Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 285 Making money is the most important thing

Riding a small bicycle for a long time, Lynn ran around the city casually, not knowing what to do.

The little cat didn't know why it wasn't by Lynn's side, or where it went.

After turning around for a long time, Lin En stopped the car, stood far away from the door of a bar, looked at the name of the bar, and said to himself: "This is it? Why did the news sell to the bar? Big Hiding in the city, what a great idea!"

When Lin En was talking to himself, there was already a group of guys riding large-displacement modified motorcycles, all in leather clothes and leather pants, and they had to be bareheaded and not wearing hats in cold weather. They parked the car and walked into the this bar.

This is normal and nothing surprising.

After that, a man took a piece of paper, looked at the words on the note and the name of the bar for a long time, stood at the door of the bar, looked left and right, and then entered the bar.

The same thing happened many times over the course of an hour or so.

Lynn didn't move, he still stood at the corner of the street, leaning against the wall, watching silently.

There were people coming and going at the entrance of the bar, but none of those people who were obviously not customers but came straight here came out from the main entrance.

When he saw this, Lynn knew that he had found the right place.

So, he took out some kitty cosmetics and gestured for himself, changed his hairstyle with hairspray, and put on a beard. Lynn slumped his shoulders, rubbed his hands, and walked to the bar with a large empty leather bag under his arm. .

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"Monroe, tell me, we can go to work there anytime. Seriously, my ears are a bit bad now, and my eyes may also have some problems."

"Don't look at me when you say something like this. Do you think the guy on the second floor is with us? They're not from our side, they will inform~"

The man named Monroe glanced at the door, exchanged glances with the guard, the other party shook his head slightly, Monroe withdrew his gaze, and said to the people around him: "There are too many people in this place, we have competition, and those above also have competition. , and, you also know that in this business, who doesn't have many faces, don't think that you are friends with those people who have had a drink once and talked to them a few times."

Monroe curled his lips in disdain: "Maybe I got information from you~"

"Hey... When can we people really cooperate?"

At the inner door of the bar, in addition to the doorman standing at the door and the muscular man who was obviously watching the scene, there were a few people leaning against the wall and sitting on chairs at the position against the wall.

They obviously don't match the atmosphere of the whole bar. Usually they only stare at the direction of the door, but they don't participate in the work and operation of the bar. They are neither guests nor employees. It seems that they are completely stripped of the whole In the environment, only when a certain person occasionally comes in the door, and the same person does not seem to be drinking and having fun, but more like looking for something, one of them will step forward and talk to him in a low voice. Say something, and then the two of them walk up to the second floor from the side passage, and then disappear here. After a while, only one of the two people who went up before will come down, continue to sit at the door, continue to wait, and repeat .

These people are all sporadic informants and industry insiders raised by intelligence brokers.

And the reason why I chose to do this kind of thing in a place like a bar... It feels like a quiet environment is needed, the main reason is actually to seek shelter.

After all, this is Gotham.

This is such a chaotic city where it is possible to participate in a certain criminal incident for no reason at any time and anywhere, and accidentally offend certain criminal gangs.

The criminals in Gotham can never be killed, just like the expansion of Arkham is always in progress, once a building is built, it will be filled with all kinds of criminals suffering from mental illness and needing treatment, and then continue Construction of a new inpatient building.

Batman continues to fight crime, but in the end, some people are driven away and another group comes in.

That's it.

Under such circumstances, when doing business, especially intelligence business, safety is always the first element, and there is only one life. This is something every intelligence broker keeps in mind.

Therefore, instead of being cautious and trying to avoid the bosses in Gotham's underground world, it is better to simply choose one to join and be protected by them.

No matter how hidden the trading place is, it will always be discovered. They simply go directly to the boss's site to do business, and pay a certain share each time. Information, by the way, pay attention to some news that is not good for your boss, and make money at both ends.

This is a win-win result, and everyone is very satisfied.

……

"Hi, you, hello."

