American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Falk couldn't help but say, "I have absolutely no interest in your bullshit cooperation. If you don't want to kill me, you'd better get out of here now, or I'll make you pay the price!"

His words were imposing, but the man remained deaf to them, continuing to speak to himself, "Due to a special order, our Vengeance Foundation will be carrying out operations in Gotham City in the coming months, one after another. There are some peripheral, minor targets that we don't have time to deal with, so we usually resolve them with bounties.

Your environment here is not bad, the location is not too remote, and you have a certain background. Your access to news in the underworld should be relatively well-informed, which is exactly what we need.

So, we'll temporarily call this a mission posting point. Your daily work is very simple. You just need to contact us and ask if there are any new targets. If there are, print out the wanted posters we send you and post them on the board.

If someone completes a mission and brings a complete corpse or important parts of the corpse, such as the head, to claim the reward, you can also distribute the bounty on our behalf.

In short, before we leave, this place is temporarily requisitioned by us. Of course, during this period, you and this tavern will be protected by the Vengeance Foundation. If anyone dares to cause trouble here, the Foundation will take care of it for you.

In addition, given the nature of your work, in addition to the basic salary each month, each bounty mission also has a commission, ranging from one percent to one-tenth of one percent. In general, the more orders completed through you, the higher your monthly income will be.

Even if no orders are completed in a month, the regular salary alone is better than running your tavern!"

Falk was stunned. If that was all there was to it, it wouldn't be a problem at all. He was going to open a tavern anyway, and the tavern would be full of people coming and going, all sorts of people. Besides, this was Gotham, full of poor people and desperate outlaws.

Finding someone to kill someone wasn't difficult.

Most importantly, in the whole thing, he was just playing the role of a middleman, completely unrelated to either side. Even if the police were watching him, it wouldn't be a big deal. At most, he'd go for a spin, pay a negligible bond, and come back as a hero!

If he could have a fixed income every month like this, only a fool would refuse!

Unfortunately, before Falk could nod, the man behind him had already finished speaking on his own, grabbed the beggar's corpse next to him, and left directly.

"Under normal circumstances, we will contact you every few days to confirm the number of missions completed and issue new wanted posters.

If you are interested in this, you can also do some promotion, using any means you like. If you can spread the influence, the Foundation may even have some rewards.

That's all for now. I have to hurry up and turn in the mission, so goodbye!"

Seeing that this strange man was about to leave, Falk became anxious and shouted, "Who exactly are you?"

The man stopped, slowly turned his head, and in the moonlight, his silver-white attire shone even more dazzlingly, and the strange arc of his mouth exuded endless charm.

"Me? You can call me the Dark Baron!"

After saying that, he flicked his trench coat, and the whole person disappeared.

— — — —

The next morning, Alfred nervously pushed open Bruce's bedroom door.

Fortunately, Bruce was already up, or rather, he had been getting very little sleep lately. Since his parents' accidental death, he had grieved, wandered, and been confused, but he had come through it all.

When he calmed down later, he unexpectedly came into contact with a deeper layer of society. There was actually something like the Vengeance Foundation in this world. In the past few days, Bruce had been using various methods to investigate the bounty hunter Vengeance Foundation, but there was no trace of it on the internet, as if the organization had never existed.

On the other hand, Jim Gordon's re-entry could be regarded as confirming the woman's statement that day.

The person they shot was indeed innocent, and the real murderer was still at large.

If he hadn't met Alice, faced with such a powerless situation, Bruce would have had no choice but to strengthen himself and be determined to avenge his parents.

Now he had another choice.

The news that Alice told him that day shocked Bruce very much. Recently, he had been using various methods to verify the news that day. All indications showed that there was indeed a long-standing Court of Owls in Gotham City, and that strange nursery rhyme did exist, and even now it was still circulating in the streets.

Faced with such a difficult situation, how could Bruce sleep? Seeing the butler rushing in, Bruce seemed to sense something. He frowned slightly and asked, "Alfred, what happened?"

"Master Bruce, the Vengeance Foundation's operation has begun!" Alfred said seriously.

"How do you know? Has the news already spread?"

Alfred shook his head: "Because they have already sent the spoils of victory to the manor! The corpse of the murderer who shot the master and madam was found sealed in a coffin this morning and thrown into the center of the garden!"

"What did you say?"

Bruce Wayne stood up abruptly, his expression extremely excited: "Is it the real gunman? Are you sure this time it's the real murderer?"

Alfred showed a wry smile: "I especially want to deceive you, but my duty as a butler does not allow me to lie.

Yes, Master Bruce, this time it is indeed the real culprit. The Vengeance Foundation is indeed very powerful. They not only accurately selected the only murderer from a large number of data samples.

Alfred, this Vengeance Foundation is too dangerous, we can't let them act arbitrarily. Call the police immediately and ask Jim to come over, tell him something happened!"

Alfred nodded, walked slowly forward, and dialed the beautifully decorated phone on the table.

"Detective Jim Gordon, if you have time, please come to Wayne Manor. Master Bruce has something very important to tell you. It's not clear on the phone, and I don't know the specific details. If you want to know, you can only talk to Master Bruce face to face.

I want to remind you that this incident is no small matter, please keep it confidential!"