Marvel – Immortal Path

The dark clouds are as black as ink, making the bright moon faintly discernible in the sky, listening carefully, the sound of the tides becomes louder and louder, and there is a hint of salty smell of the ocean in the air.

"From 23:00 today to 8:00 tomorrow morning, the weather is heavy rain, the wind direction is northerly, the wind is 6 to Level 7, and the visibility is 3km. The general public please pay attention to safe travel at night."

The female voice in the car radio is sweet and crisp, reminding people of the approaching rainstorm.

In the black car, the driver looked through the rearview mirror at Christina and the others wearing a pitch black opaque cloth headgear, her hands tied behind her back with plastic anti-shedding zippers, and the others. Blew a whistle.

This is a concave deserted wharf. Nearly a hundred mottled and dilapidated fishing boats are lined up in a narrow bay. On the shore are old and dilapidated bungalows. The roof with pale excrement traces of seagulls can be inferred that there is no one inhabited here.

It was the high tide, the sea was shining a little under the deserted moonlight, and the wooden railings were silent, with hemp ropes and huge rubber tires to prevent fishing boats from colliding.

The red-headed gull perched on the railing was awakened by the shining headlights, reluctantly fluttered and fluttered its wings and flew away quickly, hovering in the air, seeming to curse the Italian mafia in bird language Disturbing dreams.

Several decades ago, this was once a prosperous fishing boat terminal. Everyday all trucks came to bring all kinds of fish caught from Gotham Bay into the market for the citizens to enjoy. .

However, with the expansion of urbanization, the residents here gradually moved away, leaving only these ships that have lost their use value and stayed on standby.

The Mafia motorcade stopped silently on the edge of the bay, parked the Lincoln Navigator from Mike’s house on the side of the road, and escorted Christina and the others off the road to the barren wilderness.

The leading gangster is a young Italian man with a tall nose, a full forehead, and deep and emotional eyes. With the tailored black suit, it looks like Al Pacino when he was young. , His subordinates respectfully call him Mr. Patrick.

This Patrick, if he changes to another place such as a nightclub, he must be an affectionate gentleman. The melancholy buried between his brows and eyes

can attract those who are not deeply involved in the world. Young little girls, let them indulge in the soft words of Italian men.

However, Christina and the others, who were forced to press on the beach by thugs at this time, left nothing but boundless fear in my heart.

Patrick asked her to take Rachel Dawes out of the car and spread it out on the beach. After taking a few photos with a cellphone, he asked his subordinates to drive her away. I don’t know where it will be. Where to go.

Then he asked his men to take an ordinary briefcase from the car, smiled and opened it in front of Christina and the others. The briefcase was a large pile of transparent plastic wrapped in white powder-like objects. bag.

You can imagine with your toes, these white powders will not be harmless flour that can be made into dumpling wrappers, but more stimulating, exciting, and deadly methamphetamine compounds.

The teenager's face deathly pale watched Patrick take out a whole row of unopened sanitary syringes from under the briefcase, then took another bottle of water, mixed the methamphetamine powder in proportion, and covered it. The cap shook like a Coke.

When the mixture melted, he took the syringe, carefully pierced the bottle with the needle hole, and filled the syringe with the liquid.

Patrick cautiously squeezed out the air remaining in the syringe, the hospital nurse pretended to bounce it, and said calmly: "Wait a moment, I will inject you large doses of methamphetamine one by one. You will be briefly excited, absent, dizzy, and then completely unconscious. I will put you back in the car and park the car on the shore when the police find your cold body and the syringes scattered on the ground. Naturally, it’s just ordinary teenagers who are carelessly caring for a while and have not grasped the safe dose and died."

A group of bright-faced teenagers disappeared for no reason, and a group of teenagers took (cough) overdose. The meaning of Death is completely different. The former can trigger a big search, while the latter can only cause a few comments from the newspaper. Maybe also social activists come forward and conduct an anti-drug (cough) product. Social movements that poison young people.

But so what? Are there fewer people in Gotham who die unnaturally for various reasons every year? In this metropolis with a population of nearly tens of millions, people are busy running and living, occasionally lifting the head from busy work to look around all around, as long as there is a matter of no concern to oneself, they can bury their heads in contentment. Sand, isolate the danger from the outside.

The teenager and girl desperately tried to scream for Qi Rao, but the gangsters were crushed by the grinning gangsters. Mike, who looked pale, struggled to stand up and shouted at Patrick: "Don't kill me, my father It’s the manager of Sever Company, I can put out a lot of money!"

"Sever Company, is that the pharmaceutical company that recently went public on the Nasdaq?" Patrick frowned thought for a while, his tone Said frivolously: "It sounds tempting, but I think you may not be able to pay for your life."

It's just a manager of a pharmaceutical company, compared to Gotham like a giant crocodile in deep water. Gangsters, it's not worth mentioning.

Mike watched desperately as Patrick put a syringe of medicament into his own vein. Chemicals stimulated the brain. Every cell screamed and shivered. Soon his face was pale as golden paper. She was shivering and convulsing, her eyes were white and the corners of her mouth flowed with crystal salivation, and the whole person staggered and fell to the ground, fainted, life and death unknown.

When other boys and girls saw this, they cried louder, what Versace, Hermes, Armani, Prada, Gucci brand-name fashion, what Chanel, Givenchy brand perfume, what Emmy Award, billboard billboard music The list and netflix online dramas have lost their meaning.

These children who have been spoiled by the relaxed and comfortable urban life have only seen the true face of the city for the first time in life and death, full of dark violence, The complex side of despair.

Here, human life is the cheapest commodity of the least value. It is the fragile grass and mustard in the eyes of the superior. It can trample innocent people into powder with one foot and become a sad victim of the struggle against vortex.

This is Gotham.

Sobbing sounded on the edge of the bay. In response to the noise of the red-headed gulls in the sky, Patrick impatiently asked his men to cover their mouths and injected them with methamphetamine one by one.

It will be Christina's turn soon. With tears in her eyes, she watched the sharp pinhole pierce the vein in Oneself's arm.