In a secluded abandoned warehouse, a simple round table is set up in the center. An old chandelier hung directly above the table, and the orange glow illuminated the faces of everyone around the table.

Sitting here tonight are all people with heads and faces who can talk in Gotham City. Of course, the general public will not recognize them, because they usually hide behind the scenes, and despite having the same amount of energy, they are not used to being in the spotlight like the Senate. They are puppeteers in the shadows, and the vast organization behind each person is their puppeteer.

"What? Didn't you convene tonight's meeting? A dark-skinned woman pointed to a plaid tie man next to her and asked, "I thought you summoned everyone here." ”

The man unceremoniously brushed her finger away and said, "How could it be me?" I thought it should be McKennie. Tonight it was said that someone was going to give an explanation on behalf of Mr. Copote, because some time ago everyone suspected that he might have colluded with that group of mercenaries...... Weaken the power of all of us here. McKennie is the closest to Copote, so I guess it's you, right? ”

The man named McKennie was upset: "No, it's not me. Many of my people died in that chaos, and the damage to my vitality is quite serious, not much better than you. I'm confused today. ”

Another said: "I thought it was strange at first. Cobott is now in prison himself, so how can he have the spare time to entrust someone to hold a meeting? When his own people are watched by a group of slivers, no matter what he asks the agent to say, it is not convincing. ”

Just as a few people were chatting, there was a screeching sound with extremely high decibels from the back door of the warehouse, which was obviously very old. A young blond man wrapped in a dark green trench coat walked in, took off his scarf and threw it on the chair that had been left for the main owner, and sat down on the chair with a calm expression.

Several people looked at the young man with strange expressions, and they could tell from each other's expressions that no one knew the young man. But since this person is sitting in the middle of such a group of bigwigs with such a calm expression, he obviously has to have his own confidence.

"Who are you?" Someone asked.

The young man unhurriedly shoved a cigarette into his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and spat out the smoke ring before replying: "My name is Ignatius?" Okilvie. ”

Most of them had a blank look of "who's that", and only McKennie, who had a relatively close relationship with the penguins, recognized: "You? I remembered that you were the henchman next to Copote. ”

"Yes, that's me." Okeville said, "I'm already for Oswald? I've been loyal to Cobreport's organization for five years, and I've been a junior, a stalker, an answerer, a janitor, a driver, a killer, a bodyguard, an accountant, and, most recently, a personal assistant. ”

The black lady asked, "Should we know this?" ”

"I'm saying this just to show that I've been in all of the organizations in Copote, and I know every aspect of his organization as well as my own body," O'Kevier said. That's why our new leader chose me to take his place. From now on, the Penguins empire will be completely in my hands, and this organization will be at the behest of the new boss, along with all remaining underground organizations in Gotham City, including you. ”

He stood up, spread his arms, and shouted, "From this day forward, I am Gotham's new penguin, the Emperor Penguin." ”

The people at the table looked at each other as if someone had just told them the funniest joke in Gotham's history.

McKennie coughed twice and said, "You know Copote is going to kill you for it, right?" If you've been with Copote for that long, you should know that a single murder charge won't keep him in place, and he'll be out soon. And because of what you're saying here today, you're done. I'm sure everyone here will be happy to sell Cobot a favor and kill you here for him, so give us a reason not to shoot you into a sieve for a minute. ”

Okeville smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about me on this day. Because my new boss has already taken care of all of this. Why do you think Colbert went to jail? Because he lost his temper and committed murder? No, he went to jail because my heart boss wanted him in, and he would make sure that Colbert couldn't come out again. ”

Everyone present couldn't help but change color when they heard his words.

"Who are you talking about...... Who is it? "Finally someone asked the question.

Okeville smiled: "The boss is much more low-key than Copote, and he doesn't like to be mentioned by his name. But you can call him ...... 'bishop.' ”

Several people gasped.

"'Bishop'?" One asked incredulously, "In Gotham?" I've heard that no one ever knew where he was. ”

"Yes, he's already in Gotham." "He doesn't usually like to be on his own, though, but I can vouch for him that he's here, and everything here is under his control." So what I'm giving on his behalf here is an opportunity to get in. Please think carefully, there will be no second chance. ”

After a moment of silence, the woman was the first to make a decision.

"I'm joining."

"Count me in."

"And me."

More and more people agreed to the agreement, and it seemed that everyone knew the name of the "bishop" and did not want to oppose him.

Except for McKennie.

"I'm sorry, I can't accept it." He stood up and said, "I still choose to go my own way, and I don't think Cobot can be defeated so easily. After all...... This is his city, his home turf, not the 'bishop'. ”

With that, he pushed the chair back under the table and turned to leave.

When he reached the door of the gate, a gunshot rang out.

Bullets pierced the night sky, shooting out of the back of his head with a splattering circle of blood. McKennie, the crime boss, stared at his eyes and fell down before he even reacted to what had happened.

Several people were in an uproar.

"Oh, I forgot to explain an important thing." Okeville took a drag on his cigarette and said, "There are snipers watching here all the time." If there is no agreement, everyone will be enemies in the future. When dealing with the enemy, it is natural to strike as quickly as possible. If you want to work with the 'bishop', it's best to remember his habits first. ”

He walked around the table for half a circle, came to the dead McKennie, and said, "I'll contact the successor of Mr. McKenney's forces, maybe he'll be smarter than Mr. McKenney and be able to give us some different answers." ”