[Comprehensive Yingmei] Me and my four unjust brothers

"Hey...hey...Merrell, I'm just kidding, you should save your money for medical treatment, you are not in good health." Dick comforted quickly.

It's over, if Merrell is pissed off, Bruce can't cut him?

Merrell bowed his waist and coughed desperately, and at the same time waved his free hand at Dick, so that Dick would not be so worried, and his cough was not caused by Dick.

In fact, Merrell has already set off a thousand waves in his heart. Did Dick Grayson grow up eating gold?

One million yuan can be spent in a month. It's better not to let him bear this kind of prodigal brother. It's good for Bruce to support him.

Fortunately, Dick wasn't serious. If Merrell was really allowed to raise Dick, Merrell might have to think of other ways to make money, such as letting the Shadow Corps move bricks, and he could be a professional counterpart.

For example, giant shadows are suitable for construction sites, ordinary ninja soldiers can be sent to the deacon cafe, shadow bites can be used as small pets, helmet shadows can be used to chop vegetables, mantis shadows and bayonets can go to the fields...

But this question really caused Merrell to think deeply.

Bruce will grow old sooner or later. Money is not unlimited, which means that it will be spent sooner or later. Can Bruce, who is used to luxury and extravagance, get used to the life of ordinary people?

His eldest brother, Dick Grayson, has a serious job and earns thousands of dollars a month, but he can spend millions a month. He is a prodigal son. If Bruce had no money to support Dick's consumption, the consequences would be disastrous.

Looking at his second brother, Jason Todd is a biker. To put it bluntly, he is a group of rebellious young people doing nothing on the street, racing cars, giving middle fingers, spitting, and street fights. An ignorant person.

His third brother, Tim Drake, is quite powerful. Although he is only 19 years old and has already achieved the position of president of Wayne Enterprises, he is the type who is very good at making money, but does he love work a little too much?

Merrell glanced at Tim worriedly. He also looked very weak, and he might fall ill one day.

Tim, who received Merrell's inexplicably worried gaze, slowly tapped out a question mark.

As for Damian Wayne, although Merrell doesn't have a deep understanding of Damian, but based on Damian's appearance as a bully, Merrell doesn't think Damian is very good at it. money maker.

When he thought that he would have to support the entire Wayne Manor in the future, and that the burden of reviving the Wayne family would most likely fall on him, Merrell couldn't help but sigh.

Tim, who could easily see that Merrell was thinking a lot, couldn't help laughing. He didn't know what Merrell was thinking, but Merrell's death-defying look was too funny.

"What were you thinking?" Tim asked.

Merrell replied firmly: "It is our duty to revive the glory of Wayne Manor!"

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After dinner, Merrell returned to the room immediately, and so did the others, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding. After dinner, they said good night to each other, and then went back to the room to do their own things, at least in Merrell's eyes. That's right.

What Merrell didn't know was that after he entered the room, everyone pressed their feet tacitly to avoid Morrell and walked out of the room, entering the Batcave through the fireplace in the hall.

They usually wait for Merrell to fall asleep before going to the Batcave. There is a reason tonight, and they must gather urgently.

Merrell didn't bother to wait for his family to fall asleep anymore. He received an order from his subordinates not long ago——

It was the two employees who were pried from the 13th district to the new [-]th district by Merrell. The intelligence collection work of the two of them was very good, especially with the support of the intelligence network with the red hood, Merrell only spent two days Basically understand the status quo of the gray area of ​​Gotham.

His subordinate Tang Keer sent a message to inform that the Penguin returned a carload of banknotes from abroad today.

This is the funds earned by Penguin through black transactions in his industry Iceberg Club. Penguin naturally knows how many people are staring at this fund, not only a few 'business' opponents, even the Bat Family Staring at the money.

The Bat-Family needs the money to prove that the drug trade conducted by the Penguin is real, lest the Penguin escape the law.

Penguin thought very well. He wanted to send a large number of men to protect his armored vehicle with a high profile. It was best to let everyone know that Penguin's armored vehicle was going to pass by.

Then wait for the Bat family to fight the gangsters who came to snatch the cash truck.

Half an hour later, an ordinary ice cream truck with music playing will detour around the road to avoid gangsters. No one will know that the ordinary ice cream truck is Penguin's real cash truck.

The Penguin had already thought up a plan to let the two cars set off one after the other, so that everyone could focus on the first fake armored vehicle, and then silently send the real armored vehicle to the other side. arrive.

Two dogs fight, play off.

However, he was destined to miss a move, and that was Merrell and his shadow army.

After Merrell learned about the situation of various forces in Gotham from the hands of the red hood, he immediately deployed shadow soldiers to infiltrate the strongholds of prominent criminals in Gotham. .

Yes, black eats black.

The plan that Merrell came up with to revive the Wayne Manor is to start black and black from now on, and then find a way to launder the money, and change it to a legitimate way to get it out.

...It has to be said that although Merrell has lived in San Francisco all year round, the blood of Gotham is flowing in his body. Only Gotham people can do such a crazy thing.

Merrell left a shadow soldier in the room pretending to be asleep, and he jumped out of the window into the dark night.

Everything developed as expected by the Penguin. The Bat Family, Romans, and the Black Mask gang blocked the cash truck on the inaccessible suburban streets. Under his command, the Quartet forces fought.

