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Chapter 17 Let Gotham gangsters see what intensity is

Author: sing rooster

Chapter 17 Let Gotham gangsters see what intensity is

Gotham is always shrouded in clouds, and from a distance you can only see a fog.

Although the city center is lined with various high-rise buildings, when people mention the name Gotham, the first thing that comes to mind is the gargoyle statues everywhere.

It's as if this is the foggy capital of England in the late 20th century, rather than a big city in the 21st century.

However, compared with London in the 20th century, the upper class in Gotham enjoy the daily necessities shipped from all over the world, while the lower class can only live in slums and factories and work hard to get food for a day or even a meal.

There seems to be no difference between the two except that the city center is more prosperous and there are no factories in the city, only slums.

Once people at the bottom are reduced to slums, they can only join criminal gangs and use violence to maintain their lives.

That’s why people also call this city the “Sin City”!

On this very ordinary day for Gothamites, Ian drove his boat alone and sailed into the Gotham port.

Atlantis's ship is powerful!

It only took Ian one day to run to the east coast of North America and follow a cargo ship to find Gotham City.

"Gotham is indeed well-deserved. If people live in a place like this for a long time, they will be crazy or ghosts!"

Ian complained about Gotham's harsh living environment while putting the boat into a berthing position in the port.

At this time, a group of guys with tattoos on their exposed skin and automatic rifles in their hands rushed over menacingly.

Before Ian could react to what was happening, the group of people threw a bunch of random things at his boat, but they all bounced away.

"Hey, what kind of country bumpkin is there? He doesn't understand the rules at all. If you want to dock a ship at Gotham Port, you have to pay first!"

This group of very social-looking people gathered around the ship.

Ian was not surprised when he heard their request. After all, this is Gotham, and you can take automatic rifles on the streets casually, so charging a protection fee is nothing.

He opened the hatch cover, stood up, jumped lightly, passed the gangsters, and came to the shore.

The gangsters who were slapped in the face all realized that the man in front of them was a superhuman, but none of them were afraid. Instead, they surrounded him with guns in hand.

"Boy, don't think that just because you're a super human, you can't obey the rules. This is Gotham! Pay the money as quickly as possible and stop wasting your time."

“You all are really professional!”

Ian gave a thumbs up and sincerely praised these people. He never thought that these people really regarded gangsters as a real profession.

"It's a pity that I don't have a dime on me!"

Britain has become like that, the pound is worth not a penny now, and it's too hard to wipe your butt.

"Besides, I'm not from Gotham, so your rules can't control me."

Ian is a normal person. When he has the ability to protect himself, he still follows the rules of these gangs. That is really funny.

"What a crazy boy, I'm going to let you see what Gotham is today."

"Brothers, fire!"

A dozen gangsters pulled the trigger without any hesitation, and bullets shot out from the muzzle.

Ian just waved his hand, and the breeze surrounded him and turned into a shield, deflecting all the bullets fired.

There are no rules for the trajectory of these bullets after they were bounced off, but a few unlucky gangsters were hit by stray bullets and fell into the sea wailing.

In the blink of an eye, four people were gone, but the remaining gangsters did not retreat, but spread out and continued to shoot at Ian through the cover.

If other gangs or forces in America saw such a scene, they would definitely exclaim, "This is no longer an ordinary gang", and then take heavy measures to deal with it.

But Ian had just withdrawn from the battlefield in the British Isles, and the intensity of the battle was no different to him than a child playing house.

No matter how bad Gotham's gangs are, except for a physically sick clown, the other villains still need to maintain the existing city framework so that they can be profitable and realize their own ideas.

But Western Europe has already begun to increase its intensity and engage in massacres, directly destroying the existing social system.

Compared with this, Gotham's gangster villains are nothing more than a stage play that can only be staged within the fixed scope of Gotham.

Ian didn't want to waste time on these little minions, so he raised his hand and waved the Wind Sword. Hundreds of wind blades erupted on the not-so-large pier, instantly cutting off all the bullets.

The gang members who couldn't evade were swept by the wind blade. Some of their parts were missing, and some of them had their heads rolled all over the floor.

The scene was a bit bloody, with organs falling from people's bodies hanging on the ground mixed with blood.

Ian sheathed his sword, stepped on the blood on the ground, and moved forward without wavering.

Just when he was about to leave the pier, he happened to see a little guy nesting in the corner and stopped.

"Uncle, please forgive me! I joined the gang just to earn a living. I will do whatever my superiors tell me to do. None of this has anything to do with me!"

The scene just now of broken arms and limbs flying all over the sky and heads rumbling all over the floor greatly stimulated the other gang members. They looked at Ian as if they had seen a wolf about to eat people, and they were so frightened that they could not speak incoherently.

Although Ian hadn't done anything yet, the gang member was shaking like a sieve when he thought about the methods he used against rival gang members, and his face was as white as an A4 paper.

"stand up!"

Ian grabbed this guy.

He would not feel any guilt just because of a few scumbags in the gang. Looking at the smoothness with which these people shot just now, you can tell that they usually kill a lot of people.

"Shut up. If I ask a question now, just answer it. Do you understand?"

In order not to waste time, Ian slapped him awake and asked: "What's the situation in Gotham now?"

"For such a simple thing, you can just buy a newspaper. Why do you want me to do it?" the little guy complained habitually.

"Snapped!"

Ian slapped him directly in the face, half of his face immediately swelled:

"If you start talking nonsense again that has nothing to do with this issue, I will give you a slap in the face."

"If you don't want to become a pig, then go ahead."

This time the little guy didn't dare to say anything else and told everything he knew about Wayne Group.

In the Flashpoint world, it was not the Waynes but their son, Bruce Wayne, who died in Crime Alley.

Then Martha was hit by the loss of her son and became a clown.

Thomas abandoned the family business and concentrated on running casinos and nightclubs, becoming Batman who used violence to fight violence.

"Gotham's prosecutor Harvey Dent was recently arrested, and Batman is looking for him like crazy."

The little guy covered his swollen face, fearing that he would be beaten again, and racked his brains to tell everything he knew.

Ian knew that this was the time when The Flash came to see old Batman. It was never too early and it was never too late.

"Thank you for your message."

Ian flicked his finger, and the wind bullet hit the guy on the head, threw him aside, and went to find old Batman.

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