[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

Fast yawned, pushed the red wine glass he had just sipped to the side of the table, took out the dice cup from under the table, held two dice between his fingers, leaned on the sofa, looked at the ceiling carved with dark patterns, Randomly tossing the dice.

He has been waiting here for almost 10 minutes, and more and more people gathered, much more than the nobles who came to the Gotham Charity Gala.

It seems like they all prefer 'events' where they can fully present themselves without any pretense, rather than 'donate money' to the assholes of the goddamn society, those bastards who deserve to rot in the ghetto.

The rhythmic sound of high heels hitting the ground attracted everyone's attention. They stopped talking, lowered their heads slightly respectfully, and uniformly turned their gazes to the direction from which the sound came.

First, a pair of white lacquered high-heeled shoes appeared in Faster's eyes.

Followed by a white suit and skirt, a head of gray hair coiled on the top of the head, the whole person is extremely tall, and his face is covered by an owl mask whose material is obviously different from their mask.

As Fast had suspected, the members of the Court of Owls were not the same masks as their customers.

There are no wrinkles on the exposed part of the woman's cheeks, and her posture is full of elegance, making it impossible for people to notice that she is over sixty years old. Every time she passes by a customer, the customer's family will bow their heads for her.

Apparently, she is the 'boss' here.

Most of the customers in the cubicle left the cubicle and chose to be one of the people gathered in the hall, except for two people who were unmoved.

One was of course Fast, who was still fiddling with the dice in his hand, and stared at the member of the Owl Court with interest in his eyes.

He knew that the owls had been 'not small' lately because they'd learned some new tricks from one of the outer states.

But exactly what Fast is unclear.He was very curious, what would make the Court of Owls not hesitate to provoke Joker?

laugh.Whatever it was, it must have something to do with what the MP was going to say in the Owl Club tonight.

Fast didn't have faith in the Court of Owls, so naturally he wouldn't go out and get together with those guys who looked like believers.

But why is that person..?

Fast's gaze seemed to glance over the man in the compartment across the hall inadvertently.

Due to the dim lights in the club, Fast couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, but he only saw a silhouette, a black silhouette, so he could tell from the silhouette that it was a tall man.

Why doesn't he go out?

A member of the Court of Owls stood on the high platform and clapped their hands. The attendant next to her immediately handed over a rolled-up document. She unfolded the document, shook it, and cleared her throat.

Her voice was cold and solemn, and she first said politely: "Thank you very much for coming to the scene. This event is different from the past, so we only issued invitations to our selected guests."

"You are chosen, again, this is also a two-way choice, thank you again for being here."

No matter what they want to get, the rhetoric is valid, and it gives customers a sense of pride that they and the court of owls have chosen each other.

"The club activities we are preparing will definitely be novel activities that you have never heard of before." The woman did not say what it was, but she smiled mysteriously.

"Now, please follow me backstage."

On the Dark Zone version of Gotham map, the Owl Club occupies a very large area, but the place where the customers of the Owl Club stay is actually only the size of an ordinary bar, and its backstage has never been open to any customers.

Now it's finally in the public eye.

Fast followed the crowd to the backstage of the Court of Owls.

The decoration style of the backstage is not like in a club at all. There are crimson sofas everywhere, wine and fruit platters on the table, spotlights at the four corners, and a huge one-way glass window in front of you. You can only look out from the inside. .

Outside is a deep pit, the pit is filled with bricks, and the pit is arranged to look like a forest park, with streams, shrubs, trees, street lights, guardrails, trash cans, and amusement facilities for children .

There is only one door leading to the outside world, which has been locked, and there are several small doors on the edge covered by metal fences.

It's kind of like the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

Combined with the children lost in his territory recently, Fast also more or less guessed its use, and he frowned.

This can be a very cruel playing field.

The woman began to explain: "As you can see, this is the paradise that we spent three months building in the 'Hunting in the Woods'."

"Starting tomorrow, the club will hold regular hunting activities every month."

"We will put the prey in it. You can choose to be a hunter, pick up the weapons we have prepared for you, enter the hunting ground to hunt, or you can become a spectator watching the hunting, watching this thrilling and exciting entertainment."

"Now let you meet those prey that are dedicated to you in advance." The woman took out a remote control and pressed a certain button.

A projection screen fell, and a large number of children curled up in the dark room, crying and roaring, so pitiful.

"Please rest assured, they are homeless orphans, and there is no trace of their existence in Gotham."

"Similarly, we will not reveal your identities. In the Owl Club, everyone is that owl." The woman said meaningfully.

"Now, customers in need, please go to the side to sign up and sign the agreement. The agreement contains specific content."

After the woman finished speaking, the audience fell into silence, followed by whispers, and then the first person walked to the agreement signing platform.

He walks up and yells at the others to join him: "What we're doing is killing Gotham, those little moths should be dead, our money is in Gotham not these little bastards use."

"Those bastards in Gotham are criminals, we are not, we are killing people, this is the real me!"

The man's words touched more and more people, and they followed up to sign the agreement.