The penguin, who was sitting in the ice cream truck, holding a tablet and watching the battle with a flying camera, felt that he was simply too smart. Just such a simple and easy plan could turn those idiots around.

Worthy of the title of King of Gotham Underground.

The more the penguin thought about it, the happier he was, and finally he couldn't help but let out a laugh, like a penguin's scream, which made the driver in front of him tremble violently, the tires made a sharp sound of skidding, and the car stopped in the middle of the road with a sudden brake .

Because Penguin was too fat and didn't wear a seat belt, he slammed headfirst into the front seat, and his sharp laughter stopped abruptly.

The Penguin rubbed his forehead and asked sinisterly, "Young man, do you not want to do it anymore?"

"I'm sorry, boss." The driver quickly apologized, and at the same time stepped on the accelerator to try to restart the car.

"What? You can't even drive the car now?" Seeing that the car still hadn't started, the Penguin sneered. Apart from the sarcasm, he was also a little flustered, because the Bat Family was just one street away from here.

The driver also wondered why there was no response no matter how hard he stepped on the accelerator.

"Boss, there seems to be someone standing in front of you." The thug sitting in the co-pilot rubbed his eyes, and opened it again as if there was no one there.

The Penguin immediately looked up, and the place illuminated by the headlights was a piece of white withered grass and rusty trash cans, which seemed a bit like a ghost scene.

The only thing missing is the person who his subordinates said.

"There was a real person just now..." The Penguin didn't speak, and the thug also knew what the Penguin meant. He hurriedly said: "It's a person wearing a black robe and a ghost mask... No... it can't be a ghost, right?"

There are no residents in this wilderness at all, only some beggars may live in this kind of place, but there is no brazier around, which means that there are no beggars nearby, and he clearly saw a person blocking the car just now, and in the blink of an eye Just nothing.

He only wanted one possibility, that there were ghosts.

Penguin made a quacking laugh, he didn't believe there were ghosts in this world. "Ghost? I killed so many people, ghosts can't hang around me, what the hell? There are ghosts?!"

Penguin looked out of the windshield in shock, and there was really a person standing not far away.

The man was wearing a pure black robe, which didn't look like the kind that normal people would wear in terms of style. On the contrary, it was easily reminiscent of a bat family in strange costumes.

But that's definitely not a member of the Bat-family.

The face of the person in front of him was covered with an ugly and oppressive red mask. The fangs on the mask were entangled up and down, forming a ferocious smile. A pair of black eyes stared at the penguin. Those were not human eyes, and the mask could not be seen. hole.

This makes it impossible for Penguin to distinguish between humans and humans.

Danger.

The alarm bell in Penguin's heart rang. At this moment, he could hear his own heartbeat, and the cold sweat had already wet his back.

As the headlights went off strangely and then turned on again, this figure appeared in front of the car, with black eyes staring at Penguin through the car window.

At this moment, the four big men in the car screamed in panic at the same time. They flopped around in the car, causing the ice cream truck full of banknotes to shake.

The Penguin closed his eyes and shouted sharply: "Drive! Drive!! Kill him!!!"

The driver didn't dare to open his eyes, and stepped on the accelerator indiscriminately. The tires finally started to spin, but with a click, the car shook violently, and then stopped moving.

There is the sound of water dripping on the ground, could it be blood?

Feeling that the car must have hit someone, the Penguin finally boldly opened his eyes, and saw a monster with a strange figure lying on the front hood of the car, and the sharp, huge hand that looked like a praying mantis jagged pierced through it. The front hood pinned the ice cream truck hard into the ground.

The movement just now did not hit anyone at all, but the monster lying on the car pierced the car.

Sensing the penguin's gaze, the monster turned its head towards the penguin, and stared at the penguin with its hooked red eyes full of murderous intent.

The Penguin quickly looked back, his heart rate was extremely fast, and his blood pressure had already risen.

As soon as he looked back, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be an extra person beside him. The penguin who realized this stiffly raised his head, and Merrell, who was wearing a mantis mask, was sitting next to the penguin.

Sensing Penguin's gaze, Merrell raised his hand and greeted him leisurely: "Good evening."

The Penguin was heartbroken and passed out directly.

Merrell choked on a word in his heart. He just wanted to introduce himself to the sewer king and let Gotham know that they would have a new law enforcement officer to take over the city.

As a result, before he could say a word, Penguin passed out directly.

Merrell: ? ? ?That's it, that's it?

Well, he had to admit that he did have a little mischievous idea in it, but he really didn't expect Penguin to be so unintimidating.

General Manny let out a disdainful laugh, and the voice he spit out was male and female. "It's so embarrassing, this Gotham City is nothing more than that, but also the king of the underground? I think those from the Mafia are better than them."

Merrell nodded seriously, that's true, at least the members of the Mafia won't be so easily scared to faint, and they still have to compete with the Dragon Group to grab the mask, they would rather wear the mask on their buttocks and never be able to sit down. Willing to give the mask to the dragon team.

It can be said that the phrase "I would rather be a real man for a day than a coward for a lifetime" was run through. '

The author has something to say:

It was Afen who wore the mask on his buttocks.

Little Penguin: Gently kill~