I don't want to be a good person for the younger brother of the protagonist of the American man

Gotham.

The city court, which was attacked by demonic existences, was in chaos, a large number of police cars were screaming crazily in downtown Gotham, and there were even military helicopters patrolling in the sky, trying to find the mysterious murderer who was running away.

As a trainee prosecutor in the city court, Rachel Doug, an American girl with wavy blonde hair and a suit skirt, found Bruce in a daze among the panicked crowd and dragged him into her car. Inside.

After starting the car and driving onto the street, Rachel looked at the siren police car passing by, and couldn't help looking worriedly at Bruce Wayne in the co-pilot: "Are you all right?"

Bruce shook his head silently, but his state was hard to convince others.

"Obviously, the judge was bought by Falcone to make the hearing completely public. Falcone's purpose should be to expose Joe Zill to the public, so as to facilitate the assassination of Zill who will be a tainted witness in the future. "

Rachel recalled the horrific assassination scene just now, and calmly gave a judgment: "The mysterious man just now should be the killer hired by Falcone. Now that Zier is dead, we no longer have witnesses to accuse Falcone of crimes." gone."

Bruce smiled relievedly: "But I might also thank him, Falcone, and that... mysterious killer."

"That's not what you mean, you're not the kind of person you are." Rachel shook her head, she slammed the steering wheel, turned the car around, left the main road in downtown Gotham, and drove into the underground alleyway.

Compared with the main road that is wide enough and bright, the underground alleys here are almost dark, full of garbage, cockroaches, and rats, and homeless men in ragged clothes are squatting on the streets.

This is the real Gotham, a decaying and stinking city.

"People think the Great Depression is over, but in fact, everything is worse than before, and crime is everywhere. Falcone, in particular, is destroying our cities with crime and drugs with reckless abandon. Maybe he didn't Killed your parents with his own hands, but he is destroying all the beauty and beliefs your parents tried to build."

While talking, Rachel parked the car in front of the bar in the underground alleyway, and motioned to the bar with two bodyguards standing guard: "Bruce, don't you want to thank Falcone? Then go. Everyone knows How to find him, as long as he continues to make money for the bad guys."

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After a detailed search by four bodyguards, Bruce meets Falcone.

Compared with the chaotic outside world, this Gotham gangster empire boss is sitting comfortably on the soft leather seat by the window of the speakeasy, reading the newspaper leisurely.

"Oh, look who's here." Falcone was wearing a white high-end suit, with cold eyes in his slightly sunken eye sockets. He looked like a shrewd businessman, and he looked at Bruce who came to him nonchalantly: "Wayne Sir, in fact, you just need to write a thank you letter, you don’t need to come in person.”

Falcone seemed to think of something, his words paused, and his brows raised: "However, the one who killed Zier was not mine. Before the killer I sent over did it, Zier was killed by the mysterious lunatic who broke into the court." Killed."

"That killer isn't yours?" Bruce didn't believe it, and sat down on the opposite seat: "It doesn't matter, I'm not here to thank you, but to show that not all Gotham people are afraid of you."

"Only people who know me are afraid of me, kid." Falcone smiled cruelly, took out a loaded pistol from the middle of his jacket, and pointed at Bruce sitting opposite him: "Look around you, there is an underground The patrons of the bar include city councilors, judges, district attorneys, and two policemen who just got off duty. I can shoot you out, this is a power you can't buy with money, and it's the power of fear that I control! "

"I'm not afraid of you." Bruce kept his eyes calm.

"That's because you think you have nothing to lose." Falcone smiled: "You haven't thought about it clearly, you haven't considered your girlfriend who works in the prosecutor's office, you haven't considered your old housekeeper , and your brother, I remember called 'Loa-Wayne'? I can kill them anytime, bam headshot!"

"If you dare to touch them..." Bruce clenched his fists tightly, no longer calm and calm as before.

"Haha!" Falcone was full of disdain: "Bruce Wayne, the eldest prince of Gotham, in fact, you don't understand Gotham at all, you haven't understood despair, fear, power, and you are blindly lost in the so-called justice and revenge." In the midst of it, he was still angrily trying to prove something to me."

Falcone put away the large-caliber pistol and laughed wantonly: "You are like your parents. You think you can save Gotham, but you can't even save yourself. When I was in prison, I heard Ziel say that your parents Begged him for mercy like a dog!"

"That's it, drive him out!" Falcone waved his hand, and two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, beating and dragging Bruce out of the underground bar.

