"What are you going to do for him?"

In the unknown alleyway, Thomas is dressed in a Batman suit, and the strength under his knees is merciless, and the girl is almost overwhelmed by him.

"I didn't do anything... I don't know what you're talking about, let me go! ”

Catwoman wondered what she didn't even know what she had done to make this "knight of justice" so angry.

"Why did you find Alexander Paul?" The dull and distinctive voice was intoxicating, and it would be better if it didn't press down her back.

"Tell me, Catwoman, before I can speak." Thomas warned again.

"I just borrowed something." She's looking for a chance to escape.

Thomas pressed harder, reached out with his other hand and grabbed Catwoman's soft hair, pulling it back hard: "Something." ”

"Some worthless toys." Catwoman screamed in pain and replied "honestly".

"Who's that guy?"

"Who? Which guy? ”

"The man who got in the car with you."

"Alexander Paul."

Bang!

Grabbing Catwoman's hair and slamming it the ground, blood oozing from his forehead, Thomas was already impatient: "Don't try to play tricks. ”

"I don't know, why don't you ask yourself."

"I will." Tying Catwoman with a steel rope and hanging it on the wall, calling the Gotham Police Department, Thomas uses a rope gun to jump up the floor and disappear into the night.

……

"Mr. Arthur, what you need, I have ready. How do I get into your hands? Paul sat lazily on the couch: "Are you still at home, do you need me to send someone over?" ”

"No, I'm already here."

"What do you mean?" Paul's expression froze, stunned by this answer.

The thick door slowly opened, and Arthur held the phone in one hand and kept pushing it open with the other, his eyes calm.

The black man sitting across from Paul paused and turned his head to look.

Retracting the phone, Arthur walked to the desk as if he had entered his own courtyard, and took the file bag that lay flat on it.

"Well done, I'm happy, my friend." Arthur shook his hand in Chinese and condescended: "But... I'm in a bit of a crisis right now. ”

"What crisis?" Spit slid down his dry throat, and fine sweat broke out on Paul's face again.

How did he find here?

Where is the manor guarded.

Why not stop him.

"Fiscal crisis." Arthur said lightly: "As a friend, shouldn't you lend me a helping hand." ”

"Help me through this crisis."

Smiled awkwardly, Paul was stunned, this is a lack of money. took out a golden magnetic card from the document bag on the side, and said with a smile: "100 million US dollars, what you need." The password is initially zero. ”

"Thank you." Arthur took the magnetic card, stopped standing, turned and walked out the door. Suddenly, he remembered something, stopped at the door, and turned around and kindly reminded: "You should change to a batch of more powerful watchdogs." ”

With a shake of his finger holding the gold card, Arthur stepped out of Paul's sight.

"Go kill him, Death Shooter." Paul looked at the black man sitting on the couch and said in a harsh tone.

"You haven't paid me the commission yet." The death shooter reloads the pistol with ammunition and says nonchalantly.

As one of the most powerful mercenaries in the world.

The price of his sale is one head, $100 million.

Paul spent a lot of money to skip the first few appointments and get the qualification to hire a death shooter in advance.

"Your money is on him." Paul stood up from the couch and spoke in a tone that had never been heavier than ever.

"Nope." The death shooter shook his head with a serious expression: "That's his money, my money, you haven't settled it yet." ”

Angry and scolding, he finds that he has been fooled by the Death Shooter, and he has no choice but to do it, he needs the Death Shooter to kill Arthur for him.

Painfully, another $100 million was transferred from his private account and into the private account of the Death Shooter.

His eyes were red, and Paul said word for word: "Now, go and kill him, and bring me back his head." ”

"Willing to help." Rising from the couch and walking behind the door, Death Shooter observes Arthur's position through the gap.

When he finds out that Arthur is about to get into the car, he raises his gun, shoots, and does it in one go.

At this distance, he doesn't need any aiming time at all.

The gunshots fell, and the bullet hit the back of Arthur's head, ricocheting through the door frame into the car, breaking the seat.

"Oh, Shet..."

The red beam sliced through the manor building, as well as the body of the Death Shooter.

Falling in a pool of hot blood, a pair of blue high-top canvas shoes appeared in his sight.

It was Arthur, who returned to the gate again, oblivious to everything inside.

A series of gunshots echoed in his ears, and he lost consciousness in the next second.

A ricocheting bullet hit his head, ending his sinful life.

The heat swept over, the gunfire stopped, the houses were damaged again, and the "rioters" all fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

Paul huddled between the sofa and the coffee table, his head in his hands, his bloated body trembling.

He heard the gunfire stop, thought Arthur had been killed, and looked up.

Seeing the demonic smile on Arthur's face, sweat leaked from his pores and his heart pounded.

Stepping on the floor that had been stained red with dead blood, leaving red footprints in the hall without hesitation.

Arthur bent down and grabbed Paul's thick neck with one hand, his five fingers were deep in the flesh, and gently lifted him upward, so that he was at eye level with himself: "Look at me." ”

The huge force squeezed his throat, Paul was in pain, and subconsciously stretched out his hands and held Arthur's arm back, trying to break free.

