DC Tyrant

The sea wind howls in the dark night, and the waves splash against the waves.

When Bati landed on the shore, his body was shaken, and the water droplets flowing on his body were instantly shaken away. He ran his hands down his wet hair, and put his hands behind his shoulder-length hair, revealing a resolute face with clear water chestnut angles. The scar on his face gave him an unruly and arrogant attitude of indifference.

The water droplets from Batty's body formed mist and blown towards Hank's face along with the sea breeze, making his stunned expression come back to life.

There is no way not to be stunned. Just after the deal with Falcone was completed, such a person suddenly appeared, wearing no clothes at all.

That's right, there is no clothes at all, not even a pair of underwear.

A slender and strong body, like a Greek beauty, with knife marks on the body, it is simply a work of art like a sculpture that came off the battlefield.

Hank was blown on the face by the sea breeze with water mist, regained his senses, and then turned to look at the middle-aged and elderly housekeeper opposite.

The one on the other side who can make up his mind will not be Mario, a little guy who has been brought out to practice and gain experience. If it weren't for his strong character and innocent self-deception, this guy would have been blacked out a long time ago.

Of course, there are also some reasons why underworld families like Falcone can't afford to provoke them, but Hank won't admit it.

The one who could make up his mind was the middle-aged and elderly housekeeper who was watching with concern. Hank turned his head and saw the strange expression on the housekeeper's face.

Hank was a little relieved, it wasn't black and white, but how could a black and white person climb out of the sea and shoot directly at him.

The two groups of people looked at Bati with their eyes in unison.

Batty didn't feel ashamed at all, his body was erect and his spine was erect, revealing everything that was indescribable and describable.

It's just revealing the individual, what's the fuss about?

He glanced at Hank and the others, then at Mario Falcone, at his subordinates in suits and the butler behind him, and finally he glanced back at the black greasy oil barrel, the two boxes .

He kept his eyes on the box containing US dollars. He also needs US dollars now. Whether it is to develop his Tyranny or his career, having a sum of money is not essential.

Bati's eyes stayed for a while, and he began to see through his eyes. He counted the amount of one million US dollars. He was not satisfied with this amount, but it was still okay as a fund for starting a business.

Perspective line of sight is that Bati spans most of the territory of the United States, and has the ability to bask in the sun every day for a few months. If you accumulate enough, you will have it.

Seeing Barty's gaze, Hank was upset. You, a pervert with no clothes on, nodded at your own dollars. What do you mean by treating them as something in your pocket?

He directly pulled out a Colt python revolver from his waist, pointed at Bati, and said with a sneer, "What are you looking at? Bastard!"

Hank's behavior directly caused the atmosphere to become tense, and his subordinates also pulled out their guns one after another, pointing at Bati, with pistols, AK rifles, etc.

This series of actions also made Mario nervous, and they took out their guns one after another, some pointed at Batty, and some pointed in Hank's direction.

The middle-aged and elderly housekeeper was secretly startled. He didn't expect that this group of rough bears would even carry rifles. Fortunately, there were RPG rocket launchers and grenades behind him. Generally speaking, they wouldn't suffer.

But the young master's flesh and blood are precious, how could there be any loss here, even being scratched by stray bullets is a loss.

The middle-aged butler didn't wait for Barty to speak, so he took a step forward and warned Hank, "Hank, our deal is complete."

The completion of the transaction means that he will not deal with Hank's mess, whether it is him robbing others, others robbing him, or killing people, he will not care, so as not to cause accidents to his young master.

After speaking to Hank, the butler bowed slightly and said to his own Master Mario, "Master, it's time to go home."

Mario Falcone obviously didn't experience this kind of thing much, he was stunned for a moment, glanced at Badi who was naked, and couldn't bear it for a moment, but he still listened to what the butler said, took the box, turned around and went back to the butler side.

Hank didn't stop him either. Indeed, as the butler said, the transaction was completed, and whether the remaining Hank wanted to kill someone or something else had nothing to do with them.

Hank spit to his feet and said contemptuously, "When did the Falcone family in Gotham become so useless?"

The butler replied with a gentlemanly smile: "Recently, there was a troublesome policeman in the Gotham Police Department. The master said, there are some unnecessary troubles, and the less you can do, the less you can."

Hank made a cut, raised the hammer with his thumb, and said with a grin on his face, "Before you go, be a witness to my murder."

The butler was a little stunned. He planned to leave early because he didn't want the young master to see him. He didn't expect Hank to shoot so decisively.

However, seeing Hank kill such a thing is a trivial matter for the Falcone family. extreme.

"boom!"

Bady has been silently watching their performance, he doesn't like to meddle in other people's business, and he doesn't like others to meddle in his business.

Gotham, Falcone, listening to their conversation, Badi knew that he swam to Gotham.

After the gunshot rang out, Bati watched the bullet travel through the air with indifferent eyes, spinning and blazing towards his heart.

He gently raised his right hand, and the nail of his middle finger just scratched the edge of the bullet.

The bullet spun, like a red-hot razor, scraping off the nail shavings of Bati's middle finger little by little, generating sparks, flying obliquely out of the original trajectory, and flying away from Bati's left hand.

I saw that the nail that had grown beyond the nail flesh was scraped away by the bullet. Although some nail shavings opened up and looked rough, it was okay. As long as it was done a few more times, it could be trimmed like a nail with a few more angles. The pliers are so beautiful.

Before that, he had thought about using a chainsaw to prepare his nails, but he didn't think that the effect of bullets might be better.

Barty nodded, quite satisfied.

Hank, Mario, the butler, and the two groups of people were frightened by Batty's behavior and froze.

Scraping flying bullets with fingernails? ? ?

They only saw Hank firing a shot, and the sound was so loud that even the sea breeze could not stop the sound.

Then Bati covered his chest with his right hand, and the nail of his middle finger scratched off a series of sparks, and the bullet was ejected and fell into the sea.

Hank stared and opened his mouth. It took a long time before he reacted and looked at his Colt Python revolver, a 9mm revolver, made of brushed stainless steel and perfectly smooth like a mirror. The polished type combines beauty and power.

This pistol is definitely one of the best revolvers in the world.

But now... the result of the launch made everyone's brains freeze.

"What the hell is this?"