Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Bang"

Harvey threw the port entry and exit book in front of the ugly face of Kevin, and said sarcastically, "Huh, a gift to Mr. Nicholas, Ha? 1500 assault rifles, 200W bullets, which can blow up half of them. Getan’s explosives and grenades, I also saw small missiles. Mr. Kevin, is your good friend Nicholas ready to wage a war?"

"you..."

Steve rushed up with an angry face, but was stopped by Kevin. The boss of the devil took a look at Harvey. He took a deep breath and turned around. He was surrounded by several containers. The enemy's devil waved his hands for the crowd,

"All TM go to work, what are you doing standing here?"

This action caused Harvey to raise his eyebrows, but soon, those gangsters with grievances left obediently. An angry expression appeared on the official face.

Kevin dispelled the others. He reached out the phone from his pocket, dialed in front of Harvey, opened the sound and placed it on the table. After a moment, a lazy voice came out.

"What is it? Kevin."

"Boss, prosecutor Mr. Harvey is now accusing us of smuggling and arms trafficking. He does not want to hear me explain about the "gifts" given to Mr. Nicholas."

Kevin said as usual, the microphone remained silent for a few seconds, and then spoke again.

"Then invite Mr. Harvey and the prosecutors to come to the bar, I will wait for them here... are you listening? Mr. Harvey, come here, I will give you a reasonable explanation."

Kevin turned off his phone and stood up,

"Please, gentlemen."

Harvey Dent took a deep breath, "Saibo Hawke? Director of the Port Authority?"

Kevin glanced back at him, and said indifferently,

"Don't you want to see him? Come with me."

Five minutes later, at the old gun bar, Harvey and several other prosecutors sat on the bar chairs. Kevin sat at the bar door. For a moment, Saber with an apron came out of the kitchen and he waved his hand. The wooden shovel said to the few people watching him,

"Uh, sorry, I was just preparing breakfast for the kid, right, you are Harvey, the bright knight of Gotham, right?"

Harvey looked at the tall guy in front of him, with a height of 190, a muscular body, yellow skin, black hair, a voice with a California accent, and those eyes that were always squinting, he was wearing an apron and looked Somewhat funny, but when seen by that eye, Harvey felt like he was being stared at by a beast.

This was not the first time he saw Cyber, but it was definitely the first time he had such a peaceful exchange with Cyber. He put his left hand on the chair and said with mild expectations,

"Mr. Cyber, about the smuggled weapons..."

"Wait! Mr. Harvey."

Cyber ​​took off his apron and looked at Harvey with some doubt. "Smuggling? Why don't I know?"

He looked at Kevin again, "Kevin, have you been smuggling recently?"

"No, boss, we never smuggle!"

Kevin replied in response, and Cyber ​​nodded with satisfaction, "It's good, smuggling is a bad thing, or illegal, you don't want to do these bad things."

He turned his head, looked at Harvey, spread his hands,

"Look, we are not smuggling, are we?"

"Click"

Harvey's fist was clenched, and he looked at Cyber ​​with a ugly face. "Are you teasing me? Mr. Cyber, the containers in the weapons field have "Gifts" written on them, so many weapons, you Do you think these two sentences can be mixed?"

"But that is indeed a "gift"!"

Cyber ​​walked into the bar and took a stack of receipts from the drawer and placed them in front of Harvey. "Look, that's what I bought from the weapon dealer of Stark Industries for the workers in the dock area in my own name. Self-defense "civilian products", this is a country where you can't help but have guns, and Gotham's public security is so bad, we need weapons to protect ourselves, my prosecutor, do you think I have problems doing these things?"

Harvey took over the receipts, and he flipped through a few pages. They were indeed all firearms purchased in the name of different people. There were even complete invoices and the stamps of the firearms operators. From this perspective, illegal arms sales Obviously it is not true.

But he still felt humiliated by his IQ. He looked up at Cyber, who shrugged and said to several other prosecutors,

"You can check every gun, it's a semi-automatic weapon...we didn't violate any law in this country...As for gifts, the workers told me they don't need those weapons, that's too violent, but it's already I bought it but I can’t return it, so I use these small toys as my and Kevin’s collection. Now my friend needs it, I give it to him, I don’t even need him to pay, so is there a problem?”

"But there are 200W bullets!"

A prosecutor stood up and retorted angrily, "Do you treat us like idiots? Mr. Cyber, who has a normal IQ who will collect 1,500 identical guns?"

Cyber ​​glanced at him and said coldly,

"We like to shoot, can't we?"

He looked at Harvey again, "Maybe I did miss some of the business tax, sorry, I'm very busy every day, so, Kevin, now pay the tax we should pay to the tax bureau, don't use these small things in the future Come bother me, you know?"

After he finished talking, he shook his head, turned around, put on his apron again, while he mumbled,

"A group of spicy chicken."

"Mr. Cyber!"

Harvey stood up. He looked at Cyber's back and said aloud, "I now suspect that your "small gift" will affect the stability of the entire Gotham. I need to temporarily seize those containers!"

"Sorry, you can't seize it."