"I... I can... Keep up helping you... Please... Let me go..."The words were staccato and Paul's face flushed from lack of oxygen.

His eyes narrowed slightly, glowing crimson, "You've let me down so much, Paul. We could have been friends all along. ”

"I will serve you... I am your servant... Please... Leave me alone..."

！！！

The heat sight cut off his right arm, and Paul had a bulging forehead and screamed loudly.

Smack!

The body fell to the ground, the back of the head smashed on the sofa, and with a muffled grunt, curled up on the ground. For a while, I didn't know what position to cover.

"Remember what you said today."

He confessed that Paul's words moved him.

It's not that there are any strange thoughts, it's just that I just want him to block some small troubles for himself.

"Yes, my master." Paul took a deep breath and held back the pain.

"I don't like that word." Arthur whispered, like a demon whispering.

Paul chuckled in his heart, racked his brains, changed his title, and repeated again: "Yes, Master Arthur." ”

Leaving the building and returning to the car, Arthur opened his mouth to remind the maid, "Go to Gotham." ”

Suppressing the fear in her heart, the maid looked away with difficulty, trying not to let herself look and recall the scene in the manor, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes... Yes. ”

The car drove out of the manor gate.

A few minutes later, a black Lincoln passed by the sedan and sped in the direction of the manor, bringing up a puff of smoke and dust...

At this time, it was drizzling in Gotham. The sky has been dark for many years, and a bat sign light is reflected in it.

Someone is summoning Batman.

But Batman seems to be haunted by something, and he hasn't appeared for a long time, and the lights may not have been turned off for a long time.

A black sedan slowly drove into the city, and a young and beautiful maid opened the driver's door, opened her umbrella, and walked quickly to the rear door near the sidewalk, carefully opening it.

"Be careful." The maid cared, holding an umbrella in one hand and protecting the frame of the car with the other. In case you get out of the car and touch the top of your head.

Arthur took the umbrella from the maid, looked around, confirmed the location, and walked deeper into the city.

Eventually turn into a wide alleyway, Crime Alley. The alley where Bruce Wayne was shot.

The maid closed the door and stood in the rain, letting it fall on her body and watching Arthur away.

This is the code of survival that the head maid taught her.

……

"Stop! Catch up with her! ”

Not far from the Gotham City Police Station, Catwoman uses non-human techniques to break free from the handcuffs, stun two accompanying police officers, jump out of the prisoner car, and run into the alley.

The police officer driving in front of him noticed the movement, braked sharply to stop, and looked back.

Finding Catwoman running away, she opens the car door, pulls out her pistol, and hurriedly chases.

If the group of guys at the police station knew that a little girl escaped from the four of them, and she was still in a prison car, wouldn't it be a shame.

"She didn't run far."

"Look for it separately." The two police officers coincided, confirmed their eyes, and acted separately.

Seeing the two of them hurriedly leaving the alleyway, Catwoman fell from a height, her body like a spring, silent.

stuck out his tongue in the direction they left, and playfully complained: "Idiot, I don't want to go to prison." ”

Turning and slipping in the direction he came from, he burrowed into another alleyway, and suddenly heard a cat meow.

Curious to approach, he found a litter of small milk cats in the garbage heap, and said with pity in his eyes: "Oh~ poor cat." ”

Picking them up from the garbage heap, his ears moving slightly, the sound of footsteps coming from afar, didn't have time to think.

With a litter of kittens in her arms, she climbed up the fire stairs and onto the roof.

"Hello, man."

A man with a black hood pulled out a pistol and stood in front of Arthur, calmly and without the slightest panic in his tone.

Obviously, he has been doing this for a long time and is familiar with this set of cars.

"Get the money out!"

"Meow~"

Thermal sight shoots out from under the umbrella, melting the robber's head. Catwoman was stunned, and the cat in her arms curled up, rubbing her arm, and making a meow.

Gently removing the umbrella, I followed the sound and saw that there was no one except for the disconnected high-voltage wires.

Wildcats, I guess.

With this in mind, Arthur withdrew his gaze, stepped over the corpse, and continued to walk deeper into the alley.

He's going to meet someone, an ambitious guy.

Seeing that she was not found, she patted her chest, and Catwoman hugged the little ones and left in the other direction.

She had to find a proper mother for them.

……

Iceberg Club.

The door was pushed open, Arthur shook the rain, was seen by the club bodyguard, and stepped forward to stop: "Hey! Sir, you can't bring an umbrella into the club. ”

"Also, please wipe the floor clean, whatever method you use."

Their boss, the Penguin, is a heavy cleanliness guy if he notices a water stain in the doorway.

What horrible things will you do if you don't keep it.

"Why?" Arthur shrugged his shoulders and shivered again under the gaze of several people, this time the rain splashed farther away.

"Shet!"

A bald man wiped off the water droplets splashed at the corners of his mouth, stepped forward, looked fierce, and threatened in a low voice: "Wipe it dry, or I will use you as a rag." ”

Behind him, several strong men of equal size were gearing up and eager to try.

It's been a long time since I've met a stunned Qing.