In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 739: It’s raining again in Gotham tonight (Part 1)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman
The cold rain at night in Gotham always makes this modern metropolis look crumbling, and every night here is precarious.
Among the lush steel jungle, one pair after another of eyes reminds people of beasts in the rain forest. The gun is like a fang, and the ambition is like a claw.
In the dark alley, the arcs of the high beams groped forward along the wet walls. The huge headlights of the truck were like ghost eyes burning with flames. The owner of the auto repair shop blocked his eyes with his arm.
"Damn it! Is that poor guy Vincent?" The skinny, skinny car repair shop owner who was covered in motor oil threw down the wrench in his hand and stood up, swearing a series of obscenities , he yelled: "The group of poor people should die in the sewer, don't come to me to beg for food, a group of **** dirty bedbugs!"
But when the truck came in front of him, the owner of the car repair shop narrowed his eyes. He saw a pale face in the driver's seat. smile.
The owner of the car repair shop hurriedly took a few steps back, and ran into the house in a panic.
The wrench he just dropped just happened to trip him up, causing him to fall to the ground. Even lying on the ground, he tried his best to crawl away from the door, as if a ghost was chasing him.
"The clown truck! That legend is true!
! "The owner of the car repair shop screamed: "There is really a killer clown driving a truck!"
! "
"No...no!
! Don't kill me, I didn't offend you, I don't have any enemies, I still have a wife and children, no!
Don't do it!
”
"Drip, drip, drip..."
There was a regular sound, and the boss of the car repair shop ran towards the back door in a f*cking manner, but the moment he approached the back door, the whole car repair shop exploded.
It is impossible for all the living creatures in the entire store to withstand the impact of a large amount of explosives exploding. In an instant, they turned into coke.
The sea of flames engulfed half of the street. On rainy nights, the raging fire became more and more intense. The power of nature could not withstand the terrible desire of human beings to destroy. Such absurd scenes would only appear in this dark city.
Fire danced in Batman's eyes, lighting up his dark suit.
His mask and cloak turned into two completely different colors, the bright part was not bright enough, because he came late, in this violent explosion, he failed to save anyone, but the dark part Part of it wasn't dark enough, because behind him now were the lights of Gotham.
Batman jumped down to chase the murderer of this murder, the clown killer who only exists in urban legends.
As his cloak passed through the windows of the building, shadows covered Copperpot's face, but disappeared again.
Looking at the mess on the opposite street, Cobot lowered his head expressionlessly. He held a bottle of medicine in his hand. After unscrewing the bottle, he took out one and threw it into his mouth.
"Don't we need to do something? Boss?" Another man who looked older than Cobblepot but was still a teenager asked standing not far from him, looking at his attire, It should be a postman who specializes in delivering letters.
Coppert didn't answer his question, he turned his eyes to the hand that unscrewed the bottle cap.
The fingers of that hand were long and skinny, but when it clenched into a fist, it showed a sense of strength.
"You know what? About a year ago, I couldn't even unscrew the cap on this bottle, and I felt weak and weak at times, but that's not surprising, because, I seldom eat hot food, and I rarely Full."
Speaking of this, Cobbot laughed dryly twice, his face was very sinister, so when he laughed, he was also a little horrified.
But his subordinates are used to it. He said: "Yes, I am the same. If it is not enough to eat, who would be so thin?"
"No... this is a joke, you should smile... because a year ago, I couldn't have owned this bottle, and the price of this bottle of medicine is enough for me to eat well for a month."
Perhaps it was the common sense of humor among Gotham teenagers, the teenage postman really laughed, and he said, "Yeah, I almost forgot, how can kids in Gotham afford this kind of medicine? Mental illness ? We only get mentally ill because we are too poor!"
"So, is it because you are too rich that you have this extra sympathy?" Coppert turned his head slightly, looking out the window at the still burning street.
Among the flames, a dark figure was fighting the fire.
Batman's cloak was burned, and he had to roll on the ground to extinguish the flames on his body, but the charcoal on the ground stained his expensive armor, weakening the luster that was unique to luxury.
"If you are as rich as Wayne, then you can be as compassionate as him, but the question is, will we be richer than him?" Cobblepot looked at Batman's figure and said, "Just Like the guy below, the money he used to repair his clothes is enough to feed the children of the whole city.”
"That's why many people in this city don't like Batman. They feel that he has too much. If they have as much as him, they will do more." Potter reached out and pressed his fingers against the glass of the window.
The fire light illuminated his pale fingers into a warm color, but it didn't make him feel warm, because the flame was too far away, and the light here only had brightness, not heat.
"But in reality, they won't do it. If they have everything Wayne has, they will only be worse than him. That's why, the city doesn't need to be saved."
"I think I have enough now." The postman boy sighed and said, "So it doesn't matter if you have him or not."
"Don't you want to be as rich as Wayne?" Cobblepot asked.
"Of course I want to, everyone wants to, but we all know that this is impossible, but if I am really as rich as him, I will not donate money to others. I keep all the money for myself, and I don’t give a penny to anyone else.”
"Yeah, we all think so," Cobot replied, but then he looked at Batman and said, "But the millionaire thinks we're selfish bad guys, and he's Nice guy."
"Don't be kidding!" The postman boy gritted his teeth and said, "Don't talk about being as rich as Wayne, even if I can have a hundred dollars now, I will definitely hide it in a place where no one can find it." Only I can use it, and no one can take it away from me!"
"Have you ever had a hundred dollars?" asked Copperpot.
