The cold rain at night in Gotham always makes this modern metropolis look shaky, and every night here is precarious.
In the lush steel jungle, pairs of eyes are reminiscent of beasts in the rainforest, with guns as fangs and ambition as sharp claws.
In the dark alley, the arc illuminated by the high-beam headlights groped forward along the wet wall. The huge headlights of the truck were like blazing ghost eyes. The owner of the car repair shop covered his eyes with his arms.
"Damn it! Is that the poor guy Vincent?" The owner of the car repair shop, who was skinny and covered in engine oil, dropped the wrench in his hand and stood up, shouting a series of swear words in his mouth.
He said: "Those poor devils should die in the sewers. Don't come here to beg for food. They are a bunch of damn dirty bed bugs!"
But when the truck drove in front of him, the repair shop owner squinted his eyes. He saw a pale face in the driver's seat. The driver's lips were painted red, and he split his mouth and showed a scary smile.
The owner of the car repair shop quickly took a few steps back and ran into the house in a panic.
The wrench he just dropped happened to trip him up, causing him to fall flat on his face. Even though he was lying on the ground, he tried hard to crawl away from the door, as if an evil ghost was chasing him.
"Clown truck! That legend is true!!!" the garage owner screamed: "There really is a killer clown driving a truck!!!"
"No...no!!! Don't kill me, I didn't offend you, I don't have any enemies, I still have a wife and children, no!! Don't do this!!"
"Dip, beep, beep..."
Regular noises were heard, and the owner of the car repair shop ran towards the back door in a hurry, but the moment he approached the back door, the entire car repair shop exploded.
All the living creatures in the entire store were unable to withstand the impact of the explosion of a large number of explosives. In an instant, they were reduced to coke.
The sea of fire engulfed half of the street. In the rainy night, the raging fire burned more and more fiercely. The power of nature could not withstand the terrible destructive desire of mankind. Such a ridiculous scene would only appear in this dark city.
Flames danced in Batman's eyes, and the firelight illuminated his pitch-black suit.
His mask and cloak turned into two completely different colors. The bright part was not bright enough because he arrived late. He failed to save anyone in this violent explosion, but the dark part was not enough either.
Dark, because behind him now are the lights of Gotham.
Batman jumped down and chased the murderer of this murder, the clown killer who only existed in urban legends.
As his cloak passed through the building's window, a shadow covered Cobot's face, but quickly disappeared.
Looking at the mess on the street opposite, Cobot lowered his head expressionlessly. He held a bottle of medicine in his hand. After unscrewing the bottle, he took out one pill and threw it into his mouth.
"Don't we need to do something? Boss?" Another man who looked older than Cobot, but still a teenager, asked standing not far away from him. Judging from his dress, he should be a professional
The postman delivering the letter.
Cobot didn't answer his question. He turned his gaze to the hand that unscrewed the bottle cap.
The fingers of that hand are slender and skinny, but when it is clenched into a fist, it can show a sense of strength.
"You know what? About a year ago, I couldn't even unscrew the cap of this bottle. I felt weak all the time, but that's not surprising because I rarely ate hot food and rarely felt full. "
Having said this, Cobot laughed twice. His face was very sinister, so when he laughed, he was also a little scary.
But his subordinates took it for granted. He said: "Yes, I am like this too. Who would be so thin if he didn't have enough to eat?"
"No... this is a joke, you should laugh... because a year ago, I would not have owned this bottle. The price of this bottle of medicine was enough to feed me for a month."
Perhaps it was the sense of humor common to Gotham teenagers, but the young postman really laughed. He said: "Yeah, I almost forgot, how can the children of Gotham afford this kind of medicine? Mental illness? We only You will become mentally ill because you are too poor!”
"So, is it because you are too rich that you have this extra sympathy?" Cobot turned his head slightly and looked out the window at the street that was still on fire.
In the light of the fire, there was a dark figure putting out the fire.
Batman's cape was burned, and he had to roll on the ground to extinguish the flames. However, the charred charcoal on the ground stained his expensive armor, weakening the luster of a luxury item.
"If you are as rich as Wayne, then you can be as compassionate as him, but the question is, will we be richer than him?" Cobblet looked at Batman and said: "Like this one Like a guy, the money he spends on repairing his clothes is enough to feed all the children in the city."
"This is why many people in this city don't like Batman. They feel that he has too much. If they had as much as him, they would definitely do more." Copot said. He reached out and pressed his fingers on the glass of the window.
The firelight illuminated his pale fingers with a warm color, but it did not make him feel warm, because the flame was too far away, and the light here only had brightness, not heat.
"But in reality, they won't do that. If they had everything Wayne has, they would be worse than him. That's why this city doesn't need to be saved."
"I think I have enough now." The postman boy sighed and said, "So it doesn't matter if I have him or not."
"Don't you want to be as rich as Wayne?" Cobblet asked.
"Of course, everyone wants it, but we all know that this is impossible. However, if I are really as rich as him, I will not donate money to others. I will leave all the money to I won’t give a single cent of myself to anyone else.”
"Yes, we all think so." Cobot replied, but then he looked at Batman and said: "But this rich man thinks that we are selfish bad guys, and he is the good guy."
"Stop joking!" The postman boy gritted his teeth and said, "Don't say you are as rich as Wayne. Even if I can have a hundred dollars now, I will definitely hide it in a place where no one can find it.
Only I can use it, no one can take it away from me!"
"Have you ever had a hundred dollars?" Cobblet asked.
"Of course not." The postman boy rolled his eyes and said, "I have two younger brothers and a younger sister. They will eat everything in sight. I have earned enough money, but they will also eat it all.
