Honey, killing is my job [Batman]

Hull wiped her seedling knife, and the narrow silver light flashed coldly, reflecting on her head with messy hair, shining Hull's light gray eyes.She blinked and looked through the email sleepily. Wade sent her a photo of Sisters Margaret and the weasel in the bar giving her the middle finger at the screen. She sighed.There was a ding dong on the phone to indicate that the amount had been credited. At this moment, she decided to move out of the kennel where the ceiling was leaking, the wooden floor was creaking, and the curtains and sofa could not see the original color.

There were still a few bloody bullets on the ground, which fell after being shot into the body last night after the wound healed.Wearing pink slippers, she lazily brushed the hair on her shoulders, and kicked the bullets to the corner of the wall.The wallpaper on the upper east and west sides drooped and was covered with dust. She walked to the next bathroom to wash up without any abnormality.The quilt on the fairly clean bed was messy, and the firearms were randomly placed on it, and the suitcase was opened and placed next to the bed.

Wrapped in a bath towel, Hull chose among the few clothes, and finally decided to wear the black Gothic skull T-shirt, which was spacious and comfortable, and it was convenient for hiding things. Put all the broken things into the suitcase and close the door to leave.

The old urban area is not far from the new urban area, and the new urban area has frequent traffic and trade exchanges and is very close to the narrow island.

She beckoned to hitch a ride, her black-faced red-soled high-heeled shoes turned upwards, looking very relaxed.Hull held a small book and looked at the address patiently.

"Jonathan Klein, professor of psychology at the university...Arkham Asylum?" Hull raised her eyebrows upwards, which was unexpectedly only a few letters away from the Eminem Orphanage she had stayed in when she was 'children', sometimes I can't stop fate from coming.Terrible thing, this professor is a target for assassination, so in her view, it is a walking purse.

The taxi driver was a middle-aged man with a kind face. Hearing Hull's name, he chatted very friendlyly: "He is not a good man. He has helped Fecone's subordinates to get away with many crimes in the court."

"Oh?" Hale asked.

Seeing that she was interested, the driver continued to talk eloquently: "He gave false certificates to those unscrupulous guys in the court, proving that they have mental problems so that they can be sent to the Arkham Mental Hospital and then escaped. Huh... thinking that the citizens are all idiots Is it? But this looks normal, Gotham City has always been like this, how big is the gap between the rich and the poor, and how many police officers do not take bribes, let alone a professor?"

"Then you should honestly charge by the hour, and think I'm an idiot?" Hull put the pistol on his back, and through the rearview mirror, he saw that half of the face hidden behind the car was covered with cold sweat. Looking back at him with a smile.

He wanted to slaughter the customers who refused to obey, and then called the police to bribe the police, saying that if someone rides in a bully car, the less courageous will accept their fate and be slaughtered. Obviously this time it won't work.He broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly turned the meter back to normal, but the gun on his back never left, and he reached his destination without a word.

Hull dropped the money happily, got out of the car and left, but the speed of the taxi was faster, and it drove away almost as soon as she got out of the car.

The glass of high-rise buildings piled up with money is clean and can reflect light, the high-speed railway speeds through the sky and high-rise buildings, elite white-collar workers walk confidently on the sidewalk with laptops or briefcases... everything and everything The old city with its slums is like two worlds.

She still hasn't found a plan on how to do it... Why did the sports car with super cool lines stop in front of her?

"The bat device you need for location tracking has already been sent to Afu, so where does Master Wayne need to go to explore this time?" Lucius Fox, the veteran of Wayne Enterprises and the new Gotham City playboy No. The .1 dude played charades.

"No, this time I need to catch a rabbit." Bruce replied with a smile and a wireless Bluetooth headset. This latest Lamborghini named "Bat" is now going to pick up his new girlfriend with a very arrogant attitude. Friends, presumably the entertainment headlines will be another unwarranted hot news.

Fox asked curiously, "Rabbit?"

"Well, it's still a bad rabbit who is not afraid of death." Bruce pressed the phone, and saw a thin figure in a cheap T-shirt dragging a suitcase lazily on the street.He didn't speak, and stopped the car to see her approaching.

Hull thought that there were no such inhuman friends in his circle of friends. Of course, maybe they were guests?She carried the box around the car and continued to walk forward, and "Bat" followed.Hull raised the corners of his mouth, very good, Gotham City is such a good place, business comes one after another.

The weather turned cooler, and the cool autumn wind swept across her cheeks, bringing up a strand of long hair.Her sly eyes seemed to be planning something as she turned her head, Hull turned around and stopped, bent over and smiled at Sunshine, she knocked on the closed car window and said, "Hey, sir, what help do you need? "