"Of course not." The postman boy rolled his eyes and said, "I have two younger brothers and a younger sister. They will eat everything in sight. Eat it all up, and now I don't even have ten cents on me."
"I'll teach you a method that can make you a hundred dollars very quickly, do you want to try it?" Cobblepot asked again.
"Of course! Boss, tell me quickly, I already knew that if you listen to you, you will definitely make money. You are the smartest among us!" The postman boy said expectantly.
"Now, you run down, get some black ash from the pile of burnt wood, wipe it on your face and body, and then sit there crying, and soon, you will see banknotes floating in front of you That rich old man won't be stingy with this little money." Coppert sneered and said.
But suddenly, the postman boy hesitated. He stood still for dozens of seconds without moving. Cobblepot turned to look at him and asked, "Why don't you go?"
"I don't want to beg." The postman boy showed a trace of fear on his face, and he said, "Only those children who are born with disabilities or who are too young will do this kind of work, that's terrible. .”
"But I've dealt with those 'moms and dads' who abused their children. What are you still afraid of?" Cobblepot asked.
"No, it has nothing to do with that." The postman boy shook his head and said, "If it weren't for the fact that there is no other way, the kids in Gotham wouldn't want to beg."
"Once you kneel down and ask people for money, they will understand that you are a juicy chicken leg."
"They will know you, and you are desperate. You can't resist any of their actions. As long as you kneel on the side of the road and ask for money, it's like saying 'I'm easy to bully' to everyone."
"That will send you to hell." The voice of the postman boy began to tremble, and he swallowed his saliva and continued: "I have seen... seen them being... I can't do that, no one wants to To do this, no one in Gotham can show weakness, otherwise, we will be swallowed by the devil."
"When we were strong, we were one of the devils, and we would beat and even shoot the puny Mailman kids, but we all knew that if we were weak, we would get beaten too , so we must make ourselves fierce, once you kneel down to anyone, you are dead."
The postman boy swallowed again, he hesitated, but Cobblepot said, "What do you want to say? Tell me."
The postman boy showed a somewhat fearful expression. Even though he was taller than Coppert, he still lowered his head and muttered: "Actually, we all know when you kill those parents who exploit and beg children. , they may be finished."
"Because those parents are not only bullying and abusing them, but also protecting them. For the sake of parents, those people will not go too far, at least they will not kill them, but If there is no leader, even if they are not killed, they will starve to death."
"Now, where are they?" Cobblepot asked.
"I don't know, they are too young to play with us." The postman boy raised his eyes and glanced at Cobblepot's expression with some fear, and said, "However, they should not be dead, I am not here Their bodies were seen in garbage trucks or trucks going out of town."
"It's okay if you don't know, I know."
Coppert turned his head and glanced across the street for the last time, the flames there were about to be extinguished. Batman's expensive equipment was indeed very powerful, but at this moment, it had been worn out and looked unsightly.
Coppert left the building, followed a side door of the underground parking lot, and walked into an underground passage. There was no light in the dark underground passage. The postman boy trembled a little. He was not afraid of people, but he was afraid of ghosts.
Through the passage, I came to another underground parking lot. I went out from an exit of the underground parking lot, walked through the dark and narrow alley, and went down into a cellar, and then came to an abandoned basement.
Because of his occupation, the postman boy has a good sense of direction. He said, "This seems to be the bar owned by old Robert? Is it the basement of the bar?"
"That's right, it's here, do you smell the wine?" Cobblepot looked up at the ceiling, where there was still some rainwater leaking, and said, "That old red-haired guy, because of the Leaks, so don't use it anymore."
As soon as he opened the door to the basement, the postman boy saw many children who were much younger than him.
Many of these children are only about six or seven years old. Each of them is thin and small, and their skin is rough and dark. It seems that they are exposed to the wind and sun and cannot eat enough.
At this time, they were all wolfing down large pieces of bread. Although they were eating in a hurry, they were orderly. Standing in front of them was a black man who was wearing a red jacket and looked about the same age as Coppert. .
"Oh, Cobbot, here you are. Today's bread has been distributed, do you want a piece?" The black man came over and said with a smile.
"
Coppert shook his head, looked up at him and said, "Red truck? What about you? Where are the tires?"
"He went to help her mother with work~IndoMTL.com~so I'm here today." After the red truck finished speaking, he looked back at the group of children.
Everyone is burying their heads in hard work, and the room is filled with the sound of gobbling. These children are hardly noisy, because they may not even have the strength to speak loudly.
Perennial hunger has caused more than half of the children here to suffer from severe malnutrition. Many people still have scars from being abused. Some are even disabled, losing fingers and toes, and some even have difficulty walking. .
"Okay, have you finished eating? Later, someone will come to see you, please sit down. Now, I want to give you a name, in case the doctor can't tell who you are..."
"The ones with names come out first and stand over there. Those without names stand in a row here. Remember the pronunciation I told you. Later, if anyone can't say their name, go down You won’t be able to get the bread once.”
After the red truck finished speaking, all the children were silent and divided into two rows.
After a while, the door to the basement rang twice, and many children began to tremble.
The first one came in was an umbrella, a black umbrella. The tip of the umbrella pushed open the door of the basement. The rainwater flowed from the tip of the umbrella to the door, and then fell silently to the ground.
The black leather shoes stepped on the wet concrete floor and made a "da da" sound. Just when the hearts of all the children raised their throats, a professor in a black suit appeared outside the door.
He cleared his throat and was about to speak when he suddenly turned his head and said to the back:
"Why do you have a burning smell? What did you do just now? Batman?"