Honey, killing is my job [Batman]

The clustered clouds were blown by the wind into slender ribbons, and the setting sun projected on the Tianhe River became blue and purple, and the clouds turned into orange red and gold embellishments. The night wind blows away the last sliver of heat, and the night falls again. .

The high-heeled shoes made a "da, da, da" sound. Walking on the dark street, the figure moved forward, and the clothes rubbed against each other, making a small sound.Cat meowing came from nowhere, and black shadows covered most of the corner. Hull also hid her face in the hat of the newly bought jacket, with the collars all turned up, and she wrapped herself tightly.

She was carrying her pockets, and since trousers were a scarce resource for her, her dangling white legs were in opposition to the black street.Suddenly, she heard the sound of getting closer and closer, and looked up at the train passing in mid-air.

Half of the chin is exposed under the hat, and the faint light from the upstairs window is reflected on the rabbit mask, revealing the danger of keeping strangers away in the quietness.

"Hurry up, Mrs. Minnie, you have to go back to your room!" The unknown man showed some impatience, and the woman walking beside him was obviously pushed and shoved without any annoyance. The head with brown curly hair swayed along with the unsteady body.

"Little Jerry is not happy, do you want to accompany me tonight?" She stretched out her wrinkled fingers like a few dead trees, but her fingernails were still painted bright red, which made her uncomfortable. "Haha, my sister is rich tonight."

"I think what you should do is to lie on the bed quickly." The man expressionlessly opened Mrs. Minnie's hand, pushed the drunken old man under the old house on the corner of the street, and left quickly.

If it wasn't for the fact that the bar still needs to protect these most basic security, he wouldn't come near this old house.In Gotham City, what he likes is the dream of luxury and money, where he becomes rich overnight and then falls down to the point that he doesn't even have underwear left.And this 50-[-]-year-old woman, she is nothing, an ant struggling at the bottom, her most glorious period of youth and beauty has passed.

The man hated to think of that face covered in makeup, so he had to quicken his pace, as if this could shake off the unhappiness in his mind.

He walked in such a hurry that he didn't even see the black rabbit who was hiding at the side at random. The black jacket was like a black death robe.Jerry shuddered unconsciously out of instinct, and walked away cursing.

Mrs. Minnie, who was wearing heavy makeup with low-quality cosmetics that gave off a pungent fragrance, leaned against the door with a smile while holding the wine bottle.The key was in her little purse, which she left on the stone steps.

She couldn't remember how many days she hadn't eaten, and her hungry stomach had turned into a burning sensation from the strong alcohol. This is the guest's bet today, who can let the old woman—Menie herself still eat? In exchange for being able to dance a sexy dance.She could no longer tell the high-end taste or brand of the champagne and spirits that were rewarded, and she kept pouring them down her stomach.She was old, and she was all too aware of that fact.

Mei Ni didn't remember if she was young, she was trafficked by human traffickers to do sex, she didn't know how long she had been doing it, and she couldn't even remember whether she had resisted before, and whether she had suffered sex after resisting.Over the years, I have seen all kinds of people, contaminated with everything that shouldn't be contaminated, and the numb and rotten soul is like a swamp that emits a foul smell all the time.

She's broken, inside and out.

"Crack-"

The black rabbit pulled the trigger and deliberately made a loud noise in the dark corner.

Mrs. Minnie still leaned against the door, as if she didn't hear anything, holding the wine bottle and looking at the night sky without a few stars.

She smiled melancholy, she couldn't live anymore, she only had a flabby figure and a dilapidated house, and she wouldn't be able to pay the rent next week.She hasn't opened a store for a long time, and that meager deposit is only negative.

"The old guy really doesn't have any desire to live. Alco is so much better than her." Hull scratched the mask under his chin with his fingers, and pointed the gun at Mrs. Minnie.

"boom!"

There was a rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other, followed by a muffled groan from the collision of flesh.The pitch-black gun fell to the ground, and the black rabbit leaned against the wall and pressed his numb left arm.Everything happened so fast just now, she abruptly received a punch from the man who had sent a message to threaten her before, and she was so shocked that she couldn't hold the gun in her left arm.

The hat slipped off, and the two pricked up rabbit ears connected to the mask, and the black rabbit swears: "Damnit! Where did you come from?!"

Batman stood opposite her. His whole body of black equipment added an invisible deterrent to him. Quietly, the beauty of tough lines and textures was highlighted by the moonlight under the clouds. The burst of power may be in the next second.

"I said it a long time ago, Black Rabbit. In Gotham City, you'd better not make any noise."

"It's better that no one else should find me. The employer takes the money and I do the work. I think this is the correct procedure." The black rabbit took a step across, watching Batman's movements from the corner of his eyes, and quickly picked up the gun on the ground. "It's not a good habit to meddle in other people's business, Mr. Batman."

"Maybe you should go to jail and know what the correct procedure is. No matter how you explain it, a crime is a crime." Batman's tall figure blocked all of Black Rabbit's sight, and the drunken Mrs. Minnie almost collapsed Delirious on the ground, there was no sound.

No one knows her current condition, and no one can take her condition into consideration.

Black Rabbit also pondered over the information in his words silently. It would not be worthwhile to be caught and imprisoned by Batman in order to kill an old man. He might not be able to escape under his hands, but...

She looked at Batman, showing a beautiful chin and thin lips pursed into a serious smile. Those deep eyes were also looking at Hei Tu. She estimated that she was only as tall as his shoulders. This man is really strong...