I really don't care

Elliott Smith had no foresight, and had always been a coward when he met the strong.He can be as free as he is now, but it is just a somewhat capable person under his command who helps him get rid of the pursuit and finish.

He was able to dodge the pursuit every time, but luck was not always so good.

If you hit the iron board, you may have no chance to leave.

Elliott's heart is flustered right now, if you ask why...he has already shown it on his face.

Elliott's expression changed a lot, and Moore had to notice it.He originally wanted to follow up the progress in an ordinary way, watch the transaction be completed, then hand over the deposit and balance, and then watch the opposite party move the things back.

It was supposed to be like this.

With a cigarette in his hand, Moore walked closer. Because he was slightly taller than Elliott, he bent slightly and lowered his head, squinting his eyes to observe Elliott's expression carefully.

Elliot froze and didn't dare to move.

Moore exhaled the smoke filtered from his lungs, and sprayed it on Elliot's face who was close at hand.

There was a dangerous look in Moore's eyes, "Well... I think, it's—Elliott Smith?"

"Yes!" Elliott felt the sharp beast-like blue eyes reflect himself fiercely in these pupils, and cold sweat immediately broke out behind him, instantly soaking his back.

Moore smiled inexplicably, and didn't know if he could see anything, so he got up directly, "I... look forward to being with you."

"Do you know me too?" Moore turned his head and took another puff of cigarette and asked silently.

There was no emotion in his tone, but it made Elliott's body stiffer even after he was almost fished out of the water, "Basically everyone has a copy of the photo of the leader of 'Secondhand Smoke'."

One copy?Moore wrote this down, feeling a little doubt in his heart.

He hadn't been in Gotham for a long time before, so it's really strange that everyone has a copy... Maybe Aubrey ordered it privately, for fear that other people would break out with him?

Moore just wrote it down, but it wouldn't be related to his daily life, and there wouldn't be any trouble, so he didn't take it to heart.

He glanced at Elliott again, and in the end he just lowered his eyebrows and smoked without saying anything.

*

Under Elliott's guidance, he walked into a private room here.

Most of the transactions are in such hidden places, and because the amount is not large, Moore and his organization only need two suitcases to fill them up.

Instead, they carried as much money as three small suitcases.

Moore's cigarette had already been pinched out, and he stared at the leader opposite.

Elliott Smith is the leader of this emerging gang, but he doesn't seem to have much aura, rather he looks weak, and his subordinates are also obedient second in command.

That is, the second in command is sincere... This is the news Moore got.

Elliott hardly dared to fix his eyes on Moore. As a gang leader, he shouldn't be so weak.

Moore's eyes started to run towards the suitcase, and sure enough, Elliot's eyes immediately followed.Moore raised his eyes and bumped into Elliott, Elliott smiled embarrassedly, and seemed to have cold sweat again.

Then Moore's eyes suddenly appeared someone else's waist and abdomen.

It was the second in command who stood up and blocked his view.

"Hmmm..." Moore raised his hand and smiled inexplicably, "Elliot, right? Not much to say, let's inspect the goods now."

Elliot stopped immediately, and the anxious eyes could be seen at a glance.

Protected too well... His father protected him too well.

Moore lowered his eyes and gently waved to Elliott.

Elliot didn't dare to say anything, so he obediently leaned over and asked Moore to look at his face carefully.According to reliable sources, the leader of Morr seems to have a higher tolerance for men-especially well-behaved men.

Moore didn't know how much his actions in the afternoon had affected others.

But these extraneous things have nothing to do with him.

Moore's eyes lingered on Elliott's face for a moment, then looked at Elliott's second in command next to him, not surprisingly, he saw the slightly suppressed and forbearing expression of the second in command.

Moore raised his eyebrows, lifted the stacked leg with his raised Erlang leg, raised it up and kicked it on Elliott's chest, and gently rubbed it.

Elliott looked humiliated.The second in command looked the same as Elliott.

interesting.Moore covered the lower half of his face with his hands to prevent his smile from becoming so obvious—he wanted to be angry at first, but after seeing such a beautiful expression, Moore was not so angry.

Elliot's humiliation at the feet of Moore, who pays attention to the severity of his strikes, seems to be more than just the initial humiliation.Moore also noticed this, and his mood was not so good anymore. He frowned, kicked Elliot out, and fell directly into the sofa.