A bodyguard stepped forward and lowered his body, asking Falcone: "Boss, do you want to investigate the mysterious man who killed Ziel?"

"There's no need to talk to such a lunatic. But I really want to thank him for helping me get rid of a witness. Cheers!"

Falcone raised his glass with a smile, but before he could take a sip, the door of the bar was pushed open again, and the wine in the glass shook.

"Who is it?" Falcone was looking up in disgust, thinking it was that ignorant kid from the Wayne family again, but what caught his eyes was a strange figure in a dark battle suit.

The eyes are narrow and indifferent, and the silver-white lightning on the strong chest draws the pattern of spider webs, exuding an oppressive aura.

As soon as Luo Ya stepped into the underground bar, all the people in the underground bar were stunned, and the sound of wine glasses falling to the ground continued to resound in the dead silent room.

Fear spread in this underground bar filled with people from all walks of life in Gotham.

"Yes, it's him!"

"The mysterious man who just broke into the city court and killed Zier, who is wanted by the whole city?"

"God, he really looks like a demon!"

Even the judges and prosecutors couldn't help trembling when they saw the venom Hualuoya. Many people collapsed from their seats to the ground and fled to the back door.

Falcone brought the elite and powerful gangster bodyguards by his side. Although there were many lives in their hands, facing the demonic Loya, he was also facing an enemy at this time.

After all, Falcone is the leader of Gotham's gangsters. He sat on the chair calmly and gracefully, and clapped his hands: "My friend, which road is Gotham on?"

Loya didn't respond, and walked into the bar, ignoring the bodyguards with guns.

Falcone raised his brows, and after a little deliberation, he continued: "You help me kill Zier, and I will give you a hire fee, which is 1000 million dollars! But if you continue to approach me, it will be unpleasant It's started!"

This is his usual method on the road, with lures and warnings, and he has always been successful in Gotham.

However, this time Falcone's method obviously failed.Facing the gunpoints of the bodyguards, the venom Hualuoya continued to walk towards Falcone.

"Bastard, kill him!"

Falcone finally couldn't bear it anymore, stood up from the chair, and threw the wine glass to the ground!

Throw the cup as a sign.

In the next moment, under the screams of customers and girls, four bodyguards and two off-duty policemen in the bar shot at Luo Ya who broke into the bar at the same time!

The dense bullets form a steel rain curtain, sealing the movement, making Loya unavoidable!

Luo Ya raised his hand violently, and the force of ten tons upwards directly lifted the four-person wine table next to him. He raised the thick wooden table with his bare hands as a shield to block the first wave of bullets, and at the same time continued to slam down the four bodyguards. It seemed to fly several meters away!

The power was so great that the thick wooden table also shattered into several pieces!

The two policemen who were far away wanted to continue shooting when they saw this, but they were stuck to their arms by the shot of the dark spider silk. Loya gently pulled the dark spider silk back with both hands, and the two policemen immediately flew to the other side of the bar. one end.

In fact, Gwen Spider's ability does not come with native spider silk. Spider silk is just a product of technology and requires the cooperation of a spider silk launcher.

But Loya used part of his venomized body as a temporary spider silk, so he had the effect of launching the original spider silk at the moment, but it needed to be recycled immediately.

Cleanly dealt with the bodyguards and policemen in the underground bar, Loya looked at Falcone's seat again, the spider's premonition of danger flashed like an electric shock, and a brass bullet shot towards his forehead with the sound of gunfire!

Loya continued to walk forward, without any dodging movements, allowing the bullet to hit the center of the eyebrow and pass through the back of the head.

Under Falcone's disbelieving gaze.

The almost dark area between Roja's eyebrows, including the penetrating bullet hole on the hood of the battle suit, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It looked like it hit, but it didn't.

Luo Ya has no expression on his face. His body is only a 12-year-old child. Now his seemingly tall body of 1.8 meters is actually a camouflage battle suit supported by the innate ability of venom.

Just now the bullet seemed to hit the center of the eyebrow, but in reality it just brushed his hair and missed.

Loya continued to move forward, walked in front of Falcone, reached out and held the trembling right hand of the opponent holding the pistol.

As Loya's hand gripped firmly, there was a click, and Falcone's forehead continued to break out in cold sweat. He sat back on his seat with a pale face, and the pistol fell out of his twisted hand.

"Who... are you? Are you still human?"

Falcone looked at the black demon sitting on the opposite seat with his legs crossed, and asked fearfully.