Chapter 739 It Rains Again in Gotham Tonight (Part 1)

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 remind people of the beasts in the rainforest, with guns as sharp teeth and ambitions as sharp claws.

In the dark alley, the arc of the high beam groped forward along the wet wall, and the huge headlights of the truck were like ghost eyes burning with flames. The owner of the repair shop blocked his eyes with his arms.

"Damn it! Is it Vincent, the poor guy?" The skinny and oily repair shop owner threw down the wrench in his hand and stood up, cursing a series of dirty words. He shouted: "Those poor guys should die in the sewer, don't come to me to beg for food, a bunch of damn dirty bugs!"

But when the truck drove in front of him, the repair shop owner narrowed his eyes. He saw a pale face in the driver's seat. The driver painted red lips and cracked his mouth, revealing a terrifying smile.

The owner of the repair shop stepped back and ran into the house in a panic.

The wrench he had just dropped just happened to trip him, causing him to fall flat on his face. Even though he was lying on the ground, he tried to crawl away from the door, as if there was an evil spirit chasing him.

"Clown truck! That legend is true!!!" The owner of the repair shop screamed, "There really is a clown killer driving a truck!!!"

"No... No!!! Don't kill me, I haven't offended you, I don't have any enemies, I still have a wife and children, no!! Don't do this!!"

"Drip, drip, drip..."

The regular sound came, and the owner of the repair shop ran towards the back door in a hurry, but the moment he approached the back door, the whole repair shop exploded.

All the living things in the whole shop could not withstand the impact of the explosion of a large amount of explosives. In an instant, they turned into charcoal.

The sea of ​​fire engulfed half of the street. In the rainy night, the raging fire burned more and more vigorously. The power of nature could not resist the terrible desire of human beings to destroy. Such a ridiculous scene could only appear in this dark city.

The flames danced in Batman's eyes, and the firelight illuminated his dark battle suit.

His mask and cape turned into two completely different colors. The bright part was not bright enough because he was late. In this violent explosion, he failed to save anyone, but the dark part was not dark enough because behind him now were the lights of Gotham.

Batman jumped down to chase the murderer of this murder, the clown killer who only existed in urban legends.

When his cape passed through the window of the building, the shadow covered Cobblepot's face, but soon disappeared.

Looking at the mess on the opposite street, Cobblepot lowered his head expressionlessly. He held a bottle of medicine in his hand. After unscrewing the bottle, he took out a pill and threw it into his mouth.

"Don't we need to do something, boss?" Another man who looked older than Cobert but still a teenager asked, standing not far from him. Judging from his dress, he should be a postman who specializes in delivering letters.

Cobert did not answer his question. He looked at the hand that he used to unscrew the bottle cap.

The fingers of that hand were slender and skinny, but when it was clenched into a fist, it showed a sense of strength.

"Do you know? About a year ago, I couldn't even unscrew this bottle cap. I often felt weak, but this was not surprising, because I rarely eat hot food and rarely eat full."

At this point, Cobert laughed dryly twice. His face was very sinister, so when he laughed, it was a bit scary.

But his subordinates were used to it. He said, "Yes, I am the same. If you don't have enough food, who would be so thin?"

"No... This is a joke. You should laugh... Because a year ago, I couldn't have this bottle. The price of this bottle of medicine is enough for me to eat good food for a month."

Perhaps it was the common sense of humor among Gotham teenagers. The young postman really laughed. He said, "Yeah, I almost forgot, how could Gotham children afford this kind of medicine? Mental illness? We only get mental illness because we are too poor!"

"So, now you have this extra sympathy because you are too rich?" Cobblepot turned his head slightly and looked at the street outside the window that was still on fire.

In the firelight, 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 on his body, but the charred charcoal on the ground stained his expensive armor, which weakened the luster that belonged to luxury goods.

"If you are as rich as Wayne, you can also be as compassionate as him, but the question is, are we richer than him?" Cobblepot said, looking at Batman's figure: "Just like the guy below, the money he uses to repair 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 think he has too much. If they have as much as him, they will definitely do more." Cobblepot stretched out his hand and pressed his fingers on the window glass.

The firelight made his pale fingers warm, but he couldn't feel the warmth, because the flames were too far away, and the light here was only bright, but not hot.

"But in fact, they won't do that. If they have everything Wayne has, they will only be worse than him. That's why this city doesn't need to be saved."

"I think I have enough now." The postman sighed and said, "So it doesn't matter whether he is there or not."

"Don't you want to be as rich as Wayne?" Cobblepot asked.

"Of course, everyone wants to, but we all know that this is impossible. However, if I were really as rich as him, I would not donate money to others. I would keep all the money for myself and not give a penny to others."

"Yes, we all think so." Cobot replied, but then he looked at Batman and said, "But this rich man thinks we are selfish bad guys, and he is the good guy."

"Don't joke!" The postman grinned and said, "Don't say you are as rich as Wayne. Even if I have a hundred dollars now, I will hide it in a place where no one can find it. Only I can use it, and no one can take it away from me!"

"Have you ever had a hundred dollars?" Cobot asked.

