American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"Alright, since you've made up your mind!"

Falk saw Jim's determined look, gently tapped the bar top, and said calmly, "Then, your two credit cards, and also give me a bank account. This is for sending you money in the future. As long as you complete the task and pass the system's assessment, you can get a bonus without manual verification.

Of course, newcomers still need to go through a series of training sessions. Some of these require payment, and some are free. You can choose as you like. In short, once you enter the Bounty Hunter Guild, you must always remember your identity."

Jim and Harvey exchanged a glance, simultaneously took out their wallets, and threw out a credit card. Neither of them spoke, but they could see a hint of certainty in each other's eyes.

They've already come this far, they definitely have to investigate to the end.

Falk was not surprised.

Honestly, he had lived for so many years, and his truly exciting life had only just begun in the last few months. Before that, he was just drifting along, until he met the person who changed the small bar, and his life gained a bit more color.

An old man nearing fifty finally found his value. Although his current position and the work he does seem not so glorious, who cares? Besides, this is Gotham!

After putting away the things, Falk turned and left.

"You two come with me. Remember not to shout too loudly, no matter what you see in a moment!"

Seeing that he said it a little strangely, Jim and the two exchanged glances and quickly followed.

Pushing open the back door, the expected corridor and back kitchen did not appear. Instead, it was a small and clean lounge, with a sofa, a bed, and a bookshelf in the corner. Several pieces of paper were scattered on the writing desk, and some handwriting could be vaguely seen, but it was not very clear.

"Don't look around, it's not there!"

Falk knew that Jim's eyes must be wandering around without even turning his head.

Recently, he had been dealing with more and more bounty hunters, and he had gradually become familiar with their suspicious and careful nature.

Even without looking, he knew what the two of them were doing.

Falk first walked to the bookshelf, moved a small bird-shaped ornament, and then came to the wardrobe, opened the door of the wardrobe, pushed the messy clothes inside to the side, and walked straight in.

So the door is here!

Jim and the two quickly followed, entered the wardrobe, pushed open a layer of magic black cloth, and suddenly their eyes lit up. It turned out to be a brightly lit elevator hall.

"Hello, Alice. Obviously, I'm sending two idiots to the mission hall!"

"Understood, the 50th floor underground has been confirmed. Estimated time of arrival is forty-five seconds. Please be patient!"

As soon as the voice disappeared, Jim felt a slight jolt under his feet, as if there was a downward force, but it soon disappeared.

Harvey stared at the display screen. The numbers displayed on it were changing rapidly, almost continuously, changing several times every second, as if everyone was in free fall.

"Falk, right? Where are you trying to take us? What's with the 50th floor underground? When did Gotham have such a deep underground city?"

Falk's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even bother to turn his head: "You can completely wait until you get to the mission hall and ask the front desk reception in detail, or the automatic question and answer device, which is similar to artificial intelligence!

But I can tell you one thing, the 50th floor underground does exist, about a thousand meters deep underground.

With the current technological means, it is almost impossible to find the specific location of the Bounty Hunter Guild on the ground!"

Jim's face was gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "Great! Another behemoth!"

He was in a bad mood. Ever since he became a policeman, he hadn't had a good day. People jumped out to oppose him every moment, and occasionally he handled a case, but the result was not necessarily good.

In this process, his beloved girlfriend Barbara disappeared inexplicably. Before that, she inexplicably got involved with that bastard Falk's sister. Jim didn't even know what she was thinking.

When the Revenge Foundation ravaged the city before, Jim had tried to stop it, but unfortunately he was weak and alone. Now that he encountered the Bounty Hunter Guild, it was the same situation, so it would be strange if he was in a good mood.

With a ding-dong sound, the pure white elevator door slowly opened, with a gentle voice, prompting that the destination had been reached.

Falk slowly turned around and said calmly to Jim and Harvey, who had their mouths open and were completely stunned, "This is the Bounty Hunter Guild you are looking for. The place you are seeing now is the guild's mission hall. I'll send you here. After you go out in a while, someone will naturally come to receive you. You can directly ask the receptionist if you have any questions!

Don't worry, from the moment you gave me your credit card and bank account, you are already prospective bounty hunters. You can intercept some corresponding tasks according to the prompts, or you can choose not to accept tasks. Our Bounty Hunter Guild has a high degree of freedom and doesn't care about this.

In short, whether you want to investigate a case, find the truth, or simply have fun, you can find it here! Next time, don't bother me for this little thing, I'm very busy!"

With that, Falk stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, urging the two to leave.

The two came back to their senses, although their eyes were still looking at the unique decoration outside, their expressions gradually calmed down.

"We are already bounty hunters now, right?"

"Just a reserve!"

"So, we are bounty hunters, right?"

"That's right, there is not much difference from the power of ordinary bounty hunters, except that you don't have a penny in your bank account, and you can't spend money here!" Falk was a little impatient: "What exactly do you want to say? I'm really in a hurry!"

"I want to say, do we have to go through so much trouble every time we enter the mission hall? Do we have to find you next time?" Jim asked.

Falk's face turned black: "My place is just a small bar, not a real access channel. You can directly ask the guide about this kind of question. Now get out of the elevator immediately, I'm going back to the bar!"