The man sitting on the sofa opposite the embarrassed Elliott was wearing a beige windbreaker. Except for the windbreaker and blue eyes, his whole body seemed to be black.

The man looked haughty, raised his chin slightly, and signaled the people behind him to inspect the goods.

After Elliott, who was still a little proud and complacent, collapsed on the sofa, he finally realized that his rank was too far behind.

The leader of 'second-hand smoke' is not something that a small role like him can compete with.

What's more... Elliot awkwardly turned his paralysis into a side lean.

His eyes subtly stayed on the shoes of the devil-like man opposite him, and he didn't care about the shoe prints on his shirt anymore.

But the next sentence of the man on the other side pushed him to the edge of the cliff.

"Boss, some of his goods are real and some are fake."

Elliott's dry, hot body instantly became cold.

*

Moore is such an observant person.When he saw such a petty attitude from the leader of a new gang, he knew that there would definitely be some problems with this transaction tonight.

However, he did not expect that Elliott seemed to be a hidden shiver.M.

Moore's mood is really delicate, after all, it seems that he himself moved the hand (crossed out) the foot first.

He looked at the goods and knew that his subordinates probably didn't have the guts to lie to him. He asked his subordinates to fish for Elliott and took Elliot's subordinates away with him.

Elliott's body had already lost all strength.

He also knew that he was very lucky to be alive tonight... Although, despite the fact that he might become Moore's...

Strangely, Elliot was not so repulsive in his heart.

He looked back at his subordinates, still apologetic in his heart.

But it was, it would be like this...

But to his surprise, Moore didn't say anything like 'send him to my room', but said, "After today, your organization will no longer exist, and you will know what you have done. ?”

Looking at Elliot's blank eyes, Moore clicked his tongue irritably, "Throw him and his second-in-command into the same room."

Second in command?

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, but did as they did.

*

Aubrey Case has always been the apparent leader of 'Secondhand Smoke'. He didn't tell others that he had a behind-the-scenes boss until the real leader was about to return to Gotham.

The subordinates who knew about it were all in an uproar, and several cadres didn't dare to say more, but according to Aubrey's words and the way of telling, how could they not be allowed to talk about it in private?

'Moore', the boss behind 'Secondhand Smoke', had been telling Aubrey to hide him so they wouldn't suspect him if they got caught.

Knowing that the organization is now stable and has some say in Gotham, the boss behind the scenes plans to come out and collect the results.

Such a boss is really too bad, isn't it?

So everyone in the organization has a photo.

There are even people in other organizations who have this picture.

As for the 'second-hand smoke' voluntarily released or stolen secrets, who would care?

They just want to watch the show. After all, strength is the most important thing here. After all, this is Gotham.

Moore didn't care about the gazes of those people, although the gazes of those people might contain the meaning of "So he not only did it himself, but also others did it."

Moore is arrogant, and it is not rare to explain it.

He seems to have a little relationship with everyone, and they all seem to be ambiguous, but when people who think they are friends ask him what they know very well, or how close they are to Moore Sometimes... they will suddenly realize, and then be speechless.

Moore is close to everyone, dealing with everyone, wandering among them, you may not know whether he is telling the truth or lying to you.

After all, his expression always looks so casual.

Moore sighed slightly, the place was inexplicably depressed, his hands were itchy again, and he wanted to smoke again.

But no, hold back, you can't smoke that much.

He walked into Aubrey's room without turning his eyes. Although he was still working, Moore was already sitting on the bed in Aubrey's room, looking around Aubrey's room.

The last thing Gotham lacks are surveillance cameras.

Moore saw the monitor and greeted the monitor with a smile.

Aubrey sitting in the office on the other end of the monitor: "..."

The leader is here, what can he do?

Of course, continue to deal with business, leave him alone!

But it was obvious that he couldn't do what he wanted.

Someone knocked on the door and came in to report what happened tonight.

Aubrey put his hand to his stomach. He not only has to clean up the mess for Moore now, but also endures the rumors that will be flying everywhere tomorrow.

There are not only the "Moore looked down on the emerging gang and just wiped it out", but also "the leader stayed in Aubrey's room". These subordinates of Aubrey are good at everything, but they can't control their mouths - there are also him I was blamed for spreading Moore's rumors at the beginning, but I can't stop it now.

*

At the same time, a golden circle of light suddenly appeared in a certain dark and inconspicuous alley.

"I don't say things like 'stay safe'."

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