"Of course not." The postman rolled his eyes and said, "I have two brothers and a sister. They will eat everything in sight. I have made enough money, but they will eat it all. Now I don't even have ten cents."

"I will teach you a method that can make you a hundred dollars quickly. Do you want to try it?" Cobblepot asked again.

"Of course! Boss, tell me quickly. I have known for a long time that I can make money by listening to you. You are the smartest among us!" The postman said expectantly.

"Now, run down, get some black ash from the burnt wood, smear it on your face and body, and then sit there crying. Soon, you will see the banknotes floating in front of you. That rich man will not be stingy with this little money." Cobblepot sneered and said.

But suddenly, the postman hesitated. He stood there for dozens of seconds without moving. Cobert turned his head and looked at him, asking, "Why don't you go?"

"I don't want to beg." A trace of fear appeared on the postman's face. He said, "Only those children who are born disabled or too young will do this kind of work. It's terrible."

"But I have dealt with those 'parents' who abused the children. What are you still afraid of?" Cobert asked.

"No, it has nothing to do with that." The postman shook his head and said, "If there is no other way, the children in Gotham will not want to beg."

"Once you kneel on the ground and ask others for money, they will understand that you are a tender and juicy chicken leg."

"They will know that you are desperate. You can't resist any of their actions. As long as you kneel on the side of the road and ask for money, it's like telling everyone 'I'm easy to bully'."

"That will put you in hell." The voice of the postman 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 part of the devil. We will beat up those weak children of the postman gang and even let them eat bullets. , but we all know that if we become weak, we will also be beaten, so we must make ourselves fierce. Once you kneel down to anyone, you are dead. "

The postman swallowed his saliva again, he was a little hesitant, but Cobert said: "What do you want to say? Tell me."

The postman showed a fearful expression. Although he was taller than Cobert, he lowered his head and whispered: "In fact, when you killed those parents who exploited beggar children, we all knew that they might be finished. "

"Because those parents not only bullied and abused them, but also protected them. For the sake of the parents, those people would not go too far, at least they would not kill them, but if there was no leader, even if they were not killed, they would starve to death. "

"Now, where are they?" Cobert asked.

"I don't know. They are too young and don't play with us." The postman glanced at Cobblepot's expression with some fear and said, "But they should not be dead. I didn't see their bodies in the garbage truck or the truck leading out of the city."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know. I know."

Cobblepot turned his head and looked across the street. The fire there was about to go out. Batman's expensive equipment was indeed very powerful, but at this time, it was worn out.

Cobblepot left the building and walked through a side door of the underground parking lot into an underground passage. There was no light in the dark underground passage. The postman was trembling. He was not afraid of people, but he was afraid of ghosts.

Through the passage, he came to another underground parking lot. He went out from an exit of the underground parking lot, passed through the dark and narrow alley, went down to a cellar, and then came to an abandoned basement after twists and turns.

Because of his profession, the postman boy has a good sense of direction. He said: "This seems to be the bar opened by old Robert? Is it the basement of the bar?"

"Yes, it's here. Do you smell the alcohol?" Cobert looked up at the ceiling, where there was some rainwater leaking down. He said: "The old guy with red hair is no longer using it because it leaks here."

As soon as he opened the door of the basement, the postman boy saw many children who were much younger than him.

Many of these children were only about six or seven years old. Each of them was thin and small, and their skin was rough and dark. At a glance, it was caused by being exposed to the wind and sun and not having enough food.

At this time, they all took large pieces of bread and devoured them. Although they ate in a hurry, they were still orderly. The black man standing in front of them distributing bread was wearing a red jacket and looked about the same age as Cobert.

"Oh, Cobblepot, you're here. Today's bread has been distributed. Do you want a piece?" The black man came over and smiled.

Cobblepot shook his head, looked up at him and said, "Red Truck? Why are you here? Where's the tire?"

"He went to help his mother work, so I'm here today." After Red Truck finished speaking, he looked back at the group of children.

Everyone was eating hard, and the room was filled with the sound of wolfing down. The group of children hardly made any noise, because they probably didn't even have the strength to speak loudly.

Years of hunger have caused more than half of the children here to be severely malnourished. Many of them still have scars of abuse, some are even disabled, have lost fingers and toes, and some even have difficulty walking.

"Okay, have you finished eating? Someone will come to see you later, so sit down. Now, I'm going to give you a name in case the doctor can't tell who you are..."

"Those with names should step out first and stand over there. Those without names should stand in a row over here. Remember the pronunciation I told you. If anyone can't say their name later, they won't get bread next time."

After the Red Truck finished speaking, all the children were silent and divided into two lines. They didn't make any noise, but just lowered their heads and did as they were told.

After a while, the door of the basement rang twice, and many children began to tremble.

The first one to come in was an umbrella, a black umbrella. The tip of the umbrella pushed open the door of the basement, and the rain flowed from the tip of the umbrella to the door, and then fell silently to the ground.

The black leather shoes stepped on the wet cement floor, making a "da da" sound. Just when all the children's hearts were in their throats, a professor in a black suit appeared outside the door.

He cleared his throat and was about to speak when he suddenly turned around and said to the person behind him:

"Why do you smell like you're burning? What were you doing just now? Batman?"

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