I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 87 This Killer Is Too Cold
Bali Street, noon on the third day after the shooting.

"Fake, the witch is the real murderer! The walls are bursting, and I don't know if anyone still lives in this house."

Moses, with his little dreadlocks, stood at the window, screaming and watching Harry's scorched apartment.

The middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes in the hall exhaled a smoke ring and said lightly, "Don't talk nonsense, just do the right thing!"

Ai Wen, a white young man with blue tattoos on his neck and wrist, pulled away his dreadlocks, Moses, and asked the man in a suit with a smile, "Boss Keto, do you want to be with me?"

The men in suits scanned the corridors on both sides. Several people were standing against the wall smoking and chatting in the corridor. The doors of several households were opened, the noise was noisy, and people came and went. There was a kind of vitality of market life.

"Hey, you guys, what about you, why don't you just go home, close the door and be honest." He shouted to the people in the corridor.

They stopped talking and the hallway was much quieter.

But they didn't move, they just stared at him blankly.

"Fake, the GCPD anti-drug team is doing business, get out of here!" Kito, the man in the suit, drew his gun and gestured left and right.

"Bang bang bang" The idle people ran away like rabbits, the iron gates of the houses were tightly closed, and the whole building was completely quiet.

Keto gave the two younger brothers an impatient wink, "Get him done!"

"OK!" Moses and Ivan pulled out their guns at the same time, and came to the door of the house opposite the chapel with a serious look.

The two did not stand in front of the door, but cautiously leaned against the wall to the left and right, clenching their pistols.

"Hans, Trulang Hans!" Moses shouted.

"Bang~bang~ ding ding dong!" Two gunshots rang out, leaving two holes the size of wine glasses on the inner wooden door, and splashing sparks on the outer anti-theft iron door.

"Boss Moses, Boss Aiwen, I swear, I really didn't lie, it was the witch Harley, who broke into my house and stole the shipment." The man in the room shouted desperately.

"Fake, you shot at Lao Tzu, and you didn't lie." Moses stretched his arm to the door.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

After only one round of bullets was fired, he was still unhappy, put on another magazine, and emptied again.

"Woooooo!" There were faint cries of little girls and babies in the room.

Ai Wen raised his hand to stop his brother, his tone was gentle but very powerful.

"Hans, you know the rules, hand over the goods, and you will be the only one in your family."

"Fake - bang, Fake - bang!" the man in the room scolded and fired a shot, and there were two more bullet holes in the door.

"I said it all, it was the witch who stole the goods. She also stole two shotguns and a large box of ammunition from Jason's family. Everyone knows, why don't you believe me!" There was a cry in the man's voice.

"Fake, do you think we are so easy to fool? The witch stole the shotgun because when she broke into Jason's house, Jason's wife subconsciously pointed the gun at her. What is she doing at your house to grab the white noodles?"

Well, Jason's is the one at the end of the hallway.

Harley broke into his home that day, escaping the first blockade of the GCPD through the bedroom window.

This is Gotham, and every household has a gun. At that time, Jason's wife took out the gun subconsciously.

Harley was wearing glasses and a mask at the time, but Jason's wife didn't recognize it. Knowing that it was Sister Diana, she put the gun away again.

But Harley was afraid that she would shoot herself with a black gun in the back, so she still took away her robbery.

"The witch is flying, there are broadcasts on TV, and even the cleaning agent is sucked, and it is normal to snatch my Du Ping before leaving!" Hans argued in the room.

"Fake! There is no end, I have a date in the evening!"

Detective Keto, who was waiting outside, was irritated by the chattering of several people, and scolded: "Are you GCPD, why are you still trying cases?!"

"Boss, he has a gun." Moses couldn't help but argue.

"You have two guns! If you can't even handle one piece of trash, what do I want you to do?" Kito said coldly.

Moses and Ai Wen looked at each other, took a deep breath, and walked to the door together. Moses kicked the door and Ai Wen shot.

"Boom - clap clap!"

Bullets flew like raindrops, and there was a scream of pain almost at the same time inside and outside the house.

Ivan was shot in the elbow holding the gun, and Hans inside seemed to be shot too.

But the door was kicked open.

"Fake!" Moses rushed into the room with red eyes. After a while, the crying of women and babies stopped first, followed by the man's painful plea.

"Dengdengdeng" appeared unexpectedly at this time. A teenage girl with a watermelon head somehow escaped Moses' arrest, rushed out like a madman, and ran out of the building crying.

Ai Wen's arm was injured, and his face was pale, leaning against the wall to stop the bleeding, unable to respond for a while.

But Keto was standing in the hall, so Moses didn't look back at all.

The detective immediately drew his gun and aimed, hesitating for a moment, but did not fire.

"Ah!" The girl was like a frightened deer, turning around and running into the corridor.

"Don't play dead here, go and kill her." Keto stepped forward and kicked Ai Wen, scolding and urging.

——Why did you shoot, did you have no courage, or were you afraid of leaving a handle?
Ai Wen cursed in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face, holding the gun in his left hand, he chased after him crookedly.

"Bang bang bang -" The girl ran to the end of the corridor, slapped the door frantically, sobbing and begging, "Save me, please, open the door, Mrs. Jason."

Well, the girl is very clever, she thought of retracing the escape route of witch Harley in such a short period of time.

"Bang——" There was a loud noise, it was a powerful shotgun.

Like a rag doll that was kicked away, the girl flew two meters upside down, hanging on the opposite wall, and even made a crisp "click" sound.

"Pfft!" She fell from the wall, unable to say a word.

"What the fuck?" Keto hurriedly retracted into the hall to avoid the attack from the corridor.

Ai Wen also hid in horror at the door of a house, leaning against the door.