Saibo shook his hand without looking back. "There are official purchases belonging to the Mexican government and several countries in Central Asia in the container. My gifts are only for transit. If you want to detain the goods purchased by the foreign government, you still need Submit a more advanced application, yes, let me just be more straightforward, Mr. Harvey."

"You can't control this matter!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked into the kitchen, leaving several prosecutors dumbfounded, and Kevin pushed the door open with a snap. He picked up the intercom and gave a sneer glance at Harvey,

"Steve, let the boat at Pier 5 set sail, and the matter is resolved."

After he finished speaking, he strode out, leaving Harvey and several others with dignified faces. After a few minutes, Harvey’s mobile phone rang, he connected, and he heard Rachel reporting on the other side, who also failed. Deng's actions, double failure and anger caused Harvey to hit the table in front of him. He glanced at the kitchen with fragrance and gritted his teeth.

"let's go!"

In the afternoon of the same day in a secret place in Gotham City District, eleven gang bosses gathered here, just like a banquet, they were filled with beautiful food and drinks in front of them, and they were the closest brothers around them. Outside the house, it is completely adequate security.

"Come on, cheers!"

Woolz, wearing a flowered shirt, held his wine glass high. He was a little bit sullen. He stood up and said aloud, "You didn't see the face of Gordon's old dog, hahaha, just like eating X, ha Haha, when I think of that face, I want to laugh...I'm so happy, hahaha."

"He thought his plan was seamless?"

The other guy raised his glass and mocked aloud, "He doesn't even know how many of us are in his police station! I can hide the bomb under his **** as long as I want, hahaha."

Everyone laughed, almost like a group of demons and flurry of dances. Soon, the door of this secret place was pushed open. A middle-aged man in a beige suit and bow tie walked into it, Woolz's face There was a trace of disdain, but he stood up and gave the guy a big hug.

"My brother Maloney, why are you here? This time I really thank you for keeping our money!"

"this is nothing."

Maloney, who always wanted to be the second Falconi, shook his hand casually. He sat at the front of the table. "Everyone lives in Gotham. I want to help each other. I just did what I should do. "

Others nodded, some guys even clapped their hands. Everyone knew Maloney’s thoughts, but no one would be willing to be annexed, but this time everyone really accepted Maloney’s feelings, and no one was. Jumping out to sing a counter tone, they casually said some meaty words, and the atmosphere was extremely hot for a while.

"Speaking, man, where is our money now?"

Woolz asked intentionally or unintentionally that Maloney didn't think much about it. His left hand was next to his ear, rubbing his fingers gently, and he showed a helpless expression.

"I do not know..."

"what?"

Woolz's eyes widened, and he put down the glass in his hand. "It's all you do. Now you say you don't know where the money is? That's 800 million yuan, my brother!"

Everyone stopped their movements. They looked at Maloney, who snapped his fingers. Soon, the two guys carried a TV and placed it in front of the table.

"I really don't know that all of this is operated by Liu. Houghs was seriously injured, and we can only leave it to him."

Liu is the owner of the accounting company responsible for the operation of the gang bank. He also worked with the Gotham gang for several years, but Woolz frowned.

"Frankly, brother, I don't believe Liu. That guy is not as good as Huffs. He always makes small moves and hides all of our money. Are you at ease?"

Maloney shrugged. There was some helplessness on his face. "I don't worry, but what can we do? No one but him knows how to work. Let's see what Liu says first."

The TV set was turned on, and a yellow man's face appeared on the TV set. He looked at Gotham's 12 big men with a smile, and said softly,

"Don’t worry, you guys, your money is still in the United States, but in specific places, I can’t tell you until this storm subsides... I said a long time ago, it’s a good idea to put the money together , Hide separately, once a person is caught, the money of the rest of you will be found and then frozen... rest assured, I will handle everything."

"For the bad things in law and economy, you are professional and we can trust you."

Maloney glanced at the others, and he spoke outrageously, but he turned around and asked,

"But what about the illegal "inquiries"? You have also lived in Gotham for several years. Do you know who I am talking about, Liu, do you have any good solutions?"

"You are talking about Batman, right?"

The young businessman said the name that made everyone a taboo. He lifted a glass of wine with a light face and gently shook it in his hand.

"I'm on a plane leaving the United States now, Batman is unstoppable in Gotham... But what if in another city, another country? Don't forget my nationality, gentlemen, this is my advantage , Isn’t it? I’ll go to the other side of the earth, until everything is calm, I will come back again."

As soon as Liu's voice fell, another voice rang with a scream. Everyone, including Liu on the TV, looked at the door. They saw a dirty purple suit with black gloves and hair. The weird guy with messy white paint on his face and red scars on the corners of his mouth walked into this secret rally while walking at a strange pace while humming a song.

"Oh hey ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

His thick black oily gaze swept over everyone present, and finally put his gaze on Liu in the TV set. He gave a hoarse and low laughter, and the sarcasm meant that everyone could hear come out.

"I thought my joke was not funny, I didn't expect what you said here...it's ten thousand times worse than mine."