Marvel – Immortal Path

Press "Gotham, as you said, deserves a brighter future..." The brave and upright Lincoln March drank the drink in one glass. The free and easy appearance is worthy of the name of the new Gotham female dream lover.

He looked at Bruce Wayne who was wandering in front of him, raised his eyebrows slightly, coughed lightly, and said, "Uh, Bruce, are you listening?"

"What? Sorry, I just lost my mind."

Bruce Wayne suddenly retracted his gaze looking towards the toilet in the distance, and looked at Lincoln March apologically laughed.

At this moment, the contact lens Bruce is wearing on the cornea of ​​the eyeball is projecting the layout of the entire hall into the eyelids in the form of rasterized translucent blue lines.

Through the bite of his teeth, he was able to control all the electronic equipment in the hall, the cellphone of the guests, the walkie-talkie of the security guard, the surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling, and...in the bathroom Fire sprinklers.

Lincoln March reluctantly shook the head, put the wine glass on the table, and said: "Your speech tonight will add a few notes to our investor list again. This is a good start. , And Mayor election day is coming soon..."

Bruce subconsciously nodded in response, paying attention to all around with the corner of his eye.

The sound of fire sprinklers in the toilet caught people’s attention. Richard, a white pig, fainted and was dragged across the floor by two waiters, leaving behind a patter of water, and the noise gradually spread.

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In the underground parking lot, the lights were cold and silent, and the pale cement pillars stared at the mottled and peeling wall paint.

"It's really a good car..."

The doorman is still in the Porsche car, gently rubbing the leather inside the car with his fingertips with enjoyment. He greedily sniffed the faintly discernable perfume in the air.

The tactile motion swept across the spine, and the doorman shuddered and bowed, pressing his lips against the chair that had no residual temperature, imagining what kind of coquettish the two graceful and beautiful women are. The posture sits on the oneself lip print position.

"As long as there is money, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she has to wear a smiling face and kiss the sausage mouth of that fat pig..."

The door boy complained loudly. , Reaching out and scratching in the air, kneading the softness that does not exist.

"Ah, by the way, I have to take a photo." He took out the cellphone from his pocket, tidyed up his messy hair a bit, and used the front camera to put oneself's lazy face and steering wheel as much as possible. The luxury car logo in the center was photographed together-of course he carefully cut off the oneself crimson doorman uniform from the photo.

He licked his chapped lips and muttered to himself: "Aha, you can use this kind of photos to hang girls in nightclubs again. They can never refuse a man who owns a luxury car... .."

Dong dong dong, the window of the car was knocked on. From the clothing point of view, it should be a waiter in the same hotel as the doorman.

He opened the car window and shouted impatiently: "What are you doing?"

"Robbery."

Li Ang pulled out the handle from his sleeve The western food knife was stuck on the doorman's neck bluntly, "Slowly, get off the car and put the car key on the seat."

"Don't be impulsive, man." The doorman stared at the blade of the knife, his neck got goose bumps from the cold touch.

He swallowed saliva and said, slowly said: "I am a part-time worker, the owner of this car is..."

"Gotham City Italian Mafia family patriarch, Richard Sapa." Li Ang said with a faint smile, "Of course I know who he is. I don't want to grab his car."

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The doorman’s forehead is sweating heavily, not to mention that the waiter in front of him is not upset, and the car key of this luxury car can’t be lost from oneself, or else Being chased by the Mafia, it is hard to say a few bones.

"Man, listen to me, Mr. Richard is in Gotham with his hands and eyes. Whether he is a gang or a political circle, he has reliable allies. You can call official resources in minutes. You stole his car. I’ll be caught in three days."

"That’s right." Li Ang blew a whistle and adjusted the position of the blade. Feel."

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The facial organs of the doorman on the verge of collapse were almost twisted together. He cried and said, "Brother, you robbed the car. The mafia will never let me go."

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"If you don't give me the car keys, then I won't let you go now." Li Ang said with a smile: "Believe me, the reason you can still breathe now is just that I don't want to cut you. After the throat, clean up the blood that's all splattered in the car."

The doorman closed his eyes like his fate, dropped the key in the passenger seat, and rolled out of the car.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Li Ang sat in the driver's seat, gently patting the doorman's cheek with a knife, and when he stepped on the accelerator, this streamlined Porsche sports car roared and charged. Out of the underground parking lot, he left the bewildered doorman in place.

The Gotham traffic policeman, who was standing at the crossroads holding hot coffee, was stopped by a colleague when he was about to ride a motorcycle when the tires rubbed against the checkered stone bricks and rushed through the traffic lights at high speed.

"Look at the license plate clearly. It's Richard Sapa's car. It's useless if you stop." The older Gotham traffic police sipped his coffee and exhaled a stream of white gas in the night breeze. , Said lazily and cheerfully: "You have to learn to adapt to this city, youngster."

The sports car galloped to the front of the bank. Li Ang stepped out of the car door calmly and stepped up. Going up into the lobby, "I'm here to exchange the check, three million USD banknotes."

The teller glanced at the check, called the bank manager, and took out the USD from the vault with extremely high efficiency.

Li Ang led the suitcase and drove around the bank twice. After confirming that there was no tracking behind him, he parked the luxury car in front of a convenience store and bought cotton and cheap cloth from the store counter. Sundries like vodka.

Tear the cotton cloth to loosen it, twist it into a strip, soak it with vodka, stuff it into the Porsche fuel filler cap, and use a lighter to light the end of the cotton cloth.

He is walking in the night, and the sports car behind him has smoked and fired over time.

Li Ang stepped into the dark alley, patted the shoulder of the vagrant who was searching the pizza box in the garbage dump, tore off the label on the suit from Richard and threw it to him.

"Hey, a good suit, remember not to put it on the outside for others to see."

vagrant rubbed the slender fabric in a daze, looked down but found the left pocket of the suit There is a whole fat lobster claw in it, and four to five hundred USD banknotes are placed in the right pocket.

Vagrant waved the banknotes and shouted, "Hey, your money!"

Li Ang didn't look back, "Look at your walking posture as a veteran? Wayne The port reconstruction of Enterprises is inviting people. Use the money to clean up oneself and try one's luck."

Vagrant stared blankly at Li Ang as he stepped into the deep night, suddenly remembering something. , "Who are you?"

No one responded. Under the lonely street lamp, only the Old Dog whimper of hunger at his feet.

vagrant sighed, break the lobster claws into two, "Well, Old Partner, do you want to eat lobster?"