The man made himself a cup of coffee again, turned off the noisy TV, turned on the computer, and entered the exclusive trading network of the underground world, where you can buy everything you can think of, and if you are willing to pay for it, you can even buy nuclear weapons, but only if you have the means to ship them over.

As expected, a new list appeared on today's bounty list, with a bounty of up to $2 million, and an additional amount underneath, which was also 2 million.

The post, which has no photo, is not even gender-clear, and simply lists the wanted warrants for a certain act has reached 4 million for the first time, and naturally attracts the highest number of hits.

This website is said to be created by a genius hacker, the initial purpose was limited to the hackers used to pass some legal problems with the program transactions, in order to prevent the official trouble, the establishment of this network uses the way of simulating viruses, the establishment of countless "broilers" around the world to establish their own unique encrypted database, with the convenience of the Internet to operate this website, in other words, this is a transaction website without a server, and does not need any administrators, distributed in all corners of the world "broilers" Replacing the server function, this of course also means that you can't get rid of it at all, as long as there is a "broiler" that can be connected to the Internet, it will quickly copy its own "broiler" like a virus and re-establish the site.

Later, some bigwigs discovered the network, and it became a special place for criminal transactions. As for the hacker who created this network in the first place, it is said that he is dead, and now this network has become a special space on the Internet, and the government has been trying to get rid of this evil website, but unfortunately it is useless. Even if they can find a few of these "broiler" servers, more will soon appear, and special ports are the only way to enter this independent world.

After a long period of operation, this independent world has gradually formed its own unspoken rules, everyone will be assigned a codename, and no real information about anyone will be recorded by this information.

The man scoffed, he knew that if they hadn't found a clue, they wouldn't have rewarded his head with such an unseemly bounty. But any killer who can be named will not take on the next task that he doesn't even know who he is killing.

This kind of stupid means to entertain the man makes the man feel a lot better when he was not very happy by the news just now. The mouse slid and continued to rummage through his target.

Important, someone asked for a sale of a batch of firearms that caught his attention. There were a few too many things he got from Black Mask, and he didn't use them well, so it might be a good idea to sell them.

After clicking on it, I probably took a look at the content of the purchase, most of which he had in his hands, and the price he gave was also very exciting. The reason why the other party posted information on the dark web to buy firearms is also convincing - there are too many of them to buy through formal channels.

But such a high overlap rate with the shipment he got from Black Mask still caused some suspicion in him. Was it a fortuitous transaction? Or is it bait put by some people?

Instead of immediately contacting the other party, the man continued to search the Internet for the information he needed.

There was a knock at the door, and the man stopped his workstation and got up to open the door. Outside the door stood an old man with gray hair, who was his landlord.

"Oh, Mr. Brunie, sorry to bother. My son was supposed to come back yesterday, but he was delayed for some things and couldn't come back this week, could you please help me change the light bulb? ”

"Of course, Ms. Jones"

The man, known as Brunny, followed the old man downstairs to the room where the old man lived. The apartment is a bit old, with a leaky roof, aging pipes, and old screw light bulbs, and the residents here are not wealthy and wealthy elites, but low-class people who can barely feed themselves.

Bruni replaced the broken light bulb in the old man's room, repaired the leaky water pipe, and then left to go back to his room, continuing his goal.

Renting here was an accident, but he accidentally helped an old lady surrounded by thugs, and then he received a warm invitation.

I didn't ask for any documents, so I rented a small room with good light for him, who was penniless at the time. The old man's son works as a stevedore in Wayne's factory, and his height of 190 and weight of 265 pounds also saves this small apartment a lot of trouble.

In the lower-middle-class world of Gotham, big muscles and guns are far more useful than fame and prestige. There are not many residents, including him, there are only 10 of them, and the small apartments are full. Most of them were poor people from the lower classes, but they weren't the hopeless degenerates, and he liked it so much that he didn't want to bother him too much.

"Looks like I need a title, don't you say, Qiuqiu"

The man said to a pot of cacti with pink flowers blooming on the windowsill.

On the abandoned dock on the Gotham River at night, a man is pacing back and forth, looking at the watch on his wrist from time to time to determine the agreed time, although the scheduled time has not yet arrived, but there is still no one appearing, is it....

"Long waiting"

When he finally got impatient of waiting, a dull voice that seemed to come from a metal can stopped him from leaving.

When I looked back, I realized that the sound was not the same, but from under a red metal motorcycle helmet.

The man looked carefully at the man in front of him, wearing a very ordinary motorcycle jacket, with only two holes left in the eyes on the big red motorcycle helmet, and it was protected by goggles of unknown material, and he couldn't see the eyes inside; Height is around 185; The material of the tightened clothes on the body does not hesitate to depict the graceful lines of the muscles under the fabric.

The man swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously:

“.. What about the goods? ”

The other party didn't ask in the slightest:

"Where's the money?"

Two men were engaged in what could be considered an arms deal on the empty docks, but both were empty-handed.

"I'll give you the check when I see it"

The man struggled to make his last struggle.

"Huh... I should have said, I just need cash."

The man under the red hood let out a hoarse laugh, how could anyone be stupid enough to use the banking system to do such illegal trading.

"I advise you to accept the check, you can't spend it anyway, it's too wasteful to bury you with so much money"

As the words spoke, a group of people suddenly surrounded the originally empty dock.

The man with the red hood glanced at the guys around him a few times, and then stared at the man in front of him.

"What do you mean by that?"

Once again, a hoarse voice came from under the helmet, carrying the man's extreme dissatisfaction.

"That's what you mean, Black Mask wants to see you"

The man no longer had the patience to go around the bend, and his heart had been beating wildly to warn him from the moment the man with the red hood appeared.

"I'm not interested"

The red-hooded man carefully checked his surroundings, and then declined his "invitation" in a cold voice without a single undulation.

"It's not your turn"

The surrounding guys all began to tighten the circle around the man with the red hood as the man's voice sounded, cutting off all his retreats.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you, the goods are at your feet"

Once again, a hoarse voice came from under the helmet, and the words that had just fallen were like matches to light a fuse.

There was a series of explosions from the entire dock, and the guys who had just blocked the water around the place were thrown into the air by the impact of the explosion in the blink of an eye, and then fell down like discarded garbage.

The man didn't expect the whole dock to be planted with explosives, and the man with the red hood jumped into the river as soon as the first explosion sounded, all of which were obviously the traps that the red guy had laid to hunt them.

The guys who reacted all hurriedly jumped into the river, but unexpectedly, they were greeted by several neatly arranged mine bombs....

“... Red Hood !!! ”

The roar of rage was buried by the violent explosion, and the massive amount of water was lifted into the air by the impact of the explosion, and then returned to the earth following the laws of gravity, bringing back a thick smell of blood, mixed with the remains of limbs that had not been blown apart.

Standing on the shore and looking at the calm of the river, Red Hood whispered:

"Next time, let's change to a foreign buyer!"