Yeah, no one will ever know who killed these kids, so why didn't they do it?Hunting and killing humans must be a very interesting thing, otherwise why are those criminals addicted to it?

Fast felt shocked and unbearably angry. His brows were deeply frowned under his mask. These children are truly innocent. They live in this chaotic city with nothing, so why should they be treated like this?

Is this capital?The poor do not deserve to have a voice, and even their right to live will be deprived.

It is already very difficult for the poor to live, but now they are reduced to the toys of the nobles?Can they live under the control of nobles?

This is really...

fuck it.

Court of Owls.

As for why the Owl Court did this, Fast also guessed, probably because they recorded the information of these people, and used it as a handle, the Owl Court intends to enter Gotham's white face.

They first need some obedient puppets.

Faster's eyes lost all light, a deep and dark place, is it the court of owls?This pedantic organization is long overdue to get out of Gotham.

Fast showed a light smile, but there was no smile in his eyes. At least now he knew what to do tomorrow night.

On the edge, a tall man is holding the guardrail of the glass window with both hands, staring at the forest hunting ground below, whispering something in his mouth.

Fast noticed him. This man, like himself, was considered an outlier in the entire club. He didn't sign the agreement like most people did, nor did he sit on a chair and discuss becoming an audience.

He was the man sitting across from Fast in the club who didn't care what the senator of the court of owls said.

So what is his purpose?

Fast stepped forward, holding the railing with both hands and making the same movement as the man. The man glanced at him uninterestedly, and continued to fiddle with the phone.

Seeing people ignoring him, Fast rested his head on his arm, staring at the man with his green eyes under the mask.

Immediately afterwards, Fast spoke without any emotion in his voice. "Why don't you join them, sir?"

The man turned and stared at Fast.

"Their fun doesn't mean it's my fun." The man replied.

He raised his lips, and a flamboyant smile appeared, his hoarse voice didn't match that smile.

"The court of owls is going back more and more, killing children who are helpless? Cowardly."

"If these vampires are really powerful, they should raise their guns and fight criminals. In fact, they are just bullying the weak."

The man took out a cigar from the cigarette case, lit it and put it in his mouth. He leaned over and approached Fast, who was already a head shorter than himself, and because his head was resting on his arm, he looked even shorter.

The man held the cigarette between his fingers, and exhaled a puff of mist. The choking smoke hit Fast's face, causing Fast to squint his eyes.

"What about you? Kid." The man's eyes plundered Faster inch by inch, and the pair of gray-blue eyes hidden under the owl mask were filled with violence and deep calculations.

This is no longer a level that makes Fast feel uncomfortable, and his momentum makes Fast feel startled.

This man clearly knew that he was not used to seeing him like this, and instead deliberately provoked him.

The man's words revealed provocation, and he also deliberately approached him to increase the pressure on his body.

Or is the man himself such a flamboyant person?

Since when did Gotham have guys of this level?What would he do?

"You didn't come here for this." The man said with certainty.

Seeing that his purpose had been debunked, Fast didn't respond, he shrugged.

"Yes. As you said, isn't killing the weak a sign of incompetence?" Fast picked up a glass of champagne that was placed on the tray of a passing servant.

He spoke as if no one else was around, and his voice was not too small.

He drank the glass of champagne quickly with his Adam's apple rolling, a drop of light yellow liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth, he lowered his eyes, stretched out his tongue to lick off the excess part of his lips, and then stretched out his thumb to wipe off the residue on his chin on the liquid.

Fast elicited a cruel smile, and he scanned the man meaningfully.

"A real hunter often appears as a prey. It's not certain who hunts who. Don't you think so, sir?"

As if the man didn't understand the temptation in Fast's words, he asked in a normal manner, "Who knows?"

Fast withdrew his smile, and stared at the man with those green eyes that had been swallowed up by starlight.

After a while, he suddenly smiled again, with two canine teeth against his red lips, looking ordinary and cute, as if the person who smiled cruelly just now was not him.

"Sir, I am very fond of you. May I know your name?"

The name Fast refers to is not a real name, but a code name. In the Owl Club, you can't call everyone Mr. or Ms., can you?

They usually have a code name, which may be temporarily compiled, or it may be a code name that is actually used by the outside world.

The man casually crushed the cigar which he had only taken two puffs from. "Match Malone, what about you?"

The man used declarative sentences, as if he was not at all worried that Fast would not tell him his code name.

"Huh? Then call me 'Jack'." Fast made up a name at random.

"Jack? Which Jack? The pirate at sea? The noble from the Titanic?"

Fast glanced at the crowd that had already started to leave, he straightened his body, and straightened his suit.

"No, it's 'Jack,' the Ripper, or 'The Fog' if you like." Fast's lips curled into a smile.

"It won't be long before we meet again, sir."

The author has something to say: another story.

Xiaofa: Sir, I like you very much.May I know your name?

Match Malone didn't change his face: Your future husband.

Then this article ends.

Immediately after I got home, I came to update. I worked overtime today, and went to the field to shoot miserably.