primitive evolution

() Wang Lie returned to the hotel at about 11:30 in the middle of the night. He opened the door and turned on the energy-saving lamps in the room. What greeted his eyes was a mess, but Wang Lie had nothing at all except the knives he bought for Ling Chi. The entrants have worked hard for nothing.Wang Lie smiled slightly, cleaned the bed, and lay on it wearing a coat. His high perception made him feel that tomorrow might be a very interesting day.Thinking of the nightmarish figure in the darkness, Wang Lie's mouth curved slightly.

"It's really interesting," he murmured, as if he had suddenly fallen asleep, with an expression like that of a baby

And this night in Gotham City is not destined to be peaceful...

An unknown black clinic.

Under the dim light, bloody gauze can be seen everywhere, various surgical instruments are placed on the table, and a fat doctor is removing a bandage for a patient.

"It's okay, you'll be fine," he said loudly to the patient.

"I hope so, too, doctor." The voice sounded a little panicked, looking at the clothes he was wearing, he seemed to be a gang of gangsters in a chemical factory.

Suddenly he pushed the doctor away and frantically removed the bandage.

"Bring the mirror, doctor." The voice was a little nervous, a little frightened about the future, but more trembling.

The fat doctor looked at the face in front of him and almost cried out, but he held back, not wanting to add another wound to the poor man in front of him, so he slowly handed the mirror to the man.

The patient stared at himself in the mirror and suddenly froze. With a "snap", he smashed the mirror, which frightened the fat doctor.

"You have to know that the sulfuric acid has damaged your facial nerves, and now it's good enough. Besides, your face is only severely damaged, and your body has not suffered much damage." The fat doctor tried his best to comfort him.

The patient didn't speak, just glanced at him, and touched the recast face with his hands, his eyes were wide open, and he could clearly see the red blood vessels in his eyes.

With a sudden scream, he ran out of the operating room, kicked open the door of the clinic, and disappeared into the busy night.

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In an unknown corner of Gotham City, a figure in a phone booth was struggling to pick up a public phone. He was trembling all over, as if he had been cut by countless knives every time he moved a muscle.

"Doctor...how is my wife?" It sounded like this person was in great pain.

"What, it's impossible for the doctor, I saw she was fine yesterday."

"Impossible..." There was a blind tone on the buzzing phone, obviously the other party hung up the phone impatiently.

"Impossible, impossible... This figure suddenly fell down in the telephone hall, but kept talking.

He struggled to open the door of the public telephone hall, and after struggling to climb out, he leaned against the glass door.

After being silent for a long time, he suddenly burst out laughing nervously. The sound was transmitted far in this silent night, which was creepy...

2:00 am

The office building of the Mafia. The Mafia takes black and white. It operates underworld business, and it also does all kinds of serious businesses such as finance.

Aoli can be regarded as the cousin of Gree, the boss of the mafia. He is about 30 years old, physically strong, thoughtful, and vicious. He discovered and reported to Gree that the boss's woman had an affair with the gang leader.

He himself is also very dedicated to this gang. This office building has been his home for more than ten years. He is "diligent" working hard to develop the gang's business and kill competitors. Most of the orders come from this building. It was announced that his office is the place where the big bosses of the gang make decisions on important events.

"Hulahuala" Of course, as the number two figure in the Mafia, the place to live must not be shabby. This office is very large, with a bathroom, kitchen and bed, everything you need.Like every time, Aoli finished reading some documents, took a hot bath, and wore a large purple bathrobe. He walked to the desk, picked up the wine bottle above, and got a glass of mellow wine.

The office door was suddenly kicked open.

Aoli turned around quickly, and found a figure in a black coat and a top hat walking from the darkness.

"Who are you!" Aoli yelled loudly, and it turned out to be a big boss with a lot of momentum.

"Brother Aoli, have you forgotten me so quickly?"

"you are?"

"Brother Gree actually framed us for a woman. Even if my boss deserves to die, he should die. Why did he bring innocent men along?"

"Oh, you're Jack." Aoli finally remembered this man. He was a little bastard. Because his wife was sick, he had to work for the Mafia. Yes, Aoli has already bribed the prison guards and killed them all.But there was a fish that slipped through the net.

Aoli swallowed the wine in his hand in one gulp, turned around and poured a glass.

"Oli, you are still so cunning." Jack laughed.

"Still put the gun under the book?"

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Seeing that the trick was debunked, Aoli could only turn around slowly, and he found a pistol sticking out in the darkness.

"Hehe, Jack, you are just asking for money, I can give you a lot of money."

"Haha, Jack is dead, now I'm the only one." Jack slowly came out of the darkness, took off his hat, made a gentleman's salute, and saw a face that he would never forget by the light.

This originally ordinary face has changed drastically at this time, the hair has turned purple, the big eyes and hooked nose are normal, but the mouth seems to be split, from the cheeks on both sides to the corners of the mouth, The whole face looked like it was laughing.

"Call me Mr. Clown, it's no use asking for money these days"

He laughed wildly for a while, and tears seemed to burst out of his eyes.

"I'm already a person who died once, and now I feel more free."

Aoli wanted to say something else, but the only thing that greeted him was the speeding bullet.

"Crack...crack...crack" The clown kept changing his shooting posture, with a weird smile on his face all the time.

"Huh? It's out of bullets, it's really boring." The clown threw away the pistol and sat on the leather sofa, holding his face in his hands.

"It's your turn now, my Mr. Gran, and dear Batman."

The clown's terrifying laughter came from the fairly quiet building...

On the other side, in the hotel where Wang Lie was.

The night was as cold as snow, and through the small window of Wang Lie's room, one could see the night scene outside. Suddenly, the window was slowly opened...