The trajectory of the world king in the United States

The "attack" on Narrow Island made a big fuss. For three days in a row, Gotham's local TV station broadcast news about the usually forgotten slum. Many locals frowned and thought for a long time, and then realized that the prosperous brother There is such a place in Tan City.

More than 30 people died, including Gotham's most famous doctor and the dean of Arkham, as well as the former king of Gotham's dark world, Falcone, who ruled half of Gotham for more than 20 years. It is said that a bullet pierced his heart. By the time people found him, all the blood in his body was almost gone. He died so miserably.

It was said that the entire city's sewers had been poisoned by a group of gangsters with ulterior motives. However, the Gotham City Government immediately stood up to refute the rumors and said that the city's drinking water had not been damaged in any way. The old mayor even took a sip during the live broadcast. Water is taken from the reservoir to prove the safety of the city.

Of course, there are also some folk legends, such as Batman, Red Ghost and other villains, but no one stood up to clean up all this for them. After knowing everything, Rachel quietly returned to her work unit, but unexpectedly discovered Her boss, the man who almost became her boyfriend, has been missing for almost four days.

Explosions, gun battles, large death tolls, fires, etc. These words seemed to touch the g-spot of those upper-class people who usually pretend to be polite. Various comments and various people who had never heard of them jumped out. , gesticulating in front of the TV screen, one blaming the other, the other blaming everyone else.

Gotham, a backwater, was in trouble just because of this regrettable incident. Even the Gotham Police Department, which was almost the representative of "incompetence" in this incident, stood up to symbolically strengthen the entire city. Regarding the security of the city, for a while it seemed that the city had regained some of its due order.

But where the sun doesn't shine, it's still dark, and even worse things are happening than before.

"boom"

The bruised and swollen boss Jamie was lifted up by his collar. In his mansion located at the deepest part of the dock area, two guards with their hands and feet broken were lying on the luxurious carpet, with heavy objects being hit on the back of the head. Traces of blood seeped into the hand-woven wool blanket. After the fluff had fully absorbed the blood, it seemed as if even its own color had been obscured.

An oozing blood-red color.

Seb looked indifferently at the gang leader in front of him who had been beaten until he was about to lose consciousness. He curled his lips in disdain. It was this guy who forced his father to almost lose everything. It was also he who found someone to ambush him and almost made him lose everything. Seb died in a dark alley in the dock area.

But Seb didn't hate him. There was nothing to resent. He killed his subordinates and found someone to take revenge. This was a normal rule in the dark world. The only thing he hated was that Jamie got him involved in this. Everything sucks.

Two days ago, Seb had a conversation with Kevin. He learned from him that it was Jamie who disclosed Seb's address to Klein in order to borrow a knife to kill people. As a result, the knife he borrowed was broken by Seb. Even he himself was already standing on the edge of the cliff because of this stupid behavior.

"Who the hell are you?"

Jamie was choked by Seb's hands by the collar. His left arm was hanging down in an unnatural way. It was the result of being hit by a wine bottle. His face was full of marks left by fists. , his eyes were full of blue, which was the result of being punched in the eye socket, and this pain was not only physical, but also psychological.

Jamie couldn't bear that his lair was so easily broken through by a guy with a hemostatic bandage on his face holding a knife, even though it was at night, and even though he had recently been affected by Falconi's downfall and the whole Docklands is solid and a little loose, but that shouldn't happen

This shouldn't happen in his "private kingdom"

Seb looked at the gangster in front of him. He suddenly felt a sense of dullness, as if he was used to eating meat and suddenly came back to take a bite of green vegetables. This feeling was terrible. He looked at the miserable Jamie, Seeing his old dog lying limply on the carpet like a broken spine, he lost all interest.

He let go of his hands and let Jamie lie on the ground panting. He turned around and sat on the luxurious sofa, reached out and opened an unopened bottle of vodka from the table, sniffed it gently, and then took a sip of it for himself. .

The familiar taste went straight into his throat like a stream of cold water, and then turned into a blazing flame. He exhaled happily and put the knife in his hand aside.

He was not wearing that stylish dark red armor, but was wearing a set of black casual clothes. He looked like a somewhat thin yellow man. He leaned on the sofa with his arms. He looked at Jamie,

"You might not believe that I'm just a bartender."

Jamie raised his head suddenly and stared at him closely. Seb narrowed his eyes and snapped his fingers.

"That's right, it's the bar you want. I killed the people you sent there, and I also killed your brother Poshkin. I also know that you shot four gunmen to get rid of me. You know Well, you have no problem doing this. I understand your thinking very well. This is your territory. You will not allow a force that does not belong to you to appear here. I know, but you should never, never and Klein. The gang got mixed up."

Seb put the wine bottle in his hand on the table, he bent down and looked at Jamie,

"You stretched out your hand, so I'm going to cut off your hand."

