The Gotham National Bank has been around since the city was first built, and a renovation plan a few years ago has made the marble columns and debris-strewn triangular eaves of the cracked cobwebs of the wind and sun completely a thing of the past, which only exists in yellowed photographs and memories of the elderly.

At this moment, the citizens of Gotham are presented with a new and magnificent building, with floor-to-ceiling windows and self-service bank counters full of modern conveniences and rising financial flavors.

A group of visitors in casual clothes looked around and took pictures, and a group of summer camp elementary school students in white shirts and sunhats mixed in with the female teacher.

Elizabeth and Isabella are almost carved out of the same mold, and their delicate facial features are exactly the same, even the position of the tear mole at the corner of the eye is exactly the same.

Christina wore a ponytail behind Elizabeth's head for easy identification, while Isabella wore a double ponytail — a rough management that made the twins feel annoyed, and occasionally mischievously changed their hairstyles to escape the daily bath time.

The assistant manager of the Gotham National Bank, who is a guest guide, is still chattering about the bank's glorious history, from the visit of President Hofoe to the stock market crash in the last century, making one suspect that he is not some assistant manager, but the brother of the unusually talkative Ah San in New York.

Elizabeth let out a long sigh of impatience, rolled her eyes and lifted the boxy yellow schoolbag on her back, and sneaked out of the crowd of tourists in her hidden form.

She jumped in a ponytail to the free self-service coffee machine in the corner of the bank, stood on tiptoe to grab a disposable hard-shell paper cup from the stand next to her, and pressed the button to order herself a hot coffee.

Elizabeth whistled as the sweet liquid poured into her mouth, sticking out her tongue to lick the foam off her lips.

With the clatter of small leather boots on the marble floor, Isabella, who was in double ponytails, rushed to her sister's side and said nervously: "Why did you run out, come back with me, if the teacher finds out that she will ask you again." ”

"Why are you so nervous, there are so many people in the summer camp, she can find out that there are ghosts." Elizabeth leaned lazily against the wall and handed out half a cup of coffee, "Hey, you can take a sip too." ”

"Take a bite or something?" An indescribably huge black shadow enveloped the twins, and as soon as the two girls looked up, the crowd of tourists had arrived at the coffee machine, and the female teacher of the summer camp was looking at them with a silent condemnation.

The deputy manager of the bank who was in charge of the explanation hurriedly made a round and said with a smile: "Aha, the two young ladies really know how to appreciate, and the most praised thing in the renovated Gotham National Bank is this brand-new coffee machine." The old machine, which could never filter out the slag stuck to the guests' teeth, caused I don't know how many complaints it caused – in fact I think that old coffee machine drove away hundreds of potential customers for Gotham National Bank at least. ”

Taking advantage of the assistant manager's witty words, Elizabeth stuck out her tongue and took her sister's hand to hide back in the crowd, posing as a well-behaved and peaceful person.

At this time, Li Ang had just pushed open the revolving door and walked into the bank, when he saw Elizabeth in the corner, he waved his hand and walked over quickly.

Elizabeth drank half a cup of coffee, jumped up to him and asked, "Leon, why are you here?" ”

Li Ang spread his hands indifferently and said, "Christina can't come for a while, so I'll come over to pick you up and go home." ”

Christina's family lived in an old apartment in the lower city, and Leon had visited it once, and found it full of gloomy atmosphere, and I was afraid that some ghost haunted him in vain.

But this is normal, this kind of apartment has basically existed for decades, and it would be strange to say that there have not been three or four people in it.

What's more, the security of Gotham has always been bad, and it is said that decades ago, gangs dared to shoot in the streets, and all kinds of automatic weapons swept away civilians.

Even now, Gotham leads the nation in the number of missing people each year — some late-night internet chat rooms say that those who disappeared were kidnapped and murdered by underground gangs, and their bodies were dumped in gasoline cans, poured with cement, and sunk into Gotham Harbor.

By the way, these kinds of urban legends have influenced the citizens of Gotham to some extent to be less enthusiastic about fish food......

Hearing the word home, Elizabeth rolled her eyes, pinched out a sweet and greasy Lori voice and said coquettishly to Li Ang: "That.... Leon: Can you take me to that ice cream shop down the street? I've wanted to eat for a long time....."

Not only that, Elizabeth also poked Isabella's palm behind her back, and the two of them grabbed Leon's palm together and shook it.

The corners of Li Ang's eyes twitched, and he sighed and said, "Okay, you can choose any flavor, but only one glass." ”

“nice！” Elizabeth shook her little fist excitedly and smiled.

While we were talking, a brown school bus parked on the street outside the Gotham National Bank suddenly began to accelerate.

Engines roared, tires turned, and boxy school buses crashed open the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of banks, sending debris flying and alarm bells blaring.

Thanks to Ameritan law, all school buses are required to be as strong as military armored vehicles, and not at all as fragile as they may seem.

The assistant manager of the bank, who acted as a temporary tour guide, stepped forward quickly and shouted in a daze: "What's going on? ”

Without waiting for the big-shouldered security guards to make a move, several automatic rifle barrels suddenly reached out from the black hole window of the school bus and aimed at them, and the bullets poured out directly through the bulletproof vests, ensuring safety and reaching a sieve.

Blood splattered and heavy plasma smeared on the smooth marble floor, and the first burst of gunfire caused all the humans in the hall to scream and run.

Leon grabbed Elizabeth and Isabella and kicked their feet on the ground, and the whole person slid behind the wooden counter of a bank.

He whispered to the twins to lie down and stay silent, took out his phone and sneaked out of the counter, and then the pitch-black screen behind the phone's lock screen reflected everything that was happening in the peep's hall.

With a click, a hard leather boot stomped on the glass shards, and a gangster wrapped in a black hoodie and wearing a funny clown mask slowly stepped out of the school bus driver's seat.

He raised the semi-automatic rifle in his hand, the muzzle of which poured bullets, and the bronze murder weapons shattered the Swarovski crystal chandeliers on the ceiling and the beautiful ceiling frescoes.