Gotham Harbor at night is always like this, quiet, deadly, and unspeakably depressing.

The day is the day of the successful and the night is the night of the rats, order and chaos have never been more obvious in the same place, and if you are an old resident of Gotham, then you should have known one rule: don't run around at night.

It's not just your wallet that you're going to lose, it's your first time, and maybe your life.

It's never been a good place to live, but there is an influx of desperate people... Wait, I'm talking about cornered, and I mean it literally.

"Whoa, whoa"

The slightly filthy water lapped against the shore, adding a special touch to the already deep night, and a fish wagged its tail cautiously, trying to get some air at the surface of the sea, the weather was terrible tonight, probably going to rain.

Suddenly.

"Puff"

The heavy object that fell from the sky smashed into the water, and the splash frightened the poor fish to the bottom of the sea, and the moment the heavy object smashed into the sea, the cold sea water poured into his body along his nostrils, ears, and mouth, and made him wake up from the terrible chaos the next moment.

"Ahem... Hell, where is this?"

The man in his pajamas struggled to keep his balance on the surface of the sea, trying to keep himself from sinking, but his still muddy brain could not do it, and he could only look around as he swam towards the dark shore.

In this not-so-warm weather, soaking in the icy sea for 10 minutes, coupled with light pajamas that had long been soaked, when it was time to go ashore, the exhausted man lay down on the beach and never wanted to get up again.

He panted and looked at the sky above him without a trace of starlight, and then reached out and touched his chest, yes, there were three burnt bullet holes in his pajamas, but what about the blood?

His broken heart was still beating strongly, his thoughts became chaotic, and eventually, he gave up thinking, and these things he had never believed in before had appeared... Then accept it.

"Hahaha"

The man who fell from the sky laughed twice, then gestured his middle finger to the sky, got up from the beach, threw the blood-soaked pajamas full of bullet marks into the sea, and walked bare-chested towards the lights that were still lit in the distance of the port.

After saying goodbye to the past, he walked tiredly, well... Maybe there was a hint of luck in escaping death.

The "Old Gun" bar, the liveliest place in the Gotham port area 3 years ago, is no longer popular after 3 years, of course, not because of the regression of Christian's father's craftsmanship, but because of the stubborn father's refusal to take charge of the "friendship" of the Russian gangsters in this area.

As a veteran, Daddy didn't allow all the mess on his turf, and this insistence had earned him a lot of praise, but now, he was in trouble, and not all dock workers insisted on coming to Daddy's place for a drink under the personal threat of Jamie's doglegs.

After all, it's just a glass of wine, and there's no need to risk your life to drink it, right?

Daddy has been holding on for 1 month, and no one knows how long he can hold on, but according to Jamie's character and his rules, if Daddy continues to be tough, something bad may happen.

At 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, a heavy rain fell, crackling against the window, and Christian, with white hair and a shabby leather jacket, stood behind the somewhat shabby bar, wiping his wine glasses, which he should not have done, but after the last guy said goodbye with $500 from his daddy's bar cabinet three days ago, he had to come by himself.

Three young men dressed up in bells and whistles are sitting in the corner gambling for money, the most vulgar dice game, you can't expect these guys who dropped out of school as a child to play the tall blackjacks, they are not customers either, they are just doglegs sent by Jamie to harass Daddy.

It's just a little bar, no music, no singers, no messy decorations, it's full of retro flavors, and on a stormy night, probably no one will come here, so Daddy is going to close in 10 minutes, maybe and use his old Chuntian to chase away these little bastards.

It was at this time that "Jingle Bell"

The door to the bar was pushed open, and the dad and the thugs looked up at the same time, and then they saw a strangely dressed guy walk in, it was a yellow man, he was wearing a dirty black sweatshirt on his upper body, which seemed to have been picked up from some garbage heap, and he was simply wearing a pair of pajama pants and was barefoot, looking like a down-and-out homeless man.

Daddy instinctively wanted to scold him out, but the man looked up, first glanced at the entire bar, and instead of looking at Daddy, he focused on the three thugs who had started playing dice again, and he grinned at the corner of his mouth and strode over.

Daddy silently began to wipe the glass again, and put his other hand on the wooden handle of the old Haruta under the counter, the smile he recognized... That's not the expression that should be on a homeless man, but why bother saying it, it's just Jamie's crumbling dogleg that is unlucky anyway.

When Christian's father changed into a lively expression, the dirty man also got into contact with the bells and whistles.

"Hey guys, can I join you?"

The guy rubbed his hands together and showed a very interested expression, very fluent in English, with a hint of California accent, which should have been a good rhythm to greet, but his dirty appearance and unpleasant taste gave him a serious degrade, and the little thug with a green dye on his head glanced at him, and without looking back, he refocused on the dice in his hand, and gave him a cold voice,

"Get out!"

