Gotham Dark Godfather

Walking to the top floor of the unfinished building, I met the black-masked bodyguard first. This group of people obviously recognized Zhou Hao and did not stop him. They just came to search and collect the revolver in his holster and ignored him. . ..

Zhou Hao didn't say much and walked straight inside.The increasingly strong smell of blood, coupled with the increasingly clear screams, seemed to turn this place into a execution ground rather than a civilized society.

"Give me the money! Give me the fucking money!" A rude voice was roaring, followed by a muffled sound of punches hitting the flesh. It was obvious that someone was being beaten.

"I...I really don't have any money...believe me..." A man who had been beaten with a black nose and a swollen face wailed. His expensive suit was now in tatters and covered with dust, and the shoes on his feet were One of them was missing too, and he looked so bruised. I couldn’t believe how much torture he had suffered before.

Zhou Hao stood in the distance and watched coldly, although he rarely paid attention to the news in Gotham.But I can also vaguely recognize that this poor guy often appeared on TV and newspaper covers not long ago, and was hailed as a rising star in the real estate industry and a candidate for the future millionaire.But at that time, he looked more heroic and proud.Completely different from the disgraced hapless guy he is now. God knows what this guy has been through these days.

"I really have no money...I swear I didn't lie to you..." The businessman finally found a chance to breathe and begged with difficulty: "But you can wait...this house will be allowed next year." It's auctioned...by that time, I will pay off the money and give you another 50% of the profit...Um, or 75%...please give me a little more time. Well...I will definitely make a comeback..."

Several stout thugs stopped their beating work and turned to look at their boss. He was the dictatorial tyrant who dominated the city for a while. He controlled the largest underground drug market in Gotham and wore a black skull mask all day long. -Black Mask Roman Sionis!

I saw a tall man turning around gracefully.The white and straight Italian handmade suit, the meticulously-manicured brand-name patchwork tie, and the lacquer white high-end custom-made leather shoes all show that this person has a good aristocratic dressing style and excellent etiquette and fashion matching.But the premise of all this is to ignore the terrifying mask he wears.

This is the first time Zhou Hao has seen a villain in DC who truly dominates Gotham. Even from a distance, he can feel the power of muscles under his gorgeous suit. The skull mask carved from a coffin looks... It is particularly ferocious, as if it is embedded in the face like skin. If you look at it for a long time, you will feel a kind of instinctive fear reaction unique to creatures. You want to turn around and run away, as far away from this guy as possible, and those eyes are bloodshot and violent under the mask. The indifference of his pupils is comparable to that of a great white shark in the deep sea, with no emotion or any mercy.

"He's lying," Black Mask said lightly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, and his voice was very soft, like a dinner party whispering into the ear of a lady.It's just that the deep voice appears even more obscure and muffled through the wooden mask, as if it's the murmur of a devil from hell.

The thugs were like mad dogs after receiving the order. They immediately raised their fists and hit the poor businessman with all their strength. It seemed that what they were beating was not a human being like them, but a piece of rag or a leaky sandbag. There is absolutely no mercy or mercy at all.

Zhou Hao stood in the distance, watching the scene of wailing and being beaten.Obviously, if he fails to pay off the debt when it is due, his fate will not be much better than this guy's.

In other words, I am not even qualified to sympathize with others.

The businessman was beaten half to death, and he didn't know where he got the strength. He gritted his teeth and pushed away the thugs beside him. He fell to the ground, crawled forward, and tried his best to reach out and grab the black mask tightly. Pantleg, shouted in a shrill voice:

"Please give me another chance... As long as this house is built, it will make a profit of 200 million... By then, I will definitely be able to pay off all the money..." The businessman's voice was choked. Maybe it’s because his front teeth have been knocked out, but that doesn’t stop him from stating his reasons as much as possible: “Now I really have no money... Even if you kill me, you don’t have any money... Please... ."

The black mask slowly lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the prostrate businessman at his feet, and the air seemed to become strange.I saw countless dense bloodshot eyes filling the pupils, and even the whites of the eyes disappeared. Standing in the distance, Zhou Hao felt inexplicably creepy. Those eyes were no longer human, like an evil ghost in hell. , eyes full of hatred, anger and murderous intent.

"How dare you touch my clothes with these dirty hands?" Black Mask roared word by word, each word like the last roar of a beast with fangs ready to devour someone.

"Ah?" Only then did the businessman notice that his fingers, which were covered in blood and dust, had left dirty marks on the black mask's trouser legs.Especially in a white suit, it looks particularly awkward and ugly.

The businessman was startled and quickly wanted to say a few soft words to apologize. However, before his eloquent mouth could open his mouth, Black Mask kicked him hard in the face and kicked him away.

"How dare you dirty my clothes? Damn it," the black mask roared, and at the same time, the fists covered with veins hit the businessman like raindrops. Different from the attack method of the previous thugs, their boss's fists and kicks were more Vicious and cunning, he specializes in picking up the soft flesh, soft tissue and vital parts of the human body.To put it simply, it mainly hits people on the nose, eyes and ****, and kicks people with the metal part of the toe of the shoe. Any casual move is no less than being stabbed with an iron rod.Wherever it can cause the greatest damage, attack wherever it can, without any regard for the life or death of the other party.

"Do you know how much I like this outfit? There is no second identical outfit in Sicily! Even if you, a pig, are sold, you can't afford it." The black mask beat the businessman crazily, showing just a hint of nobility. The elegance disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a beast, a well-dressed beast, who finally took off his disguise and began to release the madness and brutality imprinted in his bones.

Zhou Hao frowned. This was the black mask he remembered. Even the appearance he knew from the comics was even more dangerous... The instinctive sense of crisis made Zhou Hao try to calm down and focus on the other party's movements. Maybe One day in the future, he will use these experiences...

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