DC Tyrant

Carmine Hotel, seventh floor.

The Victorian-style hall is full of color and clearly divided, luxurious and atmospheric without losing the artistic beauty.

On the dining table, there are top-grade caviar from CAVIARHOUSEPRUNIER from the UK, black truffle from Italy, top-grade foie gras from France, and the world's top steak from the Polmard family. Just a normal-sized steak is worth 3,600 US dollars, probably worth RMB. More than 20,000, in addition to a variety of top seafood lobster, cheese pasta and so on.

This meal can be described as extremely extravagant, with a meal of more than 50,000 US dollars. In this era, although there are many people who can enjoy it like this, they will not be so extravagant.

The aroma and taste of the food spread, making people salivate, and the mouth is full of saliva.

At the dining table, sat Badi and Carmine, who were not far away, only a few steps away.

Behind him was a housekeeper with a white napkin in his hand and a wine bottle ready to serve.

The fly in the ointment was that Mike, the Russian bearish man, knelt aside with aggrieved expression on his face. Ruined this elegant banquet venue.

"Cheers!"

Buddy raised his glass a little and Carmine clinked, the crisp sound of the glass.

"For friendship." Carmine smiled, cup raised.

Buddy smiled and drank the brandy from the goblet.

It was the first time he had met the head of the Falcone family, the godfather of most of the underworld in Gotham. On the surface, it made people feel good, courageous, ambitious, and capable.

Just knowing his own strength, not afraid of pinching him to death, and daring to invite himself to dinner, this made Badi feel good.

Buddy tasted the sake and foie gras, and the elegant aroma continued, and his teeth and cheeks were fragrant. He nodded slightly, very satisfied. Food always makes people feel happy.

The two were chatting for a few words, nothing more than the past of all kinds of tempting Badi, which was described lightly by Badi.

After eating a round of food, Badi held a knife and fork in both hands, and leaned his arms lightly on the table. He seemed very relaxed, his lumbar spine straight, calm and generous, and he was not ashamed of his own table manners.

Carmine turned his eyes away, observing Bardi's words and deeds.

There was a bit of doubt in my heart.

Badi's self-confidence and calmness, elegant and comfortable, surprised him, where is this noble son who ran out of clichés?

But Badi has a kind of aura, a majestic shroud over everything, with a light smile and gestures, controlling the audience, giving people the illusion that he is always lower than him.

This feeling made Carmine uncomfortable physically and mentally, and felt that his aura was overwhelmed. The calm atmosphere that belonged to Badi alone made him fearful.

The moment he saw Badi, he knew that it was impossible to recruit Badi as his subordinate, and he might even be an enemy.

"Carmine, I'll deal with some things first, and I have some things to talk to you about," said Bardi.

Carmine made a gesture of invitation, and at the same time threw his butler away.

"Mike."

Buddy lightly wiped the sauce marks on the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and was cutting the steak with a knife and fork. His movements were fast and silent, elegant and calm.

Mike knelt on the ground, his body trembled, and he said, "I'm here."

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

"knowledge."

"Tell me."

"I shouldn't have let the seven scumbags take the money. It's the boss's money. I should just destroy them."

"The consciousness is very high. Since it is wrong, there should be punishment."

"Yeah, I get it! Boss! I'm going to strip naked and run a hundred laps on Gotham Street right now."

Mike shook his body and said firmly.

The space seemed to pause for a while, not realizing what Mike's determination to punish was.

Why run a hundred laps naked on Gotham Street?

'Hey...'

A metallic twisted sound.

The sterling silver knife and fork in Badi's hand was pressed down by his fingers and bent strangely.

He looked at Mike with an indifferent expression, and he saw that Mike was hairy.

Carmine's eyebrows twitched at the corners of his eyes.

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet for a while, and there was a pressure pressing the entire space.

The pressure brought by Buddy made Mike feel a little uneasy in his heart, the cold hair stood up, and Carmine's breathing slowed down a little.

After a moment of silence.

Bade just smiled and apologized to Carmine. Carmine said it was okay, and asked the butler again to bring in a set of cutlery. He secretly squeezed the wet sterling silver knife and fork handles.

"Mike, you're a smart guy, that's why I kept you."

"If you want to live, you can."

"How much money is there in the rest? Three hundred thousand dollars, then within three days, pay me ten times the money, and you will live."

Buddy said indifferently, he didn't care about Mike's life at all.

But Mike is a despicable, shameless, rude and unscrupulous guy. This kind of guy can do a lot of things, so Bardi wants to keep him and deal with some work that even he feels dirty.

Mike is worthy of what Bardi expected, this bearish man has no morals.

He was so frightened that his face changed greatly, and tears flowed from his eyes, even more than the best actor.

"Boss, don't... It's only one million dollars for a trip to Thailand, and I can't get three million dollars in Gotham in three days!" Mike burst into tears, tears streaming down without money.

Even Carmine, the underworld boss, thinks that Mike's drama is too much, you shouldn't be in the mercenary world, and Hollywood is your place to play.

"I don't care. Mike, your heart and pulse don't respond in the slightest. I don't care what you want from me, I only care what you can do, and I will give you what you want."

"Now, put away your tears and go out."

Buddy said to Mike with a smile.

This smile is no less than the devil's smile, and his life and death are decided in the chat and laugh, ignoring his life and death.

Mike's heart froze.

The atmosphere in the air subtly sank, making Mike feel breathless.

From the very beginning, Bardi knew that he had been acting.

Mike gritted his teeth, put away his tears decisively, stood up, and said, "I'm going to prepare to rob the bank now, boss, if I die, please bury me under the Brokeback Mountain in OWM."

"roll!"

…………

After Mike left here, after some silence, the normal conversation rhythm resumed here.

"I'm sorry, Carmine, for making the atmosphere so bad," Bardi said, putting down his knife and fork. After such an interruption from Mike, Batty's next atmosphere and thoughts felt a bit painful.

Carmine expressed his understanding: "Mike's unreliability has been heard for a long time, but his ability is not bad. I'm here to wish you $3 million."

"Money isn't the most important thing, Carmine. In three days, I'll be at the Metropolis. In the near future, I hope to be able to keep Gotham under your watch."

Badi said that there is domineering in the plain words, which is beyond doubt.

Carmine's attempt to drink the brandy stopped.

This... is too arrogant!