Meiman Killer Daily

53

In a nightclub gathering area in Gotham City, Peter was alone enjoying the noisy crowd. It seemed that only in such an environment could he feel the joy of life. It is strange to say that in this most disgusting and so-called place that normal people hate

The dirty area is actually the safest area in Gotham City in the dark night.

After all, business people don't want any problems in their territory, because once the reputation is not up to standard, the business will naturally not prosper. The owner of the territory is the Penguin, the most powerful black organization in Gotham City, which controls the entire business.

More than two-thirds of the capital flows in the black market, and he has an arms team of at least 5,000 people. However, this person is very low-key. Even in the past thirteen years, Penguin has only been invisible to the police.

Location solves problems.

As one of the four major families in Gotham City, the Penguin's power is not overwhelming, but it is enough to compete with Bruce Wayne. Of course, this is only about Bruce Wayne. The Penguin is a very good at guessing people's hearts and very vicious.

Man, no one would like to mess with such a character, but there was a good show today that compelled Peter to come and watch it.

"Hey! Boy, you are very unfamiliar!"

Two tall and thick black men suddenly blocked Peter who was walking on the sidewalk drinking vodka. Maybe it was because Peter looked really arrogant and in the eyes of this group of people, he was someone who deserved a beating. Of course, some black people themselves liked it.

Robbery, theft, and bullying during group activities are not discriminatory against black people, but this group does not have its own civilization and culture, and most black people are synonymous with poverty.

No one likes to rely on stealing, robbing, or hurting others to satisfy themselves in life. However, social oppression has caused some people to take the wrong approach, and black people make up the majority of them. So over time, no matter who looks at it,

The eyes of black people will begin to change. They vaguely remember when it happened. At that time, they were not a killer, nor did they have super powers or time travel.

I met a black man in the metropolis of gz. He was actually not too black, but the obvious difference in skin color caused Peter to have some misunderstandings about him. However, when the man took out his ID card, he said that he was from the same country.

, Peter was still very surprised, because in Peter's memory growing up, there were no pure black people in China, although of course they were not truly black.

The random thoughts were just caused by alcohol. Peter's lack of attention seemed to anger the other party. He grabbed Peter by the collar and pushed Peter to the ground. He kicked the vodka away from Peter's hand and spat at Peter.

"Baby face, didn't your mother tell you..."

Bang……

The gunfire rang out and the smoke dissipated in the air. The black man who spoke opened his eyes wide and fell next to Peter. Peter was vaguely aware that he was not the one who shot the gun. To be honest, Peter was already numb to such things. Do you care about what ants do to you?

Attack? Even if there is some damage, an ant is an ant after all. Killing a frog in the well will not give Peter any spiritual satisfaction.

Perhaps the feeling of not being able to return to the original world still makes Peter upset. Even though the battle in the metropolis was so fierce at the beginning, it was just a target mission for Peter. When it ends, what will come is still unlimited.

Emptiness, this emptiness is not knowing whether it should take root in this world.

Peter has experienced the baptism of four or five worlds. He is no longer as forbearing and arrogant as the boy he was before. The difference in attitude is just because his understanding of the world has become deeper with the growth of his strength, and endless monsters have appeared one after another.

In front of you, no matter whether you are a good person or a bad person, this is not life and you cannot let yourself feel the fun you once had.

Assassin is Peter's first profession, and it is also Peter's last profession. At first, assassinating a target by yourself only had a pistol and required planning from all parties. Now, with the use of perspective to lock the target, no matter how hard you pull the trigger of the sniper rifle,

The former also requires precise analysis of the retreat route and the ability to advance and retreat freely, but the latter will disappear into the world in disguise and no one will be able to detect it.

Da da da…

The sound of bullets sounded frequently, and it seemed that someone was planning to attack here. All the praises at the beginning turned into farts. Now the Penguin's base camp, this gathering place of nightclubs has become the most dangerous place in Gotham City, unless it is

If you lie down, there is a 50% chance that no one will hit you.

"Harleen Quinzel! You are looking for death!"

The rough voice roared under the loudspeaker, and the name he shouted made Peter open his eyes slightly. In the past few seconds, he had been so sleepy that he wanted to rest. He pushed the body away and smelled the faint aroma of wine. It was not far away.

I picked up the vodka bottle at the corner. Because I drank half of it and the bottle itself was very thick glass, it didn’t break. There was still a lot of wine left inside. I tore off the bloody top and threw it away. I drank the wine shirtless and remembered.

He understood the purpose of his visit this time.

"Where is he?!"

"The secret room on the second floor underground of the bar."

Austrian created an answer in his ears, and the clairvoyance was activated in Peter's eyes. The sniper rifle was summoned and Peter dragged him to find the direction. The two sides who were still fighting around were a little surprised by Peter's drunken state, and he rushed into the battlefield without any precautions.

A bullet flew past Peter's shoulder and caused a spark. Peter turned his head and looked inside the bar, the corner of his mouth curling up as a heart-burning feeling of alcohol welled up in his heart.

The sniper rifle fell to the ground. Gatlin appeared in his hand, locked the bar, and fired with a team of more than 200 people. The guardian's energy shield withstood all damage. It was really impossible for humans, especially ordinary humans, to pose any threat to Peter.

, of course, in Peter's mind at the same time, there is one thing that Peter still needs to clarify, which is his description just now. Sometimes venting to ordinary people seems to be a good way to relieve stress.

Of course I’m not talking about defenseless people here!

Two hundred bullets of flames only spat out for less than a minute. The entire hotel was penetrated and collapsed. A pink sports car appeared in the driveway behind Peter and pressed its horn at Peter. Peter turned to look.

The person sitting in the driver's seat was none other than Harleen Quinzel, the protagonist of the recent turmoil in Gotham City. She chewed gum, winked at Peter, and whistled.

"Are you lonely, handsome guy?"

Picking up the sniper rifle and looking back again, the Penguin appeared in the correct effective range. Perhaps in the eyes of the opponent, the steel wall built more than 20 meters away was invincible, but this was really useless to Peter.

It was meaningless. The identity and strength of the killer really began to make Peter numb and unable to find the direction of life.

Bang……