The man was not annoyed, but continued to smile and say, "Don't do that, guys, give me a chance, my dice rolling skills are great!"

The green-haired thug was disturbed twice, and he was already a little impatient, but just as he clenched his fists, the tall and thin young man sitting across from him with gray-dyed hair stopped his companion, and then looked at the uninvited man with a hint of mockery,

"Want to join? But what are you going to do with the chips? You don't even have a penny on you, do you? So go back to the garbage and pick up the burgers, that's where you're supposed to be, hahaha."

After speaking, the three thugs laughed at the same time, but the young man just shrugged his shoulders, pulled out a chair and sat up, put his hands on the table naturally, and said seriously,

"You see, I'm a healthy adult, I have a pair of hands, a pair of legs, and..."

"Hey, bastard, we're not interested in men!"

The last red-haired thug felt insulted, and he slapped the table impatiently, shaking the beer all over the table, "Especially like you!

Under the angry eyes of the three people, the homeless man spread his hands unhurriedly and finished the second half of his sentence,

"Hmm... I mean, I have a life, and I'm betting with you with this thing, fair right?"

After these words were spoken, the whole bar fell silent, and the three thugs were speechless, but they were not frightened, or shocked, their first reaction was, this guy is crazy, right?

Then, the second reaction was to rejoice!

It's not easy to make a living under Jamie, he often arranges for some less important gang members to do some very "dangerous" things, and for these three guys, it is very unfortunate that they belong to the kind of peripheral members who are not very important, otherwise they would not be arranged to threaten an unarmed old man at this time.

Unfortunately, 3 days later, there was a very "risky" deal... And then at this time, a madman who doesn't seem to care about his own life at all is delivered to the door, is there anything better than this?

The three of them exchanged glances, and finally the silver-gray haired guy spoke, he tried to make his expression fiercer, as if he was imitating Jamie, he lowered his voice,

"Do you know what you mean by that?"

"Uh-huh. ”

The dirty young man shrugged his shoulders, apparently, he knew.

"Do you know what happens if you don't keep your promise? Last month, a guy who cheated on us was thrown into Gotham Harbor, and now the body hasn't been found, do you know what I mean?"

"Okay, no need to say more, give me a pair of dice, I lose, I will naturally do what you say. ”

The young man leaned back in his chair casually, pointed to his disgusting sweatshirt and said, "Look at my current state, do you think I will still be afraid of death?"

"Okay! Cole, give him a deck of dice!"

The green-haired young man placed a pair of dice in front of the young man, he reached out and picked up the dice and looked at them, then raised his head and grinned brightly at the three thugs,

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to say, my name is Ho... Forget it, call me Cyber, Cyber, um... Cyber Hawke. ”

"No one wants to know what your name is, let's get started, garbage guy. ”

Cole sneered mercilessly, and then began to shake the dice in his hand, and the other two people also began to shake, they played the simplest kind, 3 dice, the smallest point gave money, as simple as 3 years old children can play, but judging from the scattered banknotes and coins around them, these three guys played quite big.

Cyber likes such occasions, likes such opponents, the three stunned young people, and the most important thing is what he needs most now, these three guys have it in their hands, and it is still a rainy night outside, and there is thunder, and there is only one old man who has been paying attention to this side.

"Fate is on me!"

Cyber uttered a sentence that had no beginning or end, then reached out and picked up the dice in front of him along with the outer wooden box, smashed it on the table, and then without waiting for the others to react, he was the first to open the obscured box.

"Look, I told you, fate is on me!"

The three thugs were dumbfounded, exchanged glances with each other again, and then put the three bills in Cyber's hand, and started shaking again, and the second game began.

"Oh, it's 18 o'clock again, how lucky!"

In the third game, "Look, it's 18 again, I'm really shit lucky, isn't it?"

In the fourth game, "Tut, I don't even know what to say." ”

"Bang!"

Cole's fists slammed on the table, he felt that he was humiliated again, and in a fit of rage, Cole's left hand wiped on his belt, and then slammed it towards the table, a snowy dagger was pierced in Cyber's hand, the black handle was still trembling slightly, Cole was like an enraged bull, staring at Cyber and scolding loudly,

"You're a fuck out of a thousand! Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

"Hey, calm down, man!"

Cyber didn't look at the dagger in his hand, but slowly picked up the banknotes in front of him, folded them together, and said casually, "That knife of yours that hasn't seen blood can't hurt anyone, that's how it is at the gambling table, if you lose, you win, instead of shouting at me, it's better to sit down and play a few more, maybe you'll turn the book, right?"

Things have come to this point, a blind man can also see that this Cyber is abnormal, normal people will not be unresponsive to the dagger in their hand, but they are Jamie's dog legs, and the thing to defend himself is naturally not just a dagger, so, when Cyber raised his head, a silver metal hole against his head.

Is that... A gun.