Another person walked in from the door of the bar who was obviously not here to play. He seemed very... unfamiliar, scared, and nervous.Standing at the door, he didn't dare to go further inside, his arms tightly clamped a big old leather bag, and he hesitated, as if he might run away at any time.

The guard at the bar slightly raised his lower eyelids, looking very impatient.

Of course he knew what this guy in front of him was here for, this kind of person could see through it at a glance.

Of course, they dare not object to their boss's additional business in new areas, but after the start of such cooperation, their workload has increased a lot, but the money they have received has not increased, so of course they are not happy Woke up.

"Monroe!"

The guard at the door took a look and didn't bother to bother him anymore, he just tilted his head and yelled a little louder.

Soon, Monroe, who was wearing a denim suit and chewing gum, came over, exchanged glances with the guard at the door who called his name, and walked up to the man with the bag.

He looked him up and down, and focused his attention on the leather bag. His eyes were undisguised, and his mouth was not so much concealed: "What are you here for? Are you buying information? Is there an introducer?"

The bearded man with the bag between his arms seemed to be stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, he froze again. He looked at the guard beside him. At the same time, he tightened the bag under his arm and protected it with his other hand. .

"Ah."

Monroe smiled, then gestured to the guard with his eyes, pulled away the lanyard that blocked people across the door, and put the bearded man inside.

"Come on, come with me."

Monroe let go, turned around and walked slowly to the side.

The bearded man seemed to be still hesitant, but it seemed that Monroe didn't intend to call out to him at all, but just walked forward on his own, gritted his teeth, took a few steps quickly, and followed.

……

"Don't worry, although there is no law here, it is really a place that obeys the rules.

No one will touch your bag. "

Monroe walked to the side passage, stopped at the entrance of an elevator hidden at the end of the passage, leaned against the wall and asked, "If you are here to buy information, tell me who your introducer is, how did you know?" In this place, besides..."

He looked casually at the old leather bag of the bearded man again: "Although there is no need for this, let me tell you, it's not a warning, it's an advice."

He turned back and pointed behind him: "Enter this elevator, when you get to the top, someone will search you, and you have to go through a security gate.

Behind you, there are another 6...well, not too kind guards, if you are here to make trouble, I advise you to think about it, if you don't want to enter this elevator, go to the bar now to ask for a glass of wine, and leave here after drinking ,still have a chance. "

The bearded man froze again, but his eyes looked up the elevator uncontrollably.

"I, I was introduced by Christopher Nolan, I'm here to buy information, I'm not here to make trouble, really!"

Christopher Nolan... Who is this person? Is there such a person on our side?
Monroe thought for a long time but never remembered that he knew such a number one person.He looked at the door, and then looked up to the direction of the roof.

"Ah."

Monroe figured it out, it must be the business of those colleagues, but it is no longer their business.

"alright."

Monroe nodded: "Come with me."

Walking to the elevator and pressing the up button, Monroe said without looking back, "Since you have an introducer, I think you must know the rules.

Cash is the best, followed by bearer promissory notes from various places, and then all kinds of gold, silver and jewelry. No transfers are accepted.

In the end, after entering this elevator and reaching the top, it will cost money to buy or not.get it. "

Hey~
The elevator door opened, and Monroe walked into the elevator first, stood on the right side, and looked at the bearded man outside the door.

"understand!"

The bearded man tightened his bag a little more, and strode into the elevator.

Silently, the elevator door closed and went up.

……

There is no floor display, and there will be no people coming in at the middle of the stop. The elevator has been slowly rising, and it stops when it is about the fourth or fifth floor.

The door opened, and Monroe walked out directly.

"No... isn't it the second floor? I heard it's the second floor..."

"Ah."

Monroe smiled disdainfully, and it seemed that some of his peers were indeed coming for business.

"That's just a saying, okay, you are buying information, we are selling information.

Come on, come here. "

The bearded man walked out of the elevator. It didn't look very spacious here. There were only aisles on the left and right, and a few big men sitting in the middle. No.

The view is wide and unobstructed, and nothing can be hidden.

The bearded man walked up to Monroe with his bag between his hands.

