Hiding in the sand, splitting into many places, starting with Arkham

In this broken place called Gotham, there has never been true light. Harvey Dent, who wanted to become Gotham's shining knight, failed and fell into becoming Two-Face. Even Batman can only transform into the Dark Knight, fighting darkness with darkness.

The Gotham Police Department was corrupted by Gotham's underworld forces countless years ago, becoming a haven and collaborator for criminals.

"So, you guys think that with Kiddy Cole dead, we've lost our protective umbrella and might even have to face the double pressure from the Two-Face gang and the Gotham Police Department?"

Shimizu rested his chin on his hand, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"This…"

"Forget it, I'll handle this. Tell me the specific situation of the gang now."

"Boss Walter, let me tell you! I'm the one who kept the books for Kiddy… Kiddy, this kid. Now, besides this factory on the edge of the old industrial area, our gang also controls the entire Hogg Street."

A middle-aged white man with glasses smiled obsequiously at Shimizu, then took out a small booklet from his back pocket, moistened his finger with saliva, flipped it open, and said:

"Every household on the street pays $300 in protection fees every month. We take half the profits from six shops, and a department store and a used motorcycle shop provide us with an average of over $50,000 in income each month over the past year."

"But 50% of that has to be given to the Two-Face gang. After Kiddy Cole takes half of what's left, there's barely enough for the brothers to use, not enough to live lavishly. So, the brothers usually do some extra work, like manual labor or guarding places for people."

"In addition, we have seven pistols, all second-hand, and about a hundred rounds of ammunition. No other firearms. But we can use the motorcycles in the used motorcycle shop whenever we want. The remaining weapons are baseball bats, crowbars…"

Shimizu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

This Cole gang is really poor.

And this is still the small gang with the best foundation he found in Gotham's slums.

Now it seems that the good foundation is because it's protected by Two-Face's Two-Face gang.

After Kiddy Cole and his brother, Kerman Cole, take half, the thirty-odd people can only get an average of three to four hundred dollars.

That's not enough in Gotham.

But becoming a member of the Cole gang means they won't be easily bullied by others in this slum, and they can also bully ordinary people.

In Gotham, three to four hundred dollars a month is basically slave wages.

However, if you consider those three to four hundred dollars as a base salary, and add in the money they earn from doing manual labor, guarding places, or engaging in robbery and theft in the streets and alleys, then the money these thugs earn on weekdays is actually enough for them to indulge themselves.

"I understand. The Cole brothers take away tens of thousands of dollars every month. Kiddy Cole should also have a lot of property. Take us to get it."

Shimizu waved his hand at the well-dressed middle-aged white man.

"This… Boss Walter, although I kept the books for Kiddy, but…"

"Do you think I believe that?"

Shimizu stared at the bespectacled white man.

At the same time, his gaze turned to the pool of blurred blood and flesh on the ground.

The key probably can't be used anymore.

"Lead the way."

Shimizu stood up from the chair, put his hands behind his back, hooked his finger, and manipulated Black Gold to walk beside him.

"Hey, hehe, okay, Boss Walter, my name is Dura, Dura Bent, graduated from Gotham Gladia Church University with a major in accounting. A few years ago, I went to jail for helping the company make false accounts. My wife and children ran away, I went bankrupt, so I came here to make a living…"

"It's okay, only after you've been in jail can you say you've completed the internship period of the accounting major. I'm optimistic that you'll become Gotham's top accountant in the future."

"Boss, my name is Ang! I can repair cars. I manage the used motorcycle shop in our gang…"

"Boss Walter, I'm Frank…"

…

Along the way, the thugs scrambled to introduce themselves, hoping to leave an impression on Shimizu.

Just based on that mighty and tall Black Gold, everyone could realize that a powerful super villain was about to appear in Gotham City, and the gang's future was obviously not comparable to other small gangs.

Taking the opportunity to curry favor with the new boss now, maybe they can become a successful gangster boss in the future.

"Boom!"

Kiddy Cole's room was smashed open by Black Gold's pneumatic fist.

"Search."

Shimizu ordered calmly.

"Yes!"

"Okay, Boss!"

"Yes, sir!"

…

A group of thugs began to search in a chaotic mess.

"Boss, do you want to sit for a while?"

A blond-haired thug dragged a chair and placed it behind Shimizu.

"Boss, let me massage your legs!"

"Boss Walter! I'll give you a shoulder massage!"

…

"Get back to work. Following orders is much more important than currying favor with me."

Shimizu kicked the chair away and said indifferently.

They are all a group of brave and combative street thugs, and they certainly can't be as disciplined as ninjas or soldiers.

However, cultivating discipline is the best and most effective way to improve the combat effectiveness of a rabble.

If Shimizu wants to become Gotham's underworld boss, he has to start cultivating a group of obedient subordinates now.

Facts have proved that this group of Gotham's low-level thugs is far inferior to the high-level talents in Arkham. They can't even find anything when searching.

After busying until dusk, they still couldn't find a single penny.

"Turn on the lights, continue searching."

Shimizu sat on Black Gold's shoulders, looking down at the room from a high position.

He had also been watching all the time.

Most parts of the entire room had been searched, and the remaining places didn't seem like places to hide money, nor did they seem like places to set up traps.

Accountant Dura hurriedly pressed the light switch, but found that the light was not on.

"Boss! I can fix light bulbs! Give me a few minutes, I'll fix it right away!"

A thug with multicolored hair raised his hand and shouted.

"Go."

Shimizu decided that if they couldn't find anything within half an hour, he would just let Black Gold tear this place down.

Soon, a subordinate found a stepladder and supported the thug to go up to fix the light bulb.

The base of the light bulb was turned around, and before the light bulb could be removed, the ceiling next to it loosened a bit, revealing a crack.

Shimizu's eyes moved, and he ordered: "Stop first."

Then, he condensed chakra at the soles of his feet, stepped on the wall, and walked upside down to the ceiling.

The thugs were dumbfounded, and the guy who could fix the light bulb almost fell off the ladder.