Around three o'clock in the afternoon.

Jack Clary of the weapons store finally got out of bed.

He rubbed his forehead in pain.

Well, he shouldn't have drunk so much last night, and now the whole person is as if he has just been beaten a thousand times, not to mention the pain all over his body, and he has a splitting headache.

Put on your slippers.

Had a tasteless lunch.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Jack went to the store from behind, intending to rest on his chaise longue for a while before opening the door.

Glancing out the window.

Today was the worst weather he had seen in a week, the clouds in the sky were so thick that they were about to trigger the operation of the street lights, but not a drop of rain was going to fall.

But also, Gotham, when the weather is particularly good, hehe.

Now that I think about it, he has a much better life than most Gothams, for example, he can open the door when he wants when everyone is busy with work.

Door......

What's that at the door!

Seeing the people at the door clearly, Jack almost fell off the recliner.

Just thinking of opening the door, he subconsciously glanced at his shop, but instead of seeing the usual streets and vehicles, he saw a man in a loose coat, messy hair, and a pale face staring at him.

Having lived in Gotham for so long, Jack believes that his mental qualities are strong enough.

But as soon as he got up, he saw a person with such a strong impact standing in front of his shop.

To be honest, everyone has to panic.

"Bang!"

Just as Jack was thinking about what to do, the man outside put his hand on the glass and slowly slid it over his glass door with an unknown liquid, as if writing something.

Jack Clary took his breath and placed his right hand on the submachine gun silently.

He had already decided that as long as the other party dared to break the glass, he would do it immediately.

The man's hand slid across the glass to write a line, the font twisted and dripping with clear liquid.

I believe that if this liquid were changed to red, it would have allowed Jack to shoot directly.

Finally, the other party finished writing, put down his hand, and on the glass, the twisted letters were read down one by one.

Open the door? I've been waiting for more than four hours.

Jack was confused.

What does this mean, this weirdo waited for more than four hours, or waited for himself to open the door, what was he going to do?

"Open the door! Bastard! How long are you going to sleep? I've been standing here for over four hours now! I'll get the knife I ordered! ”

Luo Sheng at the door collapsed and shouted on the door.

That's right, after he came out of the pharmacy, he went straight to the weapons store, only to find that the store was not open.

It was past eleven o'clock at noon, and Luo Sheng thought that Jack might have gone to dinner, thinking that it would definitely be open after waiting for ten minutes.

Then ten minutes passed, and the door didn't open.

It's okay, then wait another ten minutes, and the door will definitely open, right?

Ten minutes passed, and it still didn't open.

Well, it's been twenty minutes, it's been so long, it should be open immediately, then wait another ten minutes, Luo Sheng thought so, just like that, an hour passed.

Luo Sheng clearly remembered that he was very manic at the time, but he waited for an hour to pass, and if he left, Jack's bastard suddenly opened the door again.

What a fool this hour!

So, Luo Sheng comforted himself again.

It's okay! An hour has passed! Do you care about the past hour?

Then four hours passed.

At this time, Luo Sheng looked at the sky full of clouds sluggishly, as if he felt that life was meaningless.

And at this very time! Jack is finally out! He was full of joy and thought that he was about to open the door!

But what he didn't expect was that this bastard would completely ignore him and lie on that broken chair! Who can continue to hold on!

And Jack in the store was only remembered after being photographed like this.

"Hey! You're not the guy who took 200 dollars that day and ordered a kitchen knife, right? ”

"Who else could it be if it wasn't me!" Luo Sheng yelled outside the gate.

Jack scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Sorry, I'll drive it right away." Jack pulled the key out of the cupboard and stepped forward to open the glass door.

"Hurry up! My knives! ”

Luo Sheng has little patience now.

After not sleeping all night, not to mention, and spending another four hours in this place, he now has a feeling that he is about to ascend to heaven.

Jack Clary shrugged.

"Don't be so excited, I just drank two drinks last night, as for your goods."

As he spoke, Larry walked under the counter and fumbled his hand underneath for a while, before a flash of silver light and a long Western kitchen knife was pulled out.

The blade of this knife is very bright and pure, and the blade is thicker than ordinary Western kitchen knives, giving people the feeling that they can cut bones with one knife.

Jack smiled sheepishly and handed the hilt to Luo Sheng instead.

"Believe me, brother, you'll love this knife, it's completely hard currency on the Germans' side, even ordinary sabers can't cut this thing for cutting potatoes, haha!"

After taking the knife, Luo Sheng was not interested in taking care of Jack, but carefully observed the knife.

The black hilt, inlaid with nails, the blade is shiny silver, the material is very hard, and there is no sound even when you flick it with your hand, which is enough to prove the strength of the knife.

Holding this kitchen knife, Luo Sheng felt an unprecedented steadfastness, as if he had found his body.

After coming to Gotham for so long, he has always carried bricks, and now when he holds this familiar kitchen knife, he suddenly feels like his heart is racing.

He's a chef again.

Although this knife may be used for other things besides cutting vegetables, it does not prevent him from liking this kitchen knife.

"Hehe, I hope this thing can really cut people's bones." Luo Sheng smiled sympathetically.

Jack's expression froze when he was laughing.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a hint of fear.

……

"He said he had the right to stop me from beating the homeless people."

"Of course I have the right."

"Look, how does this allow me to work with this person!"

In the superintendent's office, the black female superintendent watched Brock and Gordon yell at each other, and her whole head trembled.

This is the fifteenth time that Gordon's stubborn personality has been at odds with other cops.

After so many years in the industry, it was the first time she had seen such an unknown person, and to be honest, she was very annoyed.

"Gordon, I'm going to tell you a few times, it's not for you to break the law, it may be bad elsewhere, but this is Gotham, here, you can't live if you don't compromise." The police superintendent said impatiently.

"I know." Gordon said calmly.

"Yes, he knew, but he still refused to cooperate." Brock immediately retorted

"Stop, gentlemen."

The police superintendent waved his hand to stop the two men from continuing to argue, and his voice took on a little threatening tone.

"I'm a police commissioner, and I'm not sent by an education department to solve the conflict between the children, can anyone of you come and tell me about the homeless man being shot compared to Gordon."

Everyone in the room could tell that this was changing the subject, and there was nothing incomprehensible about it.

Gordon touched his nose and said with a tired face: "If what the boy said is true, it is that there is a kidnapping gang that kidnaps a large number of homeless street children on the streets, they pretend to be government agents, and the method is to poke them with big needles. ”

"Please, please!" Bullock interrupted what Gordon said and retorted, "You tell me, how can there be a group of people who want to kidnap these sloppy and useless street children, is there any market demand?" ”