Despite his swearing, he ended up driving his broken pickup truck, carrying the bodies of a bastard and three bastards, to Gotham Harbor in the rain in the middle of the night.

It's not that Cyber can't drive, it's not that he can't handle this kind of small scene alone, it's just that the environment of Gotham Harbor is too dangerous for an outsider, and this kind of weather is most suitable for some secret transactions.

Cyber is indeed very capable of fighting, but in this era, it is no longer an era where just being able to fight can solve problems.

The rainy night of this season is a bit cold, especially when standing on the windy dock, Cyber removed the three big black bags from the car, found some heavy stones from the side, wrapped them neatly with wire, and then pushed those three things into the sea under the watchful eye of the old man sitting in the car, there was no moon on the rainy night, so all the sad things that had just happened were unknown to no one except God and these two people.

"And then, boy. ”

Daddy's hand came out of the window and tossed a cigar to Cyber, who took it to his mouth and lit it with difficulty in the rain, the mellow smoke floating around him, enveloping his upper body in the smoke of the rainy night.

The mellow smoke wafted in the cold night around Cyber, and in the light of the cigar, the chaotic mind once again involuntarily fell into the memories of the past.

Fragmented memories, perhaps not because of this muddy journey, but because the life he once lived was fragmented, and Cyber can vaguely remember that he opened the envelope again and again, and there were all kinds of names written on it, in English, in Chinese, and in some distorted words.

That was his goal, and it was also his life, he used guns, knives, hands, ropes, and traps to make those who shouldn't have survived accept the outcome they deserved, but at that time, he should not be a bad person in the traditional sense.

Because in that memory, there is still the picture of his oath, and the heavy mission.

He went from city to city, from country to country, from continent to continent, his life was never dictated by himself, his circle was pale and terrible, there was no friendship, no love, no family, what was that kind of life?

"Weapons!"

Cybermer recited the word that popped into his head, and then he shook his already soaked hair hard.

Yes, to live like a weapon, not even to think, to focus on your tasks, to focus on ... Homicide.

It's like a snake living in the dark, or a fierce dog or something, just need to sharpen its fangs, he has adapted to this life, but why would he break this life?

Cyber struggled to endure an increasingly severe headache, and the body didn't seem willing to let him recall too many things, but it was enough.

The last image that flashed through his mind was the scene of him in his pajamas, blocking in front of a child holding a stuffed doll, which seemed to be some city in this country, and he was supposed to be on a mission, and on the street in front of the hotel, bullets like light and shadow flew towards him.

He closed his eyes, he knew he was going to die...

"There is an afterlife... Live for yourself!"

It was probably the last sentence of his previous life, but the irony is that if his biological clock was not wrong, it should have been what he said 2 hours ago, and the fate turned out to be so magical, maybe it was because he killed and saved people in his previous life, so at the last moment, the gods and Buddhas gave him a chance...

"Cut"

Cyber disdainfully puffed two puffs of smoke from his nostrils, and then gestured his middle finger to the sky, he never believed in God.

But he thought it was a great statement, and he turned around with his half-burned cigar in his mouth, leaned against the cold railing, and bowed his head in the heavy rain, feeling the raindrops that became more and more violent, and he looked at his hands, watched the rain wet it, and then slowly clenched into a fist in the raindrops.

"In this life, live for yourself!"

"Boom"

A flash of lightning swept across the sky, illuminating the dim Gotham Harbor at this moment, Daddy looked at Cyber walking with his head down in the heavy rain, and watched the moment when the lightning pierced the sky, illuminating everything, except for Cyber's figure in the light as dark as ink.

Look... Very Cooooool!

Cyber stayed in the rain for a full five minutes before returning to the car in embarrassment.

Daddy started the car, looked curiously at Cyber who was leaning his head against the window, and asked in a low voice, "What were you doing just now?"

Cyber, who had been talking a lot, was silent for a moment, and it wasn't until he replied to the old gun bar and walked through the rattling wooden door that he threw the cigarette butt in his mouth into the rainy night outside the door, and then grinned at his father.

"I'm saying goodbye. ”

Daddy looked at Cyber as if he were a psychopath, then shoved the mop in his palm and pointed to the floor covered in bloody footprints.

