The night is like the patron saint of sin in Gotham, and countless evil transactions are carried out under the cover of night. Several drug bosses appeared in a stronghold like at every fixed-time party. Everyone's expressions were not good, because this time it was a sudden gathering, not an agreed fixed time.

This kind of gathering is crucial for those of them who survive in the cracks of Gotham bosses, with the necessary distribution of interests and some necessary cooperation.

A few guys in the room sat boredly in their places, chatting casually about some inconsequential things, and testing the tone of others by the way. The shredded conversation stopped abruptly as a fat black man in a black suit walked into the room. All the people in the room looked up at the man who had entered the room.

"Wright, what did you call us to?"

It's a little unpleasant to be called at an unscheduled time, Wright's gang is the largest of these people, and he has a close relationship with Sanchez, although on the surface they seem to be in a reciprocal relationship, but Wright is still a little condescending when facing them, which makes people very unhappy and the tone of the question is also a little bad.

"Me? Didn't you start this meeting? ”

Wright looked strangely at Freddy, the man who was located in the westernmost part of the area, and asked a little strangely.

Wright's words suddenly detonated the otherwise quiet space, and several leaders determined with each other who had started the party, but no one admitted it.

"Which guy is impatient? Dare to fool us?!! ”

No one knows why this party was started, no one knows who started it, and it looks like a boring prank. Sanchez gave a cruel smile that made one wonder what the consequences would be if the guy who started the party fell into his hands.

“..... Who is the signature of the invitation you received? ”

Wright, the leader with the largest territory and size, quickly sensed something strange. As the leader of a group of drug dealers, they all have sharp instincts and anti-detection skills, and it is impossible for a boring person to gather them here.

“... Albert"

The answer was expected by Wright:

"The byline I received was Sebastian"

Sebastian is the number two under the West End boss, on the same level as Albert in his rank.

"I received it from Hernando"

The guys who have their minds turning quickly quickly notice the problem here. The signatures of the initiating invitations were all their number twos, and they were the number one people who knew nothing about it......

"I called you"

An unfamiliar voice interjected into a noisy chatter, interrupting the discussion. Following the voice, a man in a motorcycle jacket stood on the metal passage on the second floor and looked down at them condescendingly, and what made them panic was the red mask on the man's head....

"Who are you?"

I don't know who had the courage to ask this question that everyone wanted to ask. The minions standing in the back instinctively pulled out the guns pinned to their waists.

A shuttle of bullets swept down from above, and the little bosses instinctively hid under nearby cover.

There are a lot of rumors about this red hood, but judging from the Black Mask and the Penguin Man, no matter how it is rumored that this guy is ruthless, he can't run away.

It is said that the recent incident in Brugh Haven, which was defined by the police as an intra-gang fight, was also the work of this guy, because the guns left at the scene were said to be the same ones that were missing from Black Mask. And now they have thoroughly appreciated how ruthless this man is.

The gunfire stopped, and the guy who was still alive pulled out his pistol and was ready to fight back, judging by the man's past behavior, the chances of them not fighting once or leaving here were too low.

After waiting for a while, the expected gunfire did not appear again, but the voice that seemed to be conducted in a metal can:

"I'm here to negotiate a deal, and if you agree, you can leave alive."

“..... What if we don't agree? ”

The guys, who have always called the shots, are very disgusted by that kind of commanding negotiation, and Wright asked aloud in a very unhappy voice.

"Then die"

"You think you can deal with all of us alone?"

Instead of answering their question, Red Hood dropped a travel bag from his feet. The improvised duffel bag was not chained, and the massive impact caused something to roll out of it as it landed on the table. When they saw what was rolling out, even if they lived on the tip of the knife, they suddenly felt cold.

"How? Do I need another night to prove how far I can go? ”

Wright and the others looked at the travel bag full of heads, and from the two heads that rolled out, they could tell that those who had not yet rolled out should be the number two people they had missing.

“... What do you want to talk about?"

Maniac, another madman appeared in Gotham, more excited than scared Wright. They're just a bunch of small people who can't compare to the well-known madmen in Gotham, and once their business is in conflict with those madmen in Gotham, pinching them to death is no different from pinching an ant to death. It's not that they haven't resisted, but whether it's Black Mask or Penguin, they can't match it in terms of scale and strength. This month, his men lost six elites due to friction with Black Mask.

Wright had a hunch that if he followed this guy, he might be able to get out of this state of immortality.

"Listen to you scumbags, I want 40% of your money from drug trafficking, and I'll protect your voices from Black Mask and Batman, and keep me away from school."

"Forty percent? You are crazy! ”

The answer to this question was another barrage of bullets, and after the machine gun sounded, the man lay on the railing and looked at them casually and said:

"Make no mistake, I'm not joining you, I'm ordering you"

Another shuttle machine gun swept over, leaving everyone present to lie on the ground to avoid being hit by the invisible bullets. By the time they looked up, the Red Hood was gone.

“... What he just said was, not to be harassed by Black Mask and Batman."

The sound of the machine guns made them all feel a little tinnitus, and the only woman in the room asked the others uncertainly if the words they had just heard were delusional.

"It should be"

"Forty percent, I'm fine"

Freddy was the first to make the decision.