Gotham Dark Godfather

At this moment, Weaver, who was looking through the files, was livid. He didn't even read the words, and found that there was actually $1500 in it, which was the benefit he had given to his subordinates before.No matter where you are, the practice of returning money only means one thing:----We will not handle your matter anymore!

As expected, the contents in the files were all fruitless. They either said that there were no problems with the hotel video stores in their area, or they found trivial things such as the lighting was too dark, the hygiene was too poor, and the waiters were too unattractive to affect their mood. Problem, in short, the action he wanted to see most was to cut off Zhou Hao's foundation, but there was not even half of it.

"What... What's wrong with these people? Do you think I'm an idiot?" Weaver threw the file to the ground angrily, stomped on it a few times without understanding his hatred, and said angrily: "It must have been caused by Zhou Hao This bastard bought it, damn it! This guy is actually willing to spend all his money?"

As he spoke, Weaver walked to the window, stared at the dotted downtown area in the distance, and said through gritted teeth: "Huh! Since you want to play, I will accompany you to the end to see who can have the last laugh..."

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The days passed peacefully. Perhaps for a city like Gotham, having no news is often the best thing.James Gordon of the Gotham General Administration walked to the underground parking lot dejectedly. Needless to say, his application for a shift transfer failed again.

To be precise, there is no reply at all, neither agreeing nor saying no. It whets your appetite and there is no room for reasoning.

"Strange? Why aren't the lights in the parking lot turned on?" Gordon glanced at the dark place in confusion and pressed the switch on the wall, but nothing happened.The huge underground parking lot, with only a few rays of light leaking in through the huge gaps in the exhaust vents, looked particularly dark and gloomy, like a cellar where corpses were parked.

Gordon muttered dissatisfiedly and walked towards his car with a large push of files.Today, Director Luobu went to the metropolis for business. It is said that he was attending a charity conference such as world peace. Humph!It's really funny to say that Gotham's public security is so bad, this bastard is still in the mood to brag?Please improve local security first, and then consider issues such as world peace.

When Gordon walked to his car in the dark and was about to take out the keys, he heard a lazy voice coming from behind him.

"Hey, is the vice-captain about to get off work? I'm sorry, I'm afraid it will take a while."

Gordon looked around and saw four burly men standing at the entrance. However, each of these guys had a wrestler mask on their face, so their appearance could not be seen clearly. The wooden baseball bats they held in their hands were It shows that this group of people has bad intentions.

One of them was extremely arrogant, shaking his head and saying: "You'd better say hello to your wife first. Maybe you won't be able to go back for one night. You will either be lying in the hospital or lying on the cement floor. In short, you will suffer." A bit bitter”

While talking, several other people quickly gathered around and cooperated with each other to surround Gordon, blocking all his escape routes. It was said that he was unable to fly.

Gordon, on the other hand, looked at all this coldly, making no move at all, as if he was petrified.

"Old guy, why don't you speak? It may not be too late to beg for mercy now. I hope that after this beating, you will know how to deal with others in a more obedient way - at least not to interfere in other people's way of making money." The big man just now said proudly, looking at Gordon's face like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Sudden!In this flash of lightning, Gordon suddenly threw the file he was holding into the sky, and suddenly the snow-white official papers flew in all directions, covering him like snow.The people who were preparing for the siege couldn't help but be surprised. They didn't expect Gordon to do this.

However, before they could react, a sudden strong wind blew directly into the face of the speaker, knocking him away.

"What? Is this old guy on guard??" One of the strong men shouted in surprise. Gordon was holding a metal bat in his hand. Apparently, this cylindrical thing had been wrapped in a file of the same shape. Inside, this group of people received a severe blow unexpectedly.

"You should really check my record in the army - I was trained to deal with worse situations now." Gordon exhaled in frustration, secretly feeling lucky, if it hadn't been for the fact that there was someone in the back garden before. The unknown guy took the risk to tell him the news. I'm afraid that now I will be beaten up without any defense. It will be very miserable.

This group of people was not willing to give up like this and rushed towards them brandishing bats. Gordon didn't show any weakness. He saw the gap between one of his opponent's attacks and keenly hit his weak spot.Easily knocking a huge man to the ground.

Just like what he did in the Vietnam battlefield...

After a while, the four big men were knocked to the ground one by one by Gordon. They kept wailing and couldn't stand up.Although his age and body are no longer what they used to be, Gordon knows how to fight far beyond ordinary people because he has been on the battlefield.

"You are so lucky... After I came out of the army, I no longer plan to be cruel to ordinary people. I neither broke your ribs nor punched you in the chest, I just hit you hard enough." As for the extent of going to the hospital," Gordon said breathlessly. After all, he is older, and such strenuous exercise will still make him more or less unable to bear it.

But just as he finished speaking, he felt a sound behind his head. Darkness swung a bat and hit him accurately on the back of the head. The force was so strong that Gordon's black-rimmed glasses flew away.

"Haha, isn't the army amazing? Old guy, you must have forgotten! There is also a retired special forces soldier in the Gotham Police Department!"

Hearing this, even though Gordon had a splitting headache, he couldn't help but think of one person: Flass, the captain of the Gotham Special Operations Team. He was so tall and powerful. He always liked to brag that he had worked in the SEALs!When we were in the small garden, the guy he had never met before left a handwriting on the wall, telling him to be careful about this person.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, he was actually attacked by this guy.

"Brothers have been unhappy with you for a long time, Gordon! Today is just a warning." Flass also covered his face, but he had been hiding in the dark. He only showed up to attack when Gordon was at his most relaxed. There was no psychological burden of hurting someone in the back, but he was particularly excited to see Gordon curled up like a shrimp on the ground.

"Haha! Now I will treat you well - I will make sure to beat you just enough to prevent you from going to the hospital!" The masked Fras smiled sinisterly, and at the same time clenched the bat in his hand, ready to enjoy it What follows is a bloody feast.

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