Gotham Dark Godfather

Deadshot Norton hung up the phone, feeling that something was not simple.Pinshu.com. If some idiot transferred the money by mistake, it is not impossible, but having the ability to break into his and his ex-wife’s special accounts, and specifically note that it was his name, this ability is no longer a coincidence. It was explained that even those characters with so-called uncanny hands and eyes in the underworld may not be able to do it.

In other words, characters who can find their own information and make money can only be those with official backgrounds.

"Is it that Chinese policeman?" Deadshot Norton thought thoughtfully: "After all, he is the only one with a profession like him who can easily check my personal information... But why would he do this?"

Putting aside the doubts in his heart, Deadshot Norton went straight home. Although he found nothing today, his daughter was about to get out of school and needed to rush back to make lunch for her.Perhaps as a husband and a man, Deadshot Norton has a lot of shortcomings and is unqualified.

But as a father, among the bad guys in Gotham, he may not be able to find a few good fathers who are worthy of his duties.

The return journey took him through 6 blocks. Instead of taking the bus, Deadshot Norton chose to run.Since his second-hand Ford was towed away by a towing company due to too many tickets, he hasn't had a ride in a car for a long time. On the one hand, he wants to save money, and on the other hand, he doesn't like the old cars in Gotham. The bus was packed like sardines, and he would feel severely suffocated, as if the vitality and spirit in his body had been sucked dry by the crowded bus, and he could not bring up even a little passion.

Running on the streets of Gotham, the bustling scenery along the way conceals too many things.When we get to the outskirts, the garbage strewn on the streets and the smelly corners reveal the true decay of the city.The numb and dull homeless man kept rummaging through the trash cans for things he might be able to sell for money.There was an elderly teacher's wife on the street, wearing exaggerated makeup, standing on the street smoking a cigarette unscrupulously, and spitting it to the ground from time to time.In the dark corner of the alley, gangsters with arrogant eyes gathered together like hyenas, chatting loudly, looking completely fearless.

The slums of Gotham basically look like this every day, with no signs of changing.

"Well...I have to find a way to move out of here anyway," Deadshot Norton said to himself: "The environment is really disgusting, and the teachers in the community school are terrible. The classes are just a mess, and my daughter can't be counted." Excellent, if I continue to stay here, it will be corroded sooner or later... Maybe I really should find a way to make some money and move to a high-end community, so that my children's schooling can be more secure... ."

Deadshot Norton was thinking as he rushed home, but before he reached the door, he saw a police car not far away. In line with the style of the three-pronged area here, it looked particularly eye-catching.

"Huh? Why did the police show up? You know, there is no oil or water here. After calculating the murders, most of them were wrapped up in mats and thrown away. Are they here to find me??..." Thinking of the mysterious remittance early on , adding the unreasonable police car at the moment, the dead shooter dared to stop, he quickly took three steps and then two steps, and rushed forward. Only when he got downstairs, he saw his daughter holding a cute teddy bear, standing Basking in the sun in the open space downstairs.

"Daddy? Why are you back?" When her daughter saw Norton, she waved her little hands happily and shouted happily: "Come here quickly, there are guests coming to see you today."

When Deadshot saw his daughter, he first carefully observed the surrounding environment, and after making sure that no one was ambushing him, he said unhappily: "Didn't I tell you that you can't just ask for gifts from strangers? Have you forgotten? "

He did not immediately care who the guest was, but focused more on his daughter's education.There are too many cases in Gotham of abducting girls with a few snacks or cheap jewelry. Norton cannot help but be extra vigilant to prevent his precious child from becoming a sex slave imprisoned in a dark dungeon.

When the daughter heard her father's scolding, she pouted her mouth aggrievedly and said pitifully: "These are not gifts, they are prizes I won...and you have met the people who came. I met them at the Zeus Hotel for the first time." That policeman is not a bad person..."

Hearing this, Deadshot Norton secretly thought that his daughter was naive. In Gotham, police officers can almost be equated with gangsters. They are all good at extortion. The difference is that after the gangsters take the money, how much I'll also do some errands.But when police officers take money, they will only attract more police officers who want money, which can be called a plague in Gotham.

While Norton was thinking wildly, he saw Zhou Hao walking out with a smile on his face. His hands were greasy and his body was covered in oil stains. He looked not like a policeman at all, but more like a chef.

"Brother, you are really hard to invite. I have asked you to have dinner with me four times, but you pushed me away every time." Zhou Hao said enthusiastically, "So today I decided to pay a visit and put some wine in your house. What other excuses do you have for declining?"

This familiar look makes it seem like he is the owner here.

Deadshot Norton took a look at it, good guy!I don’t know where this guy bought a table of delicious dishes: roasted red duck, colorful salads, roasted suckling pig with apples in his mouth, a whole pile of champagne, etc... They were piled up together, and Zhou Hao was busy heating the dishes to prevent the greasy food from cooling down.Many children and adults were gathered outside the open space, pointing and looking envious.

Seeing that Deadshot Norton had no reaction, Zhou Hao then said to himself:

"Your child is really good at math. When I competed with her in mental arithmetic, she couldn't do it as fast as she did. Oh my, it's so embarrassing to tell her. This toy was lost to her, so it can't be considered a gift."

Death Shooter heard this and complained. Chinese people's mathematics has always been a racial talent, right?Many analysts on Wall Street are of Chinese descent, and the Gotham police do all the monthly fat distribution and accounting work themselves. With this background, how could it be possible that Zhou Hao's daughter was bad at math? He was clearly looking for an excuse to deliberately give gifts!After all, as a grown man, who would deliberately prepare a doll that only girls like in the car?

It's just that this guy is particularly cunning and uses this method to cover up his gift-giving methods.Not only did he let his daughter, who never accepts gifts from others, relax her guard, but she also foolishly thought it was a prize she had won, which was really a bad intention.

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