Now I don’t even have ten cents on me.”
"I'll teach you a method that can make you one hundred dollars quickly. Do you want to try it?" Cobot asked again.
"Of course! Boss, please tell me, I have known for a long time that if I listen to you, I will definitely make money. You are the smartest among us!" the postman boy said full of expectation.
"Now, you run down, get some black ash from the burned wood pile, smear it on your face and body, and then sit there crying. Soon, you will see the banknotes floating in front of you. That
A rich man won't be stingy with this little money." Cobot said with a sneer.
But suddenly, the postman boy hesitated. He stood there for dozens of seconds without moving. Cobot turned to look at him and asked, "Why don't you go?"
"I don't want to beg." There was a trace of fear on the face of the postman boy. He said: "Only those children who are born with disabilities or are too young will do this kind of work. That is terrible."
"But I have already dealt with those 'parents' who abused their children, so what are you still afraid of?" Cobot asked.
"No, it has nothing to do with that." The postman boy shook his head and said, "If there is no other way, the children in Gotham will not want to beg."
"Once you get down on your knees and ask someone for money, they will understand that you are a tender and juicy chicken drumstick."
"They will know that you are desperate. You can't resist any of their actions. As long as you kneel on the roadside and ask for money, it is like saying to everyone, 'I am easy to bully.'"
"That will make you fall into hell." The postman boy's voice began to tremble. He swallowed and continued: "I have seen... I have seen them being... I can't do that, no one wants to do that.
,No one in Gotham can show weakness, otherwise, we will be devoured by the devil."
"When we are strong, we are a member of the devil. We will beat the weak children of the Postman Gang and even let them shoot. But we all know that if we become weak, we will also be beaten, so we
You must make yourself fierce, once you kneel down to anyone, you are dead."
The postman boy swallowed again. He was hesitant, but Cobot said: "What do you want to say? Tell me."
The postman boy showed a somewhat fearful look. Even though he was taller than Cobot, he still lowered his head and muttered: "Actually, when you kill those parents who exploit begging children, we all know that they may
It’s over.”
"Because those parents are not only bullying them and abusing them, they are actually protecting them. For the sake of the parents, those people will not go too far, at least they will not kill them, but if there is no
The leaders, even if they are not killed, will starve to death."
"Now, where are they?" Cobot asked.
"I don't know, they are too young to play with us." The postman boy looked up at Cobot with some fear and said, "However, they should not be dead. I was not in the garbage truck or in the car."
Their bodies were seen on trucks heading out of town."
"It doesn't matter if you don't know, I know."
Cobot finally turned his head and glanced across the street. The flames there were almost extinguished. Batman's expensive equipment was indeed very powerful, but at this time, it was worn out.
Cobot left the building, walked along a side door of the underground parking lot, and walked into an underground passage. There was no light in the dark underground passage. The postman boy was trembling a little. He was not afraid of people, but he was afraid of ghosts.
Through the passage, we came to another underground parking lot. We went out from an exit of the underground parking lot, passed through a dark and narrow alley, then went down into a cellar, and then zigzagged to an abandoned basement.
Because of his profession, the postman boy has a good sense of direction. He said: "This seems to be the bar owned by old Robert? Is it the basement of the bar?"
"That's right, it's right here. Do you smell the smell of alcohol?" Cobot looked up at the ceiling, where there was still some leaking rainwater. He said, "That red-haired old guy, because there is water leakage here, so
Don’t use it anymore.”
As soon as he opened the basement door, the postman boy saw many children much younger than him.
Many of these children are only about six or seven years old. Each of them is thin and small, and their skin is rough and dark. It can be seen that they are exposed to wind and sun and do not have enough to eat.
At this time, they were all holding large pieces of bread and devouring it. Although they were eating in a hurry, they were still orderly. Standing in front of them was a black man, wearing a red jacket, who looked to be about the same age as Copot.
"Oh, Cobot, here you are. Today's bread has been divided. Do you want a piece?" The black man came over and said with a smile.
Cobot shook his head, looked up at him and said, "Red truck? Why is it you? Where are the tires?"
"He went to help his mother work, so I'm here today." After the red truck finished speaking, he looked back at the group of children.
Everyone was immersed in eating, and there was only the sound of gobbling in the room. This group of children hardly made any noise, because they may not even have the strength to speak loudly.
Perennial hunger has left more than half of the children here suffering from severe malnutrition. Many of them still have scars of abuse. Some are even disabled, losing fingers and toes, and some even have difficulty walking.
"Okay, have you finished eating? Later, someone will come to see you. Please sit down. Now, I'm going to give you a name, just in case the doctor can't tell who you are..."
"Those with names will go out of the queue first, and stand over there. Those without names will stand in a row here. Remember the pronunciation I told you. Later, if anyone can't say their name, take it next time.
No more bread."
After Red Truck finished speaking, all the children were silent and divided into two rows. They didn't make any noise or fuss, they just lowered their heads in silence and followed the instructions.
After a while, the basement door rang twice, and many children began to tremble.
The first person to come in was an umbrella, a black umbrella. The tip of the umbrella pushed open the basement door. Rainwater flowed from the tip of the umbrella to the door, and then fell silently to the ground.
The black leather shoes made a clicking sound when they stepped on the wet concrete floor. Just when the hearts of all the children were in their throats, a professor wearing a black suit appeared outside the door.
He cleared his throat and was about to speak when he suddenly turned his head and said behind him:
"Why do you smell like burning? What did you do just now? Batman?"
