Leo's tone was calm and soft, but there was a chill and coldness that made people palpitate.

The young man in a neat suit with a faint smile on his lips looked down at the Death Shooter with his mouth wide open but didn't know what to say.

He thought to himself, please this is the DC world, a villain with a tragic childhood experience, or an unfortunate background, in Gotham, a handful, if you go to Arkham Asylum, it will be a lot of the same.

Therefore, the story of the death shooter did not move Leo and then turned around for him.

"Instead of trying to win sympathy, think about what tangible benefits you can give. The man standing in front of you, he's a hard-hearted guy. ”

The corners of Ms. Siva's mouth turned upward, not looking at the dead shooter.

She quietly got up and walked over to Leo's side, her thin lips pursed into a line, and kissed the man on the cheek.

"I'll be waiting for you at the manor."

The voice is soft and seductive, like a seductive kraken.

Leo still maintained that calm expression, and the relationship between him and Ms. Siwa was probably a deep and dark attraction to each other.

Most people yearn for light and warmth, but there are also some people who are attracted to chaos, violence, and evil, and human beings themselves are such contradictory and complex creatures.

"I ...... I have a lot of savings......"

Floyd struggled to sit up, the pain in his chest making him breathless and struggling to speak.

He glanced up at Leo and swallowed the unfinished half of his words into his stomach.

No matter how you look at it, the young man in front of him who is well-dressed and has a calm bearing does not look like a master who is short of money.

"Huh...... Then it seems that I have nothing worth trading, a big man like you was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and anything you want, you don't need to put in too much effort to get it. ”

Floyd lowered his head and smiled mockingly, growing up on the island of Nai Ho in Gotham, a hell on earth that was even harder than the slums of Palm Lake in Star City.

As a child, Freud had no father, his family was destitute, and he had a younger sister who was not in good health, and he relied on his mother, who worked in a laundry.

The residents who live on Nahe Island, in addition to the street gangsters who are mixed with gangs, are the ruthless drug dealers and bandits who are forced by life to start selling their bodies.

Unfortunately, Floyd's house was next door to a gang of drug dealers, whose daily rude swear words and dirty jokes would come from the other side of the wall with almost no soundproofing.

The day was no different than usual, and the weather on the island was as gloomy as ever.

Floyd returned from school, sketchpad on his shoulder, and walked toward the tattered, moldy apartment building.

Subsequently, he saw several police cars honking their horns, yellow cordons pulled up, and ...... Wounded people lying on stretchers and bodies covered with white cloths.

Floyd rushed into the scene like crazy, leaving only the remnants of blood and bullet holes in the walls.

The police officers who remained at the scene told him that the gang of drug dealers and buyers had a fierce fight, and the Floyds were victimized.

This happens every day in Gotham, and on an ordinary day, your life is marked by the greatest misfortune, the loss of your family, the loss of everything, the loss of ...... Hope for life.

Then on this terrible day, you begin to walk deeper into the darkness, becoming a mad madman, or a poor clown laughing at fate and humanity.

"I have no talent other than being able to kill. You know, my hand was supposed to be holding a paintbrush, but from that day on, I smashed the sketchpad and the brush...... After that, the most I touched every day was firearms, and in the army assessment, all my firearms scores got the 'expert' level qualification certificate. ”

Leo pulled out a box of cigars from his bosom and handed one to Freud, who was sitting on the ground.

Generally speaking, to smoke a cigar, you first cut off the cap and then preheat it with a match for a while so that you can enjoy the perfect taste.

However, Freud was obviously too lazy to do this, so he bit off the cap with his teeth and lit it directly with the lighter that Leo handed him.

"I've heard that you were a former soldier, serving in the Army, and the instructors in the barracks rated you as 'the best marksman in the world', and before you were discharged, you received the 'Expert' Army Shooting Qualification Badge that included all AR670-1 weapon types, and you could have been an honorable veteran. ”

Leo investigated Floyd Lawton, the death shooter's resume in the first half of his life, which can be described as full of honors.

"Let me guess, it's because of Gotham? You have a terrible ex-wife, and after the divorce, you have to take up arms again and become a killer of life. ”

Seeing Floyd's bitter expression, Leo knew that his guess was correct.

He smiled, understanding the death shooter's choice.

After all, the divorce law in the United States pays attention to equal distribution, and the general trend is to take care of women, which is really not friendly enough for men.

Property declarations are required before divorce, and the tax office, the strongest law enforcement agency in the United States, makes it impossible for anyone to hide their assets.

In addition, after the divorce, if the woman is unable to maintain a reasonable standard of living, the court will order the husband to pay alimony, which is almost 40% of the monthly income.

If both parties have children, alimony for the children is given first, and then alimony is given to the ex-wife.

So those big Hollywood stars, or media giants and rich tycoons, would rather pay their ex-wives a huge property breakup fee in a lump sum than fight a protracted divorce lawsuit.

Floyd Lawton is a victim of the bias of divorce law in the United States.

His ex-wife can not only be chic and happy with the monthly alimony, but also can hook up with other men unscrupulously, as long as the little white face does not live in the house that originally belonged to him, he cannot stop the alimony, otherwise the court will cancel the child's visitation rights.

If it weren't for his daughter's sake, the death shooter would have followed the example of football star Simpson and killed his ex-wife with one shot.

"Gotham always drives good guys crazy. Mr. Lawton, this is the end of the conversation, after smoking this cigar, you will be able to board the passenger plane of the Tianyan Club, and I have prepared a first class cabin for you. ”

Leo smiled, since Amanda Waller named the death shooter, he had to give some face.

"Sir...... As long as I can stay free and go back to Gotham to visit my daughter often, pay enough alimony, and make sure she's doing well – I'm willing to give anything for that! ”

Floyd exhaled a puff of smoke, and he stared at Leo as he stood, his eyes burning like a fire.

"That's a hard thing to do, Mr. Lawton. Disobey the orders of your superiors and let go of a killer, is it just for your favor? ”

The corners of Leo's mouth are slightly curved, and the tail note is long.

He stretched out his hand to pull Floy up and whispered, "Deal!" ”

"You have forty minutes to escape from Star City, or use the channels at hand to erase your traces and find a small town to hide."

Leo patted the Death Shooter on the shoulder, as if he had been planning to do so for a long time.

The sudden change made Freud stunned, his eyes were full of disbelief, and a third of the cigar in his hand fell to the ground.

"Thank you...... When you need me, go to a car repair shop in Palm Lake in Star City and find Alexei Leonov, a member of the Russian Brotherhood and an intelligence broker. ”

Freud thanked him from the bottom of his heart, no matter what the other party's purpose was, but he at least helped himself.

A ray of light in despair is often unforgettable.

"Mr. Lawton, do you know what your smartest move is today?"

Leo asked with a smile as he looked at the death shooter who was clutching his chest and staggered.

"You didn't pull out the Beretta BU9 Nano pistol hidden in your bosom while I was lighting a cigar for you."

Floyd's footsteps paused, and then the figure disappeared into the darkness.

It's really a guy who can't figure it out. He thought to himself.

The seemingly calm smile, as well as the inadvertent coldness, reminded Freud of Gotham.

That dark and gloomy city has always been rich in such madmen and monsters.