The Richest Man in the DC World

　　 August 9th, eight o'clock in the morning.

　　 Today is a very special day. Gotham City, which has always been shrouded by dark clouds, has seen a rare picture of the rising sun.

　　 The red sun rises high, and the sun covers the earth.

　　 But this has nothing to do with the citizens of Gotham. The heavy economic pressure prevents them from having time to admire the roadside scenery. Everyone is in a hurry, walking on the wide streets like puppets.

　　 At the crossroads, a magazine editor who was walking and reading a newspaper ran into a female white-collar worker who was drinking coffee with her head down. The editor hurriedly said sorry. Seeing that the female white-collar looks good, he wanted to have a few words.

　　 At this time, a leaflet fell underfoot.

　　 He picked up the leaflet and glanced at it casually. After confirming the content on it, he froze in place like a wooden sculpture.

　　 Seeing that his face is troubled, the white-collar worker hurriedly said,

　　 "Sir, are you all right."

　　 The middle-aged suddenly recovered, pulled out a smiling face that wasn't ugly, collected the flyers, and walked away.

　　 "Sir, your wallet!"

　　 The female white-collar worker yelled a few words, but the middle-aged woman ignored her, her pace was getting faster and faster, and she soon disappeared in the crowd.

　　 "What a weird person!"

　　 The female white-collar worker shrugged, expressing incomprehension, bent down to pick up the purse on the ground, a leaflet fell from above, just on the purse.

"what is this?"

　　 The female white-collar worker picked up the flyer and looked curiously:

　　 Martin Jesse, Mayor of Gotham City, March 2001...May 2002...2003...The briber: Carmine Falcone;

　　Killian B. Rob, Chief of the Gotham City Police Department, July 1996...Christmas 1996...May 1998...Thanksgiving 2002, the briber: Carmine Falcone;

　　 Toque Martial, the president of the city council...

　　Brut Dean, President of the State Court...

　　 Fisk J. Clay, District Attorney...

　　 Familiar and unfamiliar names appeared one after another, and it was not speech, merit, administrative proposition, but bribery, bribery, robbery, drugs, arms, black money...

　　 The female white-collar worker covered her mouth and exclaimed: God!

　　 More than a dozen drones passed over Gotham City.

　　The warehouse door opened, and the leaflets that recorded the dark side of Gotham City poured down like rain, covering almost all the streets, large and small.

　　 During the rush hour, there is a constant flow of vehicles and people passing by on the street.

　　 The emergence of the flyer is like pressing the pause button of time. Everyone, whether drivers or passengers, office workers or small vendors, just pick up the flyer on the ground, and it will become a sculpture in the next second.

　　 The noise disappeared, and Gotham City fell into strange silence.

　　 City Hall, Martin Jesse just finished his breakfast shop and was about to start his day's work. Assistant Hobson hurried in.

　　 "Mr. Jesse, it's not good, something happened."

　　 "How many times have I told you, don't panic when something happens, keep calm."

　　 Martin Jesse tidyed up his tie methodically, and found it unsightly, so he took a new one from the cabinet full of top ties.

　　 As the saying goes, emigrate, raise qi!

　　He used to be an obscure bank teller who was trembling all day, fearing to lose his job; now he is different, the two parties politicians, the current mayor of Gotham City, the top figure in the upper class of the United States.

　　Since he has become a high-class person, he must maintain his proper demeanor. Being calm and calm are the most basic qualities.

　　 Assistant Hobson opened his mouth speechless, thought about it, and put the flyer on the table.

　　 "Mr. Jesse, you should take a look! An accident really happened."

　　 Martin Jessie picked up the flyer and glanced at it casually. In the next second, the rosy cheeks seemed to be drained of blood and instantly turned pale.

"How can it be?"

　　 "Where did this thing come from? Who gave it to you, tell me."

　　 Martin Jessie couldn’t help but yelled, his face was blue and white, and he was so ferocious that he wanted to eat people. He was taken aback and said quickly,

　　 "Some people use drones to distribute flyers over the city, and they are spreading on the street."

　　 "Damn it!"

　　Martin Jesse yelled, pulled his tie off and threw it to the ground, pacing back and forth in the room, sweat on his face soon,

　　 "Call Far...no, call Chief Luo Li, and I will call it myself."

　　 Martin pointed to the door, "Go and inform the bureau chiefs so that they can rush to the city government as quickly as possible. I can't see anyone in 20 minutes, so this chief should stop doing it."

　　 "I see, I will go now."

　　The assistant nodded, walked up, and was called back before reaching the door.

　　 "There are also major news media, who can call in, I want to hold a press conference, false statements must be clarified."

After giving the command, Martin Jesse breathed a sigh of relief and took a look at the flyer. Fear and despair appeared again. He dared not wait for a second. He took out his phone and called Falco tremblingly. Phone inside.

　　 When he received the call, Falcone already knew about the flyer, and told him in a calm tone that he didn't panic and everything would be fine.

　　 After a few minutes of soothing, Falcone finished hanging up and kicked on the table, his face gloomy enough to drip.

　　 "Where is Sidney? Where is he?"

The butler hurriedly said, "I have already sent someone to ask, and his family said that Sidney went out to work at night and did not return overnight. No one knew what he was going to do. The pilot of the private jet provided a clue. It was around 11 o'clock last night. Sidney called him to get him ready for takeoff, but he waited till morning and no one came."

　　 The butler looked up and said in a mosquito-like voice, "There are only so many known clues."

　　 "FUCK!"

　　Falcone roared like a beast, "Damn Jew, how dare you betray me."

　　 The butler trembled and his head lowered.

　　 The door of the house opened and Johnny Witty strode in.

　　 "Uncle, we sent someone to collect the flyer."

　　Falcone looked at him coldly, UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　 "Flyers are all over Gotham City, tell me how to collect them?"

　　 Johnny said grimly, "We collect them street by street, and whoever dares not to give them will kill them."

　　 Falcone resisted the urge to push him into the pit, and raised his finger to the door of the house.

　　 "Fuck me, don't worry about the flyer."

　　 Johnny clenched his fists and left with an ugly face.

　　 Anger after another burst from the bottom of my heart, Falcone shook his head, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

　　 "Master, are you okay!"

　　 Falcone pushed away the butler and said word by word.

　　 "Call the bosses of major newspapers, at 8:40, Mosag Hotel, I want to meet them."

　　 "I will make arrangements now."

　　 After the housekeeper left, Falcone took out his cell phone and dialed a call he had never dialed before. After receiving the promise from the other party, his gloomy face finally calmed down.

There was a knock on the door, and a thin white man with an inch head and a scar on his left face pushed in. He was Edwin Mitch, Falcone's most trusted subordinate and one of the three biggest killers. .

　　 "Boss, you find me!"

　　Falcone rubbed his eyebrows and said solemnly.

"Go and trace the drone. I want to know who is behind me. Also, send a few trusted men to control Sidney's family. No one is allowed to hurt them without my order. "

"understood."

　　 Edwin Mitch nodded, turned and left.

　　 A few more orders, Falco's fear in his heart finally disappeared. Although the situation is not optimistic, he still has the confidence that the family's decades of business are not so easily destroyed.