"Hey, Boss Aiwen, don't get excited, it's me, the old Jason who often buys from you." Jason also huddled in front of his house and said flatteringly.

The corridor was empty, except for a small figure lying in front of Jason's door, with bright red blood flowing under him.

The shrill screams from her father continued.

"Fake, what are you doing, Jason?" Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't show his body.

"Boss Aiwen, I have seen and heard before, you are injured, and Kito BOSS is not good at using guns in public places.

As for me, I am an honest, honest and enthusiastic person, and I am happy to serve you. ' Jason said sweetly.

"What do you want? Up to 50 US dollars." Ivan felt relieved, put away the gun and walked out.

"No, I don't want money, it's my honor to serve the bosses." Jason also came out with his wife's sanitary napkin and smiled and helped Ivan press the wound.

"It's just that Hans is declining, and Boss Aiwen should also look for a new seller, right? I volunteered."

Speaking of this, he puffed out his chest and said with a big smile: "I've lived in this neighborhood all my life. I'm an old Gotham, familiar with every street and every person in need."

"Bang!" There was a dull gunshot from the Hans's house, and then Moses came out holding a bag of wet plastic bags.

There were many spatter-like bloodstains on his hands and clothes.

"Falk, Hans is such a cunning bastard that he thought of hiding the stuff in the milk carton."

"How much is left?" Keto asked, frowning.

"Less than half, I probably used it myself, and the amount of money doesn't match."

Moses took out another stack of green notes from his pocket and handed it to Keto who was approaching.

Keto didn't answer, but scolded: "Are you a newcomer, you don't even understand the rules?"

Moses was stunned for a while, then remembered that Keto was a housekeeper, not a treasurer.

"Boss Keto, I'm sorry, I'm not a newcomer, but I did just take over this position. I forgot that the payment for the goods must be handed over to Boss Fowler." Moses slapped himself honestly.

"Boss Kito, Jason wants to help us." Ivan helped his brother out of the siege in time.

"This is your job, I'm only responsible for managing you." Keto said lightly.

"The location of Jason's house is too remote." Moses frowned.

Jason immediately patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, bosses, I will find a way to find a way to rent the apartment that the witch left behind."

Kito didn't even look at him, and walked out, saying as he walked, "You ask the corpse collectors to take care of this place, I left beforehand."

Moses looked at the figure he was leaving, and sneered: "This idiot, he even scolded my newcomer for not understanding the rules, but he asked the corpse collector to deal with the corpse.

It costs hundreds of dollars for the corpse collector. Who pays? "

"A few days ago, not only did Boss Bolton get a headshot by a witch, GCPD killed and injured too many elites, and Boss Keto was also just recruited.

But he has always been our boss, and that must not be forgotten. "Evan frowned.

"I understand." Moses nodded and turned to Jason, who was smiling, "Remember to call the police later and ask GCPD to collect the body.

The public resources of the municipal and government are not used, and they are wasted? "

At night, another old apartment building on Bali Street.

A brightly painted Ford Mustang slowly drove into the underground parking lot.

Moses in the driver's seat turned to his brother beside him, and asked with concern, "Just as the doctor took out the bullet, you stayed with me to collect the bill for the afternoon, is it really okay?
Otherwise, you can stay at home and rest tomorrow.

Collecting money for bulk cargo is very simple, I can handle it alone. "

"What if you run into another Hans, can you stand it alone?" Ai Wen shook his head.

"Alas, when I was a younger brother earlier, I only envied James and Davis for being rich and powerful (ps: the two 'Iversons' who were beaten to death by Harley in the alley), and it was our turn to be in the position, only to discover this It's also a hard job." Moses said with emotion.

Looking at the rows of old low-end cars outside the window, Ai Wen patted the leather seat lightly and said with a smile, "Earlier we could only squat on the side of the street, rub our hands around the brazier, and watch passers-by like a lunatic. Luxury cars drool.

Now you look at those people on the street, who doesn't stare at your Ford Mustang with envy and jealousy?
This Gotham is both hell and heaven. We are now at least stepping on the stairs to leave hell, and complaining that climbing the stairs is too tiring is too hypocritical. "

"It really makes sense." As soon as the car stopped, a dark figure leaned over and said with a smile.

"Demon, witch!" Moses looked at the flowery smile by the window, his voice was dry, and the sweat on his forehead visibly seeped out.

"Sister Harry, we didn't offend you, did we?" Ai Wen's white face turned even paler.

　(ps: No need to explain, everyone must have guessed that this episode refers to "This Killer Is Not Too Cold".

　　Just to explain here, do not use the Chinese metropolis to understand foreign metropolises.

　　A few days ago, some readers said that I was too lazy to write Gotham in such a mess, and then said that everyone yearned for this city.

　　In fact, this is not contradictory. Even in the Great Celestial Dynasty, it is also a bigger city, and it is not peaceful.

　　New York and Chicago are famous black-state cities in reality, but they are indeed the most prosperous metropolis on the west coast of the United States. "The Killer is Not Too Cold" is located in New York, the United States.

　　The famous Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan.

　　A similar situation is the same in Europe, such as London and Paris.

　　Hurricane Rescue takes place in Paris and is based on true events.

　　In many cases, it is not that the local governments and governments are unable to control these black states, but that they themselves participate in them, or even gain the greatest interests.

　　Who ruined those clean and beautiful virgins and girls in "Hurricane Rescue"?

　　Not a big man in high society?

　　Another example is the famous Epstein, who died in the police station for no apparent reason.

　　Which police station did you die in?

　　Not the most prosperous city in the world, Manhattan?
　　Almost the same plot as Daddy Harley. )
　　
　
(End of this chapter)