The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

Klein appeared in front of Deadshot like this, and then disappeared like this.

The man in front of him appeared so suddenly, yet he knew him so well.

Deadshot six months ago, he still had several million dollars in savings.

But for the sake of his daughter, he cannot engage in illegal behavior. Once he is arrested and imprisoned again, his daughter will be arranged to enter a care center.

He had grown up in that kind of place, and he knew that it was full of violence and precocious passion.

Deadshot would never let his daughter enter a place like that.

He loved his daughter, but it was too difficult for him to find a real job.

As Gotham's gold medal killer, he has too many criminal records. If he wants to enter the security company, he will be passed directly.

Picking up the business card in his hand, Deadshot murmured: "Cthulhu Resource Recycling Company? A garbage dump company? Will you need a guy like me?"

If Klein hadn't shown a certain magnanimity of his own and made Deadshot feel that he was extraordinary, maybe Deadshot would have just thrown away the title.

"Looks like we're moving..."

Deadshot leaned down and raised his hand to touch the top of his daughter's head.

...........

The suspended train traveling between cities finally stopped in a deserted suburb.

This is the terminus. Looking around, there is a dam wasteland at the end of the field of vision.

And there are old bungalows piled up around it, like cage-like towers, which makes people feel depressed and uneasy.

A church stood not far away, and one or two believers were walking towards the church with Bibles in their hands.

"According to the clues, brother, you are here, let me see what is different about this place."

Klein didn't get in touch with Bruce, which made him feel bad.

As one of Gotham's IQ ceilings, Batman's planning and coordination have always been top-notch.

However, he suddenly disappeared while searching for the Owl Council, and Klein was still worried.

After getting off the light rail, Klein walked through the snow-covered and muddy streets. The smell of feces and farts around him was really overwhelming.Even the white snow cannot cover the stench here.

"Sir, please do your best..."

A homeless man in tattered clothes walked towards Klein tremblingly.

Klein ignored it and didn't deliberately avoid it.

He knew that he was wearing an expensive down jacket and the diamond Patek Philippe on his hand was a little too conspicuous, but this was not a problem because he was too lazy to pretend.

"gentlemen?"

The homeless man stepped forward boldly, raised his hand and patted Klein on the shoulder.

A stream of powder was blown by him and rushed towards Klein's face.

"Uh!" Klein snorted, his body losing strength and falling to one side.

The homeless man's face was filled with joy, and he supported Klein, who was half-conscious, and pulled him toward the alley.

"Damn, this guy is as strong as a cow, I can't drag him, Lauren! Come here and help!"

A man walked out of the alley, glanced around furtively, and then stepped forward and dragged Klein into the alley with the homeless man.

Not long after, they came to a wooden door. After several rhythmic knocks, the wooden door opened.

A man who was also smelly stretched out his hand and dragged Klein into the room.

"Ta...ta...ta..." The heel of Klein's boot hit the floor, making a slapping sound.

The three of them dragged him together, which felt extremely laborious.

"Why is this guy so heavy!"

"I don't know, he must love fitness. When the time comes, we can sell all his organs and we can make some money."

"Okay, let's touch his pocket first."

At this moment, the surrounding lights suddenly went out.

Several people felt a light touch on their hands, and Klein had appeared at the door. He took off the kerosene lamp for lighting and looked around.

"This kid is awake! Go over and kill him!"

Klein said: "You are really disappointing. It turns out you are a group of ordinary gangsters. I thought you were related to that organization."

"What! This kid is hallucinating after a flashback? What is he talking about!"

The three of them raised their daggers and walked quickly towards Klein.

The next second, a white shadow appeared in front of them.

A line of white smoke rose up, and in the next second the white smoke gathered into a skeleton figure, holding an avant-garde rifle and pointing it at several people.

"Skeleton Infantry?!"

Before several people could react, they were beaten into a honeycomb by a dense string of white bullets.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

"Fake!"

The room suddenly became quiet, and there were some foreign tourists slumped on the ground in the corner.

"I really can't understand why so many people come to Gotham every year in this environment. Isn't this too rich?"

Klein threw a healing spell casually and pushed out the door the next second.

But I happened to smell a familiar smell.

"The scent of expensive men's perfume. Bruce will not wear perfume when he is in Batman state. It should be the scent of the perfume worn by members of the Owl Council. I'm going to see how calculating these guys are!"

...........

The church bells rang.

The red sun was high in the sky, and although there were not many people in the church, a warmth spread throughout the church.

Klein came to the confession room and asked, "Father, I feel that I am guilty."

The priest said softly: "Everyone in the world has sins. As long as he prays sincerely, constantly reflects and corrects himself, the sins will disappear."

"Hey..." Klein paused: "I am a pica patient."

"It's not a sin. Everyone has their own natural choice."

"But I'm a vegetarian, but I fell in love with eating meat because of pica, and I think I'm gay, but I have cognitive biases. I'm white to a certain extent, but I'm yellow in my soul. people."

The priest was stunned.

He didn't know that buffs could be stacked like this.

"you...."

"Father, I have a secret to tell you. Can you come closer?"

The priest nodded and moved closer to the wooden partition window.

"puff!"

After a soft sound, Freddy's shadow emerged and raised his hand to pinch the priest's heart.

He suddenly felt it was difficult to breathe, and he would die from lack of oxygen in almost a second.

"Don't be nervous, answer the questions well and you won't die..." Klein said coldly.

The priest couldn't answer and just nodded with difficulty.

"Where is your base?"

The priest's eyes widened and he seemed a little surprised. He didn't expect that Klein would notice their secret.

"From the moment I entered here, several security guards looked at me with strange eyes, obviously they knew me. And I smelled the damn cologne on you. That perfume is not cheap. Sometimes it becomes a special offer. Only Wei En Group insiders can purchase.

If I guess correctly, your leader is both a member of the Owl Council and a member of the Wayne Group.

It's just a pity that you still can't stand the loneliness of "Jinyi Night Walk". After making so much money, you don't dare to wear a watch or a famous brand, but you spray a top-notch perfume that you think can't be compared with others. "