He took a deep breath, leaned on the sofa again, and shrugged.

"Oh, by the way, Klein died. You know, it was me too."

"I pushed him down from the fifth floor. Falconi also died in that chaos. Then look at me, Jamie, and tell me, what should you do with me?"

"How do you deal with someone who is more ruthless, more fierce, and stronger than you?"

The anger in Jamie's eyes almost boiled over, but he and Boshkin could have worked their way from poor immigrants to Gotham to become famous gangsters in Gotham. Naturally, he would not be a foolhardy man. He was breathing rapidly, and various thoughts were rolling through his flexible and vicious head that was completely inconsistent with his strong body.

Finally, he lowered his head and admitted defeat.

"The fact that you are willing to talk to me so much means that you don't want to kill me. I admit defeat. I can't deal with you. I admit defeat. I will leave Gotham with Poshkin tomorrow. What do you want before you can let me go?" After me and my brother”

"Oh, look, there are very few smart people like you in Gotham nowadays."

Seb indifferently picked up the bottle and poured a sip of wine into his mouth. He shook his head, "You should be lucky that there is someone in this city that I can't afford to offend for the time being. Okay, let's go, I'll let you go." , but I will be fired soon. An unemployed vagrant cannot survive in this city. I am very short of money, Jamie, you know what I mean."

A trace of struggle flashed across Jamie's embarrassed face, but looking at Seb's narrowed eyes, it reminded him of those times outside the most remote mountain village in the vast Siberian plain where he and Poshkin were born. Snow direwolf, when they followed the old hunter in the village to hunt, the two brothers faced those dangerous beasts more than once.

When facing a hungry direwolf, the best way is to throw the prey you have worked so hard to get to it, lest you become the food of these crazy beasts tortured by hunger.

He and his brother have done this before, maybe 34 times, and now it's just one more time.

Jamie breathed a sigh of relief. Facing Seb's eyes, he finally nodded, and the pressure disappeared instantly. The Russian felt the change in momentum, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally survived

For people like them walking in the darkness, isn't it the best outcome to survive? Life is like this, you always have to use some things to exchange for other things. It's just a matter of whether it's worth it.

Five minutes later, Seber had two more cards in his hand, which were the life money of Jamie and Boshkin. He looked back at the top of the mansion, and saw a shadow wearing a black armor and a black cloak. Stand there, facing him.

Seb made a rude gesture towards the shadow, and then strode towards his father's old pickup truck. After a moment, the mansion filled with the smell of blood returned to calm again, and the shadow quickly disappeared.

Seb kept his promise, he didn't kill anyone. Of course, those guards whose limbs were broken might need to use crutches for the rest of their lives, and Jamie might find a way to get back, but it didn't matter.

He doesn't care about an opponent who he has easily destroyed once. In other words, if he can retaliate, he must allow others to retaliate. He is a very open-minded person, and he will not arbitrarily ask his opponent to tie his hands and let him beat him.

Don't be kidding, he's not a god

Driving all the way to the Old Gun Bar, Seb opened the car window and placed one hand comfortably there. He casually turned on his father's car stereo. The music from the last century seemed more and more important in this lonely darkness. Soft, a unique sense of satisfaction rose from Seber's heart. He even had the illusion that this quiet atmosphere would never be broken. He liked this feeling.

He likes the loneliness of going alone.

That was his former shell, his former face, his former armor, that would protect him, and now, he no longer needs this armor, he has the first, the second and the third There are friends, an opponent who must be surpassed, a group of sworn enemies who don't know when they will fall from the sky, and a large amount of money, enough for him to live happily for the rest of his life.

With such a fulfilling life, what else could he hope for?

From the first day he entered this world to this night, under the calm streetlights of the dock area, Seb felt that he was satisfied for the first time.

He felt like he was truly living as a human being, instead of just a weapon that would see blood when unsheathed.

This is a dangerous sense of satisfaction. When beasts are full, their attack power is always at its lowest. Seb knows this truth, but he feels that people sometimes need to be willful.

When opening the door of the Old Gun Bar, he was thinking about whether to take a trip from Gotham to Star City. Dad, Catherine and Robin were all there, and he thought he should go and see them.

Of course, he will not let them come back until the crisis is resolved. Before a soldier goes to the battlefield, he must abandon all emotions and expose his weaknesses in front of a terrible opponent. This is something only a fool would do.

Seb, not an idiot.

But the moment he stepped into the dark hall, he quickly took out the Colt from his waist and pointed to the man in black sitting on the bar with his back to him. At the same time, a man in black stretched out from the darkness. Two pistols were pulled out, one on the left and one on the right, and they were pressed against his head.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a while.

The man in black who was sitting in the dark, poured himself a drink and sucked it through a straw, stood up and looked at Seber as if he was looking at a very interesting being. There was indeed a hint of curiosity in his soft eyes.

"Syberhawk, have no doubt, we are here just for you."