The trajectory of the world king in the United States

Gotham Harbor is always like this at night, quiet, dead, and unspeakably depressing.

The day is the day for the successful, and the night is the night for the mice. Order and chaos have never been so obvious in the same place. If you are an old resident of Gotham, then you should have known a rule for a long time: Do not Running around at night.

You will lose not only your wallet, your first time, and maybe your life.

It was never a great place to live and work, but there are desperate people coming in here and so on, and when I say desperate, I mean that literally.

"Whoa, Whoa"

The slightly dirty seawater lapped at the shore, adding a special feeling to the deep night. A fish swung its tail cautiously, trying to escape to the surface to breathe some air. The weather tonight was very bad, and it was probably going to be... It's raining.

suddenly.

"puff"

The heavy object falling from the sky hit the water, and the splashing water frightened the poor fish and rushed to the bottom of the sea. The moment the heavy object hit the sea surface, the cold seawater filled his nostrils, ears, and mouth. Entering his body, he woke up from the terrible chaos in the next moment.

"Ahem, what the hell, where is this?"

The man wearing only pajamas struggled to maintain his balance on the sea, trying hard to keep himself from sinking into the water, but his brain was still muddy and unable to complete this action. In the end, he could only observe the surroundings while swimming towards the water. The dark shore passed by.

In this not-so-warm weather, after soaking in the cold sea water for 10 minutes, coupled with the light and already soaked pajamas, when he came ashore, the exhausted man lay down on the beach and stopped thinking about it. Woke up.

He panted and looked at the starless sky above his head, then reached out and touched his chest. Yes, there were three burnt bullet holes in his pajamas, but what about the blood stains and the wounds?

His heart that should have been broken was still beating powerfully, and his thoughts became chaotic. In the end, he gave up thinking and accepted these things that he had never believed before.

"Hahaha"

The man who fell from the sky laughed twice, then gestured with his middle finger towards the sky, climbed up from the beach, and threw the blood-soaked and bullet-riddled pajamas into the sea, with his upper body naked, step by step He walked towards the lights that were still on in the distance of the port.

After bidding farewell to the past, he walked tiredly, and maybe with a bit of luck in escaping from death.

The "Old Gun" bar was the busiest place in Gotham's port area three years ago. Three years later, no one cares about it. Of course, it's not because Christian's father's craftsmanship has declined, but because the stubborn father refuses to take charge of the place. "Friendship" with Russian gangsters in the region.

As a veteran, Dad does not allow those messy things to happen on his own territory. This persistence once won him a lot of praise, but now, it has gotten him into trouble. Not all dock workers will be physically threatened by Jamie's thugs. Next, I still insist on coming to my dad’s place for a drink.

After all, it’s just a glass of wine, there’s no need to risk your life to drink it, right?

Dad has been holding on for a month, and no one knows how long he can hold on, but according to Jamie's character and his rules, if Dad continues to be tough, something bad may happen.

At 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, a heavy rain fell, slamming against the windows. Christian, who had white hair and wore a shabby leather jacket, stood behind the somewhat shabby bar, wiping the wine glasses. These tasks were not supposed to be done by him. But three days ago, after the last guy left without saying goodbye, taking the $3 in his father's bar cabinet, he had no choice but to come by himself.

Three young people dressed in fancy clothes were sitting in the corner gambling, playing the most vulgar dice game. You can't expect these guys who dropped out of school since childhood to play blackjack. They are not customers, they are just sent by Jamie to harass them. Dad's bitch.

This is just a small bar. There is no music, no singers, no messy decorations, and it is full of a retro flavor. And on a stormy night, probably no one will come here, so Dad is going to close the door in 10 minutes, maybe I also have to use my old Springfield to drive away these little bastards.

Just then, "Ding Dong"

The door of the bar was pushed open. Dad and the gangsters raised their heads at the same time, and then they saw a strangely dressed guy walking in. He was a yellow man. He was wearing a dirty black sweatshirt. It looked like he had picked it up from some garbage dump. He was simply wearing a pair of pajamas and bare feet. He looked like a down-and-out homeless man.

Dad instinctively wanted to scold him out. However, the man raised his head and glanced at the entire bar without looking at Dad. Instead, he focused on the three people who had started playing dice again. Over there, he grinned and strode over.

Dad silently started wiping the glass again, and placed his other hand on the wooden handle of the old Springfield under the counter. He knew that smile... It was not an expression that should appear on a homeless person, but why bother to tell it off? , anyway, it’s just Jamie’s bastard who is unlucky.

When Christian's father put on an expression of watching the fun, this dirty man also got involved with those flashy gangsters.

"Hey guys, can I join you?"

This guy rubbed his hands together and looked interested. He spoke very fluent English with a hint of a Californian accent. This was supposed to be a great way to say hello, but his dirty appearance and likeable The smell that he couldn't wake up seriously lowered his score. The little gangster with his hair dyed green glanced at him, and without looking back, he focused on the dice in his hand again, and gave him a cold sound,

"roll"

The man was not annoyed, but continued to say with a smile, "Don't be like this, guys, give me a chance, my dice rolling skills are very good."

