Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 47 The Real Hell

"You don't need to wear a famous brand~ Chic and calm, that's the real...

do not move. "

Lynn always supported that unlucky media friend and sang horrible songs.

It wasn't until he entered the orphanage that he finally felt that he had almost given enough punishment.He patted the reporter friend on the head, but the guy didn't respond.

"I'm not dizzy... oh I'm not dizzy.

This is scared silly. "

Lynn had no intention of killing, after all, Gordon had warned him~
Throwing the straight-eyed media friend out the window, and hearing the sound of speeding running outside, Lin En didn't expect this media friend to bear it so far.

"Not bad, heroic potential!"

Run away, just run away, it was just a matter of course.

In contrast, the one in the orphanage needs more attention. Lynn believes that no matter where in Gotham there are crimes worthy of trial and obliteration, the orphanage should not be there. Even if there is, it is probably those adults.

What crime can a group of children whose oldest is only 10 years old commit a crime that is worth pulling a carload of poison gas over and killing them all together?
"I can't even do this!"

The orphanage turned off the lights, but for Lynn, this was not a difficult problem to solve.

The soft branches quickly became tough after breaking through the soil surface. After piercing the soil surface, they quickly damaged the orphanage's already disrepaired floor. They kept growing, branching, and branching again...

Lin En stood in place with his eyes closed, and a "holographic imaging map" of an orphanage gradually appeared in his mind. Soon, he found the person he was looking for.

"Everyone is together?"

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"Gotham is a disgusting city!"

"The Wayne family is the culprit behind this city's disease!"

"They're capitalists, they're vampires! They should be hung from street lamps and roasted to death by the sun!"

"And you! You are a tool for their hypocrisy, bah! Disgusting, really disgusting."

In the dining area of ​​the orphanage, rows of low wooden benches were filled with terrified children who dared not cry at all.

On the front row of seats, the staff of the orphanage looked carefully and defensively at the middle-aged man who was scolding, pointing, and jumping in front of him.

His body was covered with strange and useless electronic devices, and he was holding a small remote control with a green light constantly flashing in his hand.

"Gotham was never ours!"

He is still shouting, giving speeches, lecturing, and promoting his ideas.

And judging from the expressions on the faces of those children and the staff of the orphanage, his language doesn't seem to have any magical power to conquer people's hearts.

People fear him, not identify with him.

"We're going to make Gotham feel the pain! We're going to make Gotham feel the pain. Do you understand!"

After grabbing a staff member's shoulder and yelling for a while, he didn't receive the feedback he wanted, so he grabbed the shoulder of the person next to him again.

"Haven't you ever been hurt by this city? We need to change, we need a chance for everyone to see, do you understand?"

It was still a blank, evasive look.

"Those rich people, officials, those barristers...all of them, they are all in the same group, do you understand!"

Crouching neck, tense muscles.Obviously, this one doesn't understand either.

"you……"

Snapped!
With a hand on the back of his hand, he finally got the response he wanted.

"I know. Believe me, my friend, I know all too well."

Although it seems somewhat inappropriate to appear in this kind of place with a butterfly-style split head, but since no one has brought up this matter, it is not a problem.

"You really understand..."

"Understood. I really understand. Come on, sit down and let's talk slowly.

My friend, you are actually right. The biggest cancer in Gotham is Bruce Wayne of the Wayne family.

Think about it, that playboy's annual purchase of red wine is enough to raise a dozen children, plus drinks, mineral water, peanuts and melon seeds... how much is that!
What does it mean to be rich and unkind?This is it!
He can't spend all the money he earns, and I haven't seen him make any contribution to Gotham. To be honest, he is not as good as that criminal, Batman with a phlegm in his throat.

By the way, man, what kind of grievance have you suffered to come here to do this kind of thing out of helplessness, why don't you seek revenge from those rich people? I think it's not that these children have harmed you. "

Lin En confided his heart and quickly "coaxed" the man who was not in a very good state of mind.

Like falling beans, he told Lynn about himself, crying and scolding.

And Lynn, who originally wanted to give Batman an interesting big melon, turned off the tape recorder in his arms when the man named Andrew was halfway through speaking.

"You mean..."

Lynn hesitated a little: "Just because you were not satisfied with the price when your factory was acquired by Wayne Group...then what?"

"My eyes! And my eyes!"

Andrew lifted his blindfold, revealing a dark hole below, and cried: "They can change my eye, they are so rich..."

Snapped.

Lin En covered his forehead in pain, his voice was clear and loud.

"...You've watched too much Hokage..."

Lynn was also quite helpless. At first, he thought that this must be a good opportunity to make a suggestion to the old bat. The money in Wayne's hands can definitely exert a stronger power, which is more powerful than the Batmobile and the space station. strength.

but……

Lynn has always been called a lunatic, but the person in front of him seems to be more worthy of this title.

Why can't we just open our mouths and make a wish...

"alright."

Since you feel wronged, then go to the wronged in the future.

When Lynn was talking nonsense with this crazy guy just now, he had already pulled the children out of the house with vines, and they should all be housed by Gordon now.

As for the guy in front of him and the car full of poison gas outside, Lynn didn't know what to do for a while.

Get rid of him, it seems like something.It's disgusting behavior.

Just let him go like this, isn't that taking dozens of lives that almost died and pretending to be a big brother?They are purely similar criminals who should be shot for 5 minutes.

After thinking about it, Lynn suddenly had a good idea.

To scare him a little, small, shallow, just right.

It will not kill him, but it will make him unforgettable in this life.

Thinking that such an operation could still be performed, Lynn regained his energy.

"Dude, have you ever seen...

real hell? "

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(End of this chapter)