I asked you to go to jail, how come you are invincible?.

Chapter 303 The God of Creation
Gotham.

Jason put a mask on his face, then walked to the door of a bar in Gotham District and tapped his hand on the door regularly several times.

Just from the time he walked to the door of the bar and tapped the door with his fingers, there were two drive-by robberies, a car accident, two armed fights, and even the sound of a cash transport truck being robbed in the distance. Loud noise.

Gotham is such a lawless place, a no-owner's land that has been abandoned by the federation.

It can be said that as long as you have the urge to commit a crime one day, then buy a plane ticket, sit in the metropolitan area, and then find a black car and let it take you into Gotham.

Why a black car?

Because ordinary buses and taxis don't dare to drive here rashly. Once they drive into Gotham, it's unclear whether they can get out.

But it is precisely because of the riots and disorder here that it provides opportunities for more gray industries.

After tapping the door with his fingers, the door did not open, but a door next to the bar opened.

Behind the door was a deformed dwarf. He even had to step on a chair to unscrew the door handle and then open the door.

Jason glanced at him, then walked straight behind the door without even leaving a tip.

Behind the door is a long and narrow staircase extending downward. The uneven bricks on both sides are even seeping water, and the moss is thick. If you touch it with your hands, you will feel slippery and cold.

Walking down the steps to the lowest point, a bar built underground suddenly came into view.

The waiters were walking among the crowd in revealing clothes. Everywhere they could stuff something was filled with banknotes, and those banknotes were also wet with some viscous liquid, giving off an unpleasant smell. odor.

Various illegal drugs, condoms, and pornographic magazines were thrown on the ground, and three words stood out in the entire environment.

Dirty and messy.

There were a few dim chandeliers overhead, but the lights were dim and coupled with the decadent atmosphere in the underground bar, it was like a nest where sin breeds.

Jason soon saw the person he was looking for at the edge of the bar. He walked over, sat down next to him, took out a few strange-shaped coins from his pocket, and placed them on the bar, "Whatever. How about a drink?"

The man sitting in the corner turned around. Even in such a dim scene, he still wore his pair of sunglasses that almost covered his entire face and asked aloud: "The famous Jason O. Mr. Altman, it’s been a long time since I last saw you. It seems like a long time has passed since you last met with me in private, right?”

Jason's expression was a little fierce, "It's been a long time indeed. The way you talk is still so disgusting and mean. If possible, I don't want to come to you."

"Mr. Jason was joking, what can I do?" The man closed the novel in his hand, picked up the cocktail on the table, and took a sip, "I'm just an ordinary person who can be seen everywhere. I'm just wearing sunglasses, so I stand out a little more than others."

Jason lowered his head and looked at the novel in his hand, which was called "My Eyes Can Petrify Others." Then he looked up at the man in front of him, "I don't want to talk too much nonsense to you, I have something to do. I want you to help me with your black humor, I know your prices are high, but your efficiency is also very high."

As he spoke, Jason placed a bottle of blue potion between himself and the man, "Do you recognize this thing?"

The man pulled up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, then glanced at the blue potion on the table and said, "Well...should I recognize this thing?" "This is not important anymore," Jason said, " This is a good opportunity for my reputation to skyrocket. I heard that something seems to exist near Fahsa Bay recently. You inject this thing into its body, and I will take care of the rest."

Listening to Jason's words, the man nodded with a half-smile, "Well... this plan is really good. It is similar to the birth of Gray Mist before. Is it possible... you are not afraid of moving like Gray Mist?" Shooting yourself in the foot?

"You must know that the current gray fog has not completely dissipated. At least 30% remains, and it is continuing to cause damage."

Jason's face hidden by the mask showed angry emotions, "But there is no other way. Now that group of people have put this thing in front of me, for the sake of my own reputation, I have no other way! "

The man's eyes under his sunglasses rolled around, and then he said: "If there is another way, I have one, but I don't know if you are willing to implement it. At least it will be a huge blow to your reputation. promote."

After hearing the man's last words, Jason's pupils dilated slightly and he immediately asked: "What is the solution? Let me listen to it?"

The man leaned to the side, leaned into Jason's ear, and whispered something.

After listening to the man's words, Jason's face suddenly showed a somewhat tangled expression, "Is this method... really feasible? The prerequisite for completing this plan is to build momentum, right? Who will do this?"

"Don't worry, you are our Black Humor customer. Our Black Humor always adheres to the principle of customer first. As long as the customer has needs, we will go all out and try our best to achieve it!

"It's just a matter of building momentum. Even if you want us to make you a hero who saves the world and make you a god, we can do it!"

Listening to the man's boastful words, Jason curled his lips and said, "What about 'we'? Aren't you the only one doing things in black humor? Aren't the others the cannon fodder you hired?"

"No, no, no," the man shook his finger, "Actually, there are two people in black humor."

"One is you, and the other is still you, right? I have basically mastered your speaking routine, and you still want to lie to me? Impossible!"

Jason stood up and walked towards the exit of the underground bar, "Anyway, let's do as you say. I'll leave the matter to you and leave it to you. I'm relieved. I hope our cooperation can be perfect." , I will call you for the deposit later.”

Watching Jason leave, the bartender at the bar came to his seat with Jason's wine glass, only to find that Jason was missing.

"It's okay, just leave it here," the man pointed at the table, "If he doesn't drink it, I'll drink it."

The bartender nodded, and then took out a coaster from under the bar with a doe painted on it. He placed it under the wine glass and pushed it towards the man wearing sunglasses.

Seeing the water droplets falling on the coaster along the cold cup wall, the man seemed to laugh unconsciously, and then murmured to himself.

"Oh, God-making...

"It seems out of reach, but it doesn't seem to be very difficult."

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