DC Tyrant

The suicide ghetto is located in the southern part of the metropolis, where the economy is backward, crime is rampant, guns are rampant, and violence is frequent.

As the name suggests, this location is the most economically backward and crime-prone area in the metropolis, where people live a difficult life, and gangs are abundant.

In fact, its real name is not the suicide ghetto, but Hobby Bay.

It’s just that this place is too desperate and chaotic. Speaking of this place, I always laugh at myself and say that those who come here are committing suicide slowly, and because only the poor who really have nowhere to go will consider coming here to live. Over time, this place is called Suicide ghetto, no one cares about his real name.

Buddy stepped into this environment. As soon as he entered, he had already soiled his white Martin boots. He stepped on a small black puddle. The mixed smell, rancidity, the smell of socks that have not been washed for hundreds of years, the smell of feces, is simply cloudy and unpleasant.

But fortunately, Bardi can control his sense of smell, otherwise the Kryptonians would have been sacrificed to the smell of suicide slums as soon as they came in.

Mike followed behind Bardi with the box and saw that the uppers of Barty's shoes were stained. He couldn't help but cursed fiercely in his heart: Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty well, there's so much **** here, step on it, and collapse upstairs A bucket of pee drenched him all over.

Calling you a saucy white trench coat, you look so handsome? Great fight, huh? It's amazing that bullets can't get in, huh?

He kept cursing fiercely in his heart. He couldn't let go of his 300,000 US dollars, which was used by Badi to support the woman; you must know that it was because of the wind and rain that he had acquired from Thailand and sold it to him. Tan, it's not easy to make money. When I meet Badi, I don't even have freedom. I really have nowhere to cry.

Badi's color, like a ray of light in the darkness, was so white that it attracted the attention of the entire suicide ghetto.

Shrinking by the corner wall, the hunched old man looked over curiously, his belly swelled, his face thin and bone-like, staring with two big eyes, the black and dirty child looked at him curiously, the woman went upstairs. Clothes were collected on the balcony and looked over strangely. Some strong passers-by walked swiftly with the look of prey on their faces.

It's so weird.

Also too clean white.

Shouldn't be a character who goes into a suicide ghetto, because it gets his clothes dirty.

The tailor-made clothes cost a few thousand dollars to say the least. The owner of Falcone is willing to pay a lot of money. Everyone can see that the clothes are extraordinary. With the indifferent face, Zhuo Er The extraordinary temperament, standing here, is a landscape, which makes people feel strange.

Bardi stopped.

A group of people chased and beat a sloppy alcoholic. The alcoholic staggered, covered his head, and was holding a blue beer bottle. He kept running around, spilling beer, and the smell of beer drifted away.

"Don't fight...don't fight, hey...don't fight, no!"

The drunkard staggered and shuffled his feet and fell in front of Badi, huddled tightly into a ball.

After a group of people glanced at Badi strangely, under the leadership of a young and strong white boy, they beat and kicked the drunkards who were curled up on the ground with their feet, and the mud splashed until they were out of breath. , the leading young man told the others to stop, but he kicked the alcoholic with his foot.

The pain of kicking the alcoholic to "woo".

The young man exhaled angrily, inserted his fingers into the alcoholic's hair, lifted the alcoholic, and roared with a blushing face: "Leon, you took my money, what about my goods?"

After the young man finished speaking, he really wanted to beat this alcoholic to death, but he blamed himself for being fooled by shit. He listened to his temptation, gave him $300, and wanted to get in touch with him and make a purchase. The white powder business has flourished and has become a rich winner.

Never thought that this nice guy would actually use his own money to buy alcohol. After repeated and repeated inquiries, he was angrily discovered that this alcoholic didn't do anything at all.

He was so angry that he brought his brother who collected the money, and chased the drunkard to beat him fiercely.

The alcoholic was beaten and his face was bruised. Even though the beer bottle had spilled a lot of water, he was still reluctant to let go, or holding the bottle tightly would make him feel a little more present.

The drunkard knelt in front of the young man all of a sudden, holding the thigh of the angry young man with a swollen nose and a blue face, crying pitifully: "Leon, stop beating, you are going to die, I just accidentally lost the money."

"How dare you lie! If you pay back the money today, pay it back, or I will kill you."

The young man stared at him, his anger rose again, and the other hand clenched into a fist and hit the alcoholic's head fiercely, making the alcoholic feel dizzy and dizzy, and almost thought he was going to die.

Just when the angry young man was about to punch again, the drunkard yelled: "Don't, Leon, I can introduce you to a hundred international gangs and criminal organizations. It's much better to mix with them. I have connections, I know them. , you know, I've dealt with them before."

International gangs and criminal organizations are big gangs in the metropolis. They are not comparable to the small ponds here in the suicide slums. If you can get in, it is certainly better than here.

But it is often difficult to enter. Even if you enter, it is cannon fodder, and it is easy to die in the fire.

Leon was moved, his eyes hesitated, and the punch didn't go down.

"Don't believe it, Leon, he's just an alcoholic who was broken up by international gangs and criminal organizations in the Metropolis, and who came to the suicide ghetto to no avail."

Some young people around said, obviously everyone knows the past history of this alcoholic.

Once he was a gang leader who walked out of the suicide slum. Later, he was beaten to death in the big city of Metropolis, kneeling begging for alms from other big gangs, and then he returned to the suicide slum, where he became an alcoholic. .

He had the glory of walking out of the suicide ghetto for a moment, and finally was beaten like a dog, wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

Leon's anger rose from his heart again, and he beat and kicked the drunkard desperately, making the drunkard scream again and again: "Don't, don't fight, don't fight, I know the family, Hell's Angel, I can introduce you to enter, ah... no... "

The drunkard vomited blood and was curled up again, being punched and kicked.

As soon as the drunkard started talking, Badi rubbed the palm of his left hand with his right thumb, as if he was holding his left hand gently. In fact, this posture was a habitual movement of Badi when he was thinking, and it was not easy to show it in the underground research institute. It doesn't matter if you come out.

This is the real world, it's not that there are only a few protagonists in Meiman, and the supporting roles are acting like a drama. It always makes people feel that the whole world has only the protagonists and supporting roles, and the rest are like passers-by.

A real metropolis will not be that simple, at least, the intricate interest relationships in it, the complexity of a first-tier city in the world, is definitely not simple.

He needs to understand this metropolis, starting from the dark side, regardless of light or darkness, regardless of interests, violence, he will rule.

"Stop, do you want to kill him?" Bardi rubbed his right thumb slightly against the palm of his left hand, and glanced at the alcoholic who was curled up on the ground.

The movement of the few people surrounding the alcoholic who was punching and kicking stopped, looked at Badi, swept from head to toe, and swept from foot to head.

Just from the outside, Badi's appearance is full of extravagance. In their eyes, he is rich!

Rich people will not be stingy to throw some money to save the beggars on the street, especially this kind of alcoholic who is in a dangerous situation, throw some money, and then win the gratitude of others, enjoy the gratitude of others, and enjoy their superior status as a charity. .

Leon looked at Badi, hesitated for a moment, and guessed the reason why they could stop. He was a little happy, maybe he could get his money back from this man, he pretended to be puzzled and said, "Why? He Lied us money and killed him as it should be."

Buddy nodded in agreement, then pulled out the Colt Python revolver from Mike's waist and handed it to Jack.

"Use a gun, it's faster."