The green-haired gangster was disturbed twice and was already a little impatient, but just as he clenched his fists, the tall, thin young man with gray-white hair sitting opposite him stopped his companion, and then With a hint of ridicule, looking at this uninvited man,

"You can join if you want...but what are you using as a bargaining chip? You don't even have a penny on you, so go back to the garbage dump and pick up burgers. That's where you should be, hahaha."

After saying that, the three gangsters laughed at the same time, but the young man just shrugged, pulled out the chair and sat on it, resting his hands on the table naturally, and said seriously,

"You see, I'm a healthy adult. I have two hands, two legs, and..."

"Hey asshole, we're not interested in men"

The last gangster with dyed red hair felt that he was insulted. He slapped the table impatiently, sending the beer in his hand all over the table. "Especially if you are like this, get out of here!"

Under the glare of the three people, the homeless man calmly spread his hands and finished the second half of his sentence,

"Well... I mean, I have a life. I bet this thing with you. It's fair."

After these words were spoken, the whole bar fell silent. The three gangsters were speechless, but they were not frightened or shocked. Their first reaction was that this guy is a lunatic.

Then, the second reaction was to be thankful

It's not easy to make a living under Big Brother Jamie. He often arranges some not-so-important gang members to do some very "dangerous" things. Unfortunately for these three guys, they fall into that category. Less important peripheral members, otherwise they would not be assigned to this time to threaten an unarmed old man.

What's even more unfortunate is that 3 days later, there was a very "dangerous" transaction... And at this time, a madman who didn't seem to care about his own life came to the door. Is there anything better than this?

The three people exchanged glances, and finally the guy with silver-gray hair spoke. He tried to make his expression more fierce, and it seemed that he was imitating Big Jamie. He lowered his voice,

"Do you know what your words mean?"

"uh-huh."

The dirty young man shrugged, obviously, he knew.

"Do you know what will happen if you don't keep your promise? Last month, a guy who lied to us was thrown into Gotham Port. His body has not been found yet. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Okay, no need to say more, just give me a pair of dice. If I lose, I will naturally do as you say."

The young man leaned back on the chair casually, pointed to his sweatshirt that exuded a disgusting smell and said, "Look at my current state, do you think I am still afraid of death?"

"Okay Cole, give him a set of dice"

The green-haired young man placed a pair of dice in front of the young man. He reached out to pick up the dice and looked at them. Then he raised his head and smiled brightly at the three gangsters.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention, my name is He...forget it, just call me Cyber, Cyber, um...Cyber ​​Hawk."

"No one wants to know what your name is, so get started, trash guy."

Cole mocked mercilessly, and then started to shake the dice in his hand, and the other two people also started to shake. They played the simplest kind, 3 dice, and the one with the smallest number gave money. It is so simple that a 3-year-old child can play it. , but judging from the scattered banknotes and coins lying around them, these three guys were playing quite a big game.

Seb likes this kind of occasion, likes this kind of opponent, three stupid young men, the most important thing is what he needs most now, these three guys have it, and it is still a rainy night outside, and there is thunder, witness There is only one old man who has been paying attention to this place.

"Fate is favoring me"

Seb said something without a beginning or end, then reached out to pick up the dice and the outer wooden box in front of him, smashed them on the table, and then, without waiting for anyone else to react, he was the first to open the dice. Box.

"Look at 18 o'clock, I said, fate is favoring me."

The three gangsters were stunned and exchanged glances with each other again. Then they placed the three bills in Seb's hand and started shaking again, and the second round began.

"Oh, it's 18 o'clock again, how lucky you are."

In the third game, "Look, it's 18 again, I'm really lucky, aren't I?"

In the fourth game, "Tsk, tsk, I don't even know what to say."

"boom"

Cole's fists hit the table. He felt that he had been humiliated again. In anger, Cole wiped his left hand on his belt, and then stabbed the table hard, with a sharp dagger piercing it. The black controller was still trembling slightly. Like an enraged bull, Cole stared at Saber and cursed loudly,

"You're such a bastard, I'm going to kill you."

"Hey, calm down, man."

Seb didn't even look at the dagger in his hand, but slowly picked up the banknotes in front of him, folded them together, and said casually, "Your knife that has never seen blood can't hurt anyone, on the gambling table That's it, if you lose, you win. Instead of shouting at me, why not sit down and play a few more games, maybe you will make up for it, right?"

When things got to this point, a blind man could tell that this Seb was not normal. Normal people would not react to the dagger at hand, but they were Jamie's henchmen after all, and the thing they needed to defend themselves was naturally more than just a dagger, so , when Seb raised his head, a silvery metal hole pressed against his head.

That's... a gun.

The Story of Yi Lu Ji Lv

The new book sets sail, the Holy Light is a thing of the past, let us step into Cyber's overlord trajectory... This is a novel about superheroes, and you are my heroes. Come on