The Richest Man in the DC World

　　 In an underground warehouse in the West District of Metropolis.

　　 Luke is sitting on the sofa, eating ice cream, and watching the latest news about Gotham City on TV with relish.

　　 In the sunny sky, countless leaflets fell like snowflakes.

　　 The citizens chased snowflakes, just like children who saw snow for the first time.

　　 "This situation is truly beautiful."

　　 Luke sighed heartily, his eyes turned behind him.

　　 "Mr. Sidney, stop pretending, I know you are awake."

　　 "Since I am awake, I should also talk about business."

Luke moved a chair to sit in front of him, looked up and down, and almost laughed out. Sidney was not tall, and as he grew older, his body gradually developed in the direction of the earth and fat circle. On the cross, there is no tragic and majesty of the crucifixion of Jesus. Instead, there is an illusion of silent comedy movies in the 1930s.

　　 Luke coughed and said in a low tone.

"I heard that Mr. Sidney is a devout Jewish believer. I must not mind if I bind you in this way. Of course, if I feel that the form is not solemn enough, I can strip your clothes naked and nail them on the wrists and ankles. Iron nails, but that's too bloody, I don't want to."

　　 Sidney opened his bloodshot eyes and stared at Luke like a man.

　　 "Demon! You will go to hell."

　　 Luke shook his head, "This sentence is very wrong."

"There is a very important one in the doctrine of Judaism: the Creator rewards those who obey the law and punishes those who trample on the law. Although I am not a believer in Judaism, I have lived for seventeen years. I have never violated this doctrine. You, Mr. Sidney, murder, rape, wretched girls, oppress goodness, smuggle drugs, sell arms..."

　　 Crimes one after another, Sidney's cheek trembles every time he counts, and in the end, he simply closes his eyes, not listening, smelling, or asking.

　　 Luke chuckled, with undisguised mockery on his face.

　　 "Just like you and a devout believer, if God knows that there are believers like you, it will pop out of anger."

"you……"

Sidney's eyes widened and struggling, but no matter how hard he tried, the chains that bound his hands and feet didn't move, but he was panting. From last night to now, he was first beaten by Batman and then hit by Luke. , And then hung on the cross for a few hours, the body could not bear it.

　　 "Okay, stop pretending, you don't believe in God at all, you only believe in money."

　　 "Let’s be realistic, let’s talk, how much is your life worth?"

　　 Sidney spit, "Yellow dog, I won't give you a penny."

　　 "Good! Have a backbone!"

　　 Luke pinched an orchid finger and said with a smile, "I like you like this."

　　 said, picking up the dagger on the table.

　　 The stainless steel dagger reflected dazzling light under the light. Seeing the blade getting closer and closer to his neck, Sidney couldn't help shouting.

　　 "What are you doing! Don't come over, go!"

　　 Luke sighed, "Mr. Sidney, you are also the number one or two in Gotham City anyway, a little bit of spine, don't let me look down."

　　 "Don't worry, this is the first time I personally kill someone. It won't be too bloody. I will give you a warm and painless way to die. I promise to satisfy you. Remember to give a five-star praise."

　　 The dagger slashed through the air, and across Sidney's hands and wrists, the blood ran down the skin, one drop, two drops, three drops...

　　 The blood drop fell in the copper basin, making a splash.

　　 A look of despair flashed in Sidney's eyes. He tried to beg for mercy several times, but he put his head down and said nothing.

　　 Luke wiped the blood from the knife and said lightly,

"The death time of a normal person after a wrist cut is about an hour. I didn't have so much patience, so I cut your hands, plus your shoulder, abdomen, and chest injuries. That is to say, you insist on at most 25 minute."

　　 Luke took out the alarm clock he had prepared,

　　 "It's 8:13, 8:30, I will come over and give you one last chance."

　　 After speaking, put down the alarm clock, turned and left, turned back when he reached the door,

　　 "By the way, I forgot to tell you one thing. I already know the phone call you made to your son. I believe Falcone will be able to find them before long. I wish you a happy family in hell."

　　 Luke nodded slightly, closed the iron gate in Sidney's desperate eyes, and disappeared.

　　……

　　Although Martin Jesse had done all the preparations he could think of, the moment he walked out of the city hall, fear still emerged uncontrollably

Too many people!

　　 The entire central square, 140,000 square meters of land was crowded with people.

　　 It's so dark, I can't count it at a glance.

　　 These people gathered together, there was not too much noise, not too much noise, a large part of them just stood there, calmly looking ahead.

　　 If it was in the past, Martin Jesse would be happy to show off his speech talent in front of so many people, but today is different. He felt fear. Those eyes are like blood demons running out of hell. UU reading www.uukanshu. Com is going to swallow him even the flesh and blood.

　　The assistant reminded him, "Sir, you can't drag it anymore."

　　 Martin reacted immediately, tightened his mind, walked to the microphone, coughed habitually, and was about to speak when an unknown object flew out of the crowd.

　　 The flying object wiped the podium and landed on the steps.

　　 turned out to be a burger wrapped in leaflets. Under the dazzling sunlight, the words covered by the cream were particularly dazzling.

　　 A reporter rushed out of the blockade and asked loudly,

　　 "Mr. Mayor, is the flyer genuine? You really got a bribe from Falcone!"

　　 Someone took the lead, and other reporters were unwilling to show weakness. They all used their skills as paparazzi and broke free from the police interception. A dozen microphones all smashed in front of Martin Jesse.

"Mr. Mayor, on April 8, you were invited to attend a charity dinner at the Mossag Hotel, and Falcone was among them. The next day you received a bribe of 2.76 million US dollars. What kind of money is this? Does the channel reach you, the central bank?"

　　 "Mr. Mayor, James Colin, director of the Gotham City Branch, you pulled up with one hand, and now he is accepting bribes. How do you explain this?"

　　 "Mr. Mayor, please answer my question."

　　 "Mr. Mayor..."

　　 "Mr. Mayor..."

　　 Martin Jessie felt 10,000 mosquitoes buzzing in his ears. He couldn't hear what the other party was saying, and didn't want to listen. Seeing that the situation was out of control, he quickly waved to the police and asked them to drive away.

　　 If it was before, the press conference chose to retreat, but now it’s different. The flyer exposes the dark side of Gotham City. The police are no longer the incarnation of justice, but a group of moths who accept bribes.

　　 The **** should be killed!