"Very good, you're a sentimental villain, so clean up this place for me, and then go to bed, there's food in the fridge on the second floor, remember, tomorrow at nine o'clock... Jamie may come looking for trouble. ”

Christian, the veteran, put his hand around Cyber's neck and strangled him hard, probably as his way of showing kindness, and then Cyber heard Daddy's voice suppressing his anger,

"Give them a good lesson, and let me see if you are really capable or if you are just bullying those little rascals. ”

Cyber's face immediately turned into a bitter melon, and he looked at his father, "This, it's not good to kill people during the day, right?"

Daddy's eyes at this time really looked like a neurotic, and he scolded and let go of Cyber's neck,

"The way to solve the problem is not just to kill people, you madman, Jamie may be a little more difficult to deal with, but his men are just fools who can't get on the table, 3 days! I only need 3 days! Got it?"

With that, Daddy yawned, and went up to the second floor, leaving only an empty little bar, and Seb cleaning in it, and when no one was around, the chatter became quiet, and he began to work merrily humming some kind of tune.

He seemed to be very careful in everything he did, and would even squat on the ground and wipe it with a rag in order to remove a blood stain, so that by the time he had finished cleaning it thoroughly, the hands of the clock were already pointing to half past four, real midnight.

Cyber's body shook a little, he locked the door, walked up the stairs, took a large red sausage from the refrigerator on the second floor, chewed it, went up to the third floor, opened the door of the room closest to the window, and without looking at the surrounding layout, he untied his soaked coat in the dark, threw it aside, and then fell on the bed.

Soon, an even purring sounded.

Meanwhile, in the darkness of this rainy night, in a mansion not far from the docks, two bald heads were gathering to discuss things, the room was beautifully and luxuriously furnished, but on the table was a stack of photographs, and a pistol placed on the photograph, and next to it was an open bottle of vodka, a high-precision drink that most people would stay away from.

But it's the favorite thing of the Russians.

The shortest bald head picked up the first photo and looked at it in front of him, it was a woman with brown hair and a gentle smile, looking at this photo, a little hazy drunken eyes appeared in the bald head A sinister smile,

"Tsk, what a pretty chick, what's her name?"

Rachel Dawes, Assistant District Attorney. ”

The other bald man took a puff of the tout, his collar wide open, revealing his muscular muscles and lush chest hair, and he muttered,

"It's a tricky little beauty, she doesn't like money, and she's not afraid of threats, and at the bottom of Boss Chafalkone, the boss asked us to create a little "accident", Boshkin, I'll leave it to you. ”

The bald head shook his head and snorted,

"Okay, the security in Gotham is getting worse and worse, these righteous characters may encounter some accidents when they commute to and from work, those poor narrow island beggars who have no food are very willing to exchange their lives for money, a bullet thing, just like the Waynes back then, hahaha. ”

Speaking of this, the short bald head named Boshkin casually threw the photo aside, he looked at his boss and lowered his voice,

"Big brother, Bruce Wayne, who died seven years ago, is back, and I heard that his company is also planning to buy the entire Gotham Harbor, do you think he will... After all, 7 years ago, Boss Falconi asked you to kill Zili outside of the courtroom..."

Hearing Boshkin's question, the wine bottle in Jamie's hand paused, he took a deep breath, put the wine bottle on the table, and then sneered,

"Then Master Bruce should thank me, I helped him kill his father's enemy, and besides, Falconi asked me to do it... But you have a point. ”

Jamie closed his eyes and thought for a few minutes, his body straightened up from the couch and hooked his finger at Boshkin,

"Isn't Christian's old immortal going to sell his shop?"

"Don't worry, big brother, I've already sent Bourne to "deal with". ”

Boshkin licked his lips, "It's just a bad old man, but I don't understand, big brother, what do we want that bar for?"

"You know what!"

Jamie glared at his brother, but he quickly explained, "Wayne Industries is already planning to revitalize the port of Gotham, once the port is prosperous again, there will be a place to have fun, that bad old man can't do business, let's do it! Find some women, and get a batch of goods from Boss Falcony, won't we make more money than we fight and kill? Boshkin, we brothers and I came all the way from Siberia to the United States, we didn't come here to sell for anyone! Wayne and Falconi are up against each other, and that's time for us to harvest!"

"Wait, whoever it is, don't try to take Gotham Harbor from me!"