Iceberg Bar.

The home base of Carman Feconi.

In this bar, Carman Ficoni is the supreme king, and it is often frequented by parliamentarians, union leaders, policemen, judges, etc., and Ficoni will not cause any lawsuits when he shoots people in the head in that bar, and the prosecutorial department will not trouble him with small things such as murder, arson, smuggling and drug trafficking.

Seven years ago, Bruce Wayne, the prince of Gotham and the heir of the Wayne Group, once rushed to this bar alone, came to Carman Ficony, and shouted that he was not afraid of him, but was well educated by Carman Ficoni as a human grown-up, and disappeared without a trace, and only now did he return to Gotham.

Since then, there has been even more awe of Carman Ficoni.

At this moment, his gang leaders stood at the table where Ficconi was drinking, trembling like schoolchildren who had made mistakes and were being trained, and they did not dare to come out.

Including of course the hapless Mr. Salvatore Malonei – it was he who ran the bar that was attacked by the clown last night and suffered heavy losses.

"Maloney, I heard what happened to that bar, I remember when you took over, you promised me that you would run it so hard that it would be our cash cow, but now, why was this tree taken away by the clown?"

Maloney smiled awkwardly and said, "Sir, it's my fault, but the clown is also a madman......"

"Of course I know the Joker is a madman!" Ficcony interrupted Maloney, "but I heard that the Joker shouted as he was leaving, that he had robbed three million dollars, and you said he had lost eight million." ”

"Sir, you know, the Joker has always been insane, and he acts completely irrationally, which is clearly intended to sow discord between us, Mr. Ficony, please believe in my loyalty to you. Maloney said.

"Really?" Ficcony took a glass of wine and smacked his lips and said, "Usually the clown kills people, sets fires, blows up bars, plays the police around, and even blows up my car, but he hasn't robbed the money, and this large-scale operation is just for those millions, which is a bit unreasonable." ”

Maloney sighed, his tone very calm: "Mr. Ficoni, I promise to catch the clown as soon as possible and spit out all the money he swallowed." ”

"Well, that's good!" Fercony looked indifferent: "The dignified Mr. Maloney was so humiliated, and it would be too unreasonable to let the clown escape in the end." ”

"Yes, Mr. Ficoni. Maloney bowed deeply and slowly stepped out.

As he walked out of the bar, he looked up at the dark sky and casually slipped into his car before letting out a long sigh of relief.

The car drove steadily on the roads of Gotham City, and Maloney said without saying a word, "Mr. Ficony's cargo transportation this week, you arranged for them to leak to that poor Sheriff Gordon." ”

"Sir, but ......"

"Sheriff Gordon is a decent officer, but he can't hide his secrets, and the news will soon be noticed by the Joker. ”

Maloney said lightly.

"Yes, sir. The subordinate replied.

Silence continues on board.

But Maloney's heart fluctuated: "If the Joker plays tricks on me this time, then there is a good chance that he will trick Fedoni next time, and if he is unlucky, then I have to be ready." ”

"But what if the Joker is just doing whatever he wants, and then the skies of Gotham are still hanging under Ficony, do I want to make up for the five million deficit myself?"

Thinking of this, Maloney couldn't help but feel distressed and wanted to drip blood.

He never thought he would be able to snatch back the eight million he had lost from the clown.

......

The clown himself blew up the Golden Peacock Restaurant into the sky, leaving no trace.

From this point of view, this guy doesn't mean to kill them all.

But you can't think of the clown as a gangster with a conscience, this guy is neurotic, paranoid and crazy, and he can't play cards according to the routine at all, you can't guess what this guy is thinking.

But in any case, as long as this guy finds himself, he will definitely find a way to kill him as quickly as possible, just like he intends to deal with the clown in this way.

Click, click,

In the dirty alley, the shallow, muddy puddles of water were broken by footsteps, and the boat hobbled forward with its feet on the slippery walls.

He walked to a dark corner where the street lamp couldn't shine, sat down slowly against the wall, gritted his teeth and took off his shirt.

I saw that the skin around him was red, and there were red, swollen and staggered blood idiots everywhere, and there was a pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow when he touched it.

It seems that he did not die at the hands of the clown, which is really his luck.

Feng Zhou sighed and said: "I can't go back to the place where I live, and I can't go to the people I know to find it, otherwise it will affect them, it seems that I must find a place to hide and recuperate as soon as possible, otherwise I won't survive the next episode......"

It's not good to stay here, whether it's a clown or a Gotham police station that smells the fire, it's not a trouble that you can deal with.

Fortunately, when Feng Zhou was fighting in the restaurant, when he cut off the power supply, he foreseeably touched several wallets from several "colleagues" who had died unjustly, and after a little inspection, he could make up about 2,000 US dollars in cash, which could save a little and cope with it for a few days.

Sure enough, it's an inferior fart, several people get together for only two thousand dollars, and the banknotes are still crumpled, no wonder they want to follow the clown to the underworld.

Feng Zhou took a long breath, found a sewer to wash away the blood scabs on his body, and walked on the highway after being a little less embarrassed, taking off his broken clothes as he walked, and when he walked past a homeless man's discarded gasoline barrel for heating, he threw it all into it and burned it out.

For the upper class, Gotham is glamorous, but for a person like Feng Zhou, who has nowhere to stay, what he needs is a remote mix.

Even if the Joker is extremely intelligent, after all his subordinates are served by himself, he will be in the stage of "deafness and blindness" for a long time, and even if he quickly gathers his manpower, it is impossible to spread to every corner of Gotham.

As long as he quickly finds a place to live in seclusion, the clown will not be able to find himself even if he has his hands and eyes.

With this in mind, he walked into the lower town and followed the dim sign lights to find a dilapidated motel.

The innkeeper was a middle-aged woman with drooping eyelids, sitting in the boss's chair behind the glass counter, flipping through a magazine with her head down, not knowing what to say.

He glanced at the simple clothes on Feng Zhou's body, and said in an emotionless tone: "Take out your ID card....."

Feng Zhou silently took out two hundred-dollar Franklin from his wallet and slapped them on the table, "Is this okay?"

The boss was expressionless, but reached out with great speed to take the banknote away, and then threw a bunch of keys through the glass hole.

"Your room is on the third floor and turn left for the fifth, don't make noise, don't mess around, and be gentle when you're messing around - unless you're not afraid of the one hundred and eighty pound guy next door. ”

The landlady flipped through the magazines and said, "There is a phone book in the bedside table to contact Niu'er, but be careful not to get sick." ”