At midnight, a truck sped lonely down Miller Street.

"What are we doing on Miller Street?" The bald head in the passenger seat rested one hand on the open window and complained, "I remember saying I don't like to walk around with this pile of garbage, at least not in this area." ”

The driver snorted, "This pile of 'garbage' you're talking about is worth at least $250,000." And if we miss, it's a federal-level nuisance. ”

The bald head lit a cigarette and spit out a smoke ring: "What? How do you act like a? Are you afraid of the police? ”

"No, you know why I'm upset. After all, if you think about it, there have been five delivery robberies in two weeks. ”

"Don't worry." The bald head shook the edge of the car window with a cigarette between his two fingers, "This operation is quite stealthy, and no one will be able to know about us...... What's that? ”

The sound of the motorcycle's engine quickly caught up, like the roar of a beast. In the rearview mirror, you can see a red hood wearing a red helmet riding a domineering motorcycle, and the open jacket swings under the wind.

"It's that guy!"

The bald head reacted quickly, screaming and hurriedly pulling out his gun. But it was too late, and the red-hooded motorcycle scurried past their truck at a speed far above the speed limit, and a grenade flicked out the moment his motorcycle flashed through the window, and was thrown into the driver's seat impartially.

"Boom!"

The flames engulfed the entire truck in an instant, and like a merciless demon devouring the vehicle from beginning to end, the blazing body of the truck toppled to the ground.

During the whole process, the red hood did not slow down at all, but instead stepped on the accelerator and galloped away with his back to the flames.

When the major drug lords in Gotham ushered in this week's regular meeting, they were all dejected, as if they had just been deflated. Everyone can read the message "Last week was tough" from each other's faces.

"***, the batch of drugs that Lao Tzu just received two days ago was burned clean by that cheap guy the day before yesterday."

"Did you hear about last night's truck explosion? That's Lao Tzu's goods! Another shouted, "A whole batch of 10-11 Tasers was blown up by one of his grenades!" You can't mess around like this. ”

"That's it!"

The rest of the crowd chimed in. Over the past week, the Red Hood's actions have been quite arrogant, stopping all kinds of activities of the major gangs. Shipments were destroyed. And worse than Batman, Red Hood never minds killing people from major gangs with some brute force that Batman would never use.

"When this guy first came out, he was just making money by controlling the drug trade, and now that he has made a fortune, he is becoming more and more arrogant." Another said, "He's not just stealing. He's ruining. He eliminated all competitors who were not in his way or disobedient, and continued to expand his territory. If this continues, none of us will be able to escape. ”

"Damn! We're supposed to be the ones at the top of Gotham City, and this Little Red Riding Hood messed with us all! Why hasn't he eaten a gun on that stupid red hat yet? ”

Everyone stopped talking. Because everyone knows that the only reason why that red hood is still arrogant. It's just that no one can help him.

"I said, it's time like this, and the bishop should have a little bit of a voice, right?" One spoke in a suppressed voice, as if afraid to mention the title 'bishop'.

No one answered, but judging by the reaction on everyone's faces, it seems that they did think so.

The main owner's position was empty, and only an open intercom device remained. Everyone has long been accustomed to the fact that the bishop himself never shows his face, but only attends meetings in this way of "hearing his voice but not seeing his person" - and his voice is still treated by a voice changer.

A deep voice suddenly came from the intercom device that had been silent just now: "Don't worry, I have already arranged the matter of the red hood, and if nothing happens, it should be handled soon." ”

There was a pause. The voice continued, "Mr. McCarron, while you try to sit here as if nothing happened, we all know what you did right? ”

Mr. McCarron, who was named by the bishop himself, gasped, hesitated for a moment, and finally did not dare to deny it, admitting: "Very ...... I'm so sorry. That hat-wearing hated creature threatens my lives and the lives of my subordinates, and all our deals, if I don't compromise......"

A man beside him said disdainfully, "You gave in to that Little Red Riding Hood?" ”

"I'm sorry, but I don't have a choice."

"That's enough." The bishop stopped the quarrel that might have ensued, and spoke majestically. "Starting this week, you stopped working with Red Hood and refused to pay protection money. Of course, he'll find you. At that point my people will do away with him. ”

"But......" McCarron struggled for a moment, finally swallowing what he was about to say. Although he had a lot of problems with this course of action that used himself as bait, he didn't seem to be qualified to raise any grievances due to his current position, so he had to acquiesce in agreeing.

"If you don't have any other opinions, let's report on everyone's business for the week." The bishop said lightly, "Then the meeting can be dismissed." ”

After speaking. The intercom went silent, and only the red light could tell everyone that he was still listening.

Winged Knight Stronghold.

Roy, Barbara, and Jason gathered around the computer desk, listening to the conversation of the mob bosses at the round table.

Unbeknownst to Malden Fish, who was involved in the meeting, his recently promoted right-hand men had left a hidden bugging device on the inside of his jacket, so they would be able to receive the meeting in their stronghold.

"The plan has been successful so far, hasn't it?" Barbara glanced at Jason and said, "Your little fight has successfully attracted the attention of the big boss, what now?" ”

Her tone was very unceremonious. Although she finally compromised with Jason for the time being, she never gave Jason a good face in the process.

"Now? I've just heard that one of my minions wants to quit. Jason played with his pistol and chuckled, "Looks like I'm going to have to pay a visit to Mr. McCarron myself, and use him to make an example of everyone that if you join the gang, you won't have a safe chance of getting out." ”

"You know it's a trap." Roy said lightly.

"Of course I do." Jason was unimpressed, "But so what? Because I knew it was a trap, I just let him go? So where do I put my face? ”

Jason smiled and turned the pistol in his palm twice, inserted it back into the handle, and left the stronghold.

"I really can't accept it." Barbara looked in the direction he was leaving and said, "It's not right that he could decide to take a person's life in a few words." ”

"We've talked about this many times." Roy said lightly, "But to win this battle, there must be sacrifices, and none of us want to sacrifice people from our camp." (To be continued.) )