with a snap.
Unable to watch any longer, Bei Bat felt that a devil called greed was gradually tightening its grip on his heart.
Greed is still at work!
(End of this chapter)