A big man stood up, holding a security metal detector in his hand, and scanned the bearded man.

Drop drop drop drop...

The sound came together.

"what's the situation!"

Monroe stepped back hastily, and the guard next to him even pulled out his gun.

"Key! It's my key!"

The bearded man hastily explained, while slowly reaching into his pockets, he took out a large number of keys from four different pockets.

"you……!"

Monroe stepped forward and pointed at the big beard, and it could be seen from the shape of his mouth that what he was going to say was not a polite word.

"I'm in charge of the morgue, so I have a lot of keys with me, so it's reasonable... right?"

"..."

Monroe didn't speak, just looked at the people around him, gestured with the detector for a while, and then became quiet.

He nodded to Monroe, and the other gunman put away his gun and sat back.

"Okay, really... come with me!"

Monroe said angrily, turned around and walked quickly in one direction of the corridor.

The bearded man hurriedly followed, and asked a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't think... Aren't you guys in the intelligence business, why are you so...so cautious.

Looks darker than the ones downstairs..."

"Eh?! What are you talking about?"

Monroe glanced across his beard: "Be careful what you say, this is a serious business."

"Yes, yes, it's serious business. The ones on the second floor are all serious business."

"I'm not afraid to tell you."

Monroe said as he walked: "You also know that we are in the intelligence business. In our business, we will always offend people. Moreover, even people like you know that we are not good at fighting with others. Others feel that we are easy to bully.

There are always people who want to come here to do business without money, but..."

When Monroe said this, his eyes seemed to sharpen: "You must not be such a person, right."

"Of course! Of course..."

The bearded man patted the bag under his arm and whispered.

"That's it."

After turning a corner, Monroe stopped, first picked up the old-fashioned phone in front of the door and whispered something, then put down the phone, and opened a door next to him: "Go in."

"Ah? Oh! You, won't you go in..."

"What am I going in for? I'm only responsible for bringing you here. Go in, the people inside will give you what you want."

……

Walking into the dim door, I don't know if it was modified or designed like this. There is only a chair in the door, and a simple square table in front of it, nothing else.

The square table was leaning against a wall, and the bearded man sat in front of the table and saw that a large piece of the wall was actually hollowed out and a glass mirror was placed there.

"Good morning sir."

The sound came from a small speaker on the table. At the same time, the mirror suddenly turned into a fully transparent glass. On the other side of the glass, a person with a strong light behind him and whose face could not be seen was sitting at the same table. forward.

"Hello."

The bearded man was a little surprised, but also interested, he reached out and touched the glass: "It's... so professional."

"Sir, before you explain your purpose, I want you to know that this house may kill you at any time.

Of course, we won't do that, if you wish.

At the same time, in addition to selling information, we also do information acquisition. If you have enough valuable information, we will give you a sufficient price.

So, sir, you ask your question and I give our price.

let's start. "

The bearded man nodded and put the bag on the table.

"I want...I want to know, Batman's true identity."

"...the answer to this question is worth 1000 million."

"hiss……!"

The bearded man grinned and took a breath: "Then...Superman..."

"2000."

"Wow, you guys are really amazing, all of this..."

"Sir, before you ask again, I want you to show the money or items you bought the information with.

Such a bag can't hold so much money. "

"Uh... indeed."

The bearded man hesitated for a moment: "Can I exchange information?"

"That depends on what information it is."

"Lynn."

"……what?!"

"I know who Lin En is, where he lives, what ability he has to meet who is where and what food he likes to eat the most..."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly fell into an awkward silence.

"……not enough?"

The bearded man asked suspiciously.

On the other side of the glass, the person sitting there suddenly stood up and ran out!

"Hehe, you're so smart. Sigh...that's boring..."

The bearded man stood up, adjusted his direction, smashed through the wall, and stretched out his hand to pinch someone's neck.

"Now, I ask, you say. I ask a question, you give me... 10 yuan.

If you can't answer..."

The bearded man tore off his beard and stuck it on the opponent's chin: "Then you will suffer an old crime..."

(End of this chapter)