The All-League of Legends Starts From the Heavens

Van Cleese, Dream Prison, also known as Bell Reeve Prison, is the captain of the prison guard in the special security zone. He is mainly responsible for taking care of some superhuman criminals.

In his spare time, he likes to go to the bar for a couple of bets and have a few drinks.

However, recently, I have been unlucky and lost a lot of money. Especially today, the gambling money I just borrowed from the gangsters went into someone else's pocket before I could wait for it.

But that's all secondary, and what Chris cares more about is that the man in the wide-brimmed cowboy hat sitting directly across from him not only won his money, but stared at him the whole time.

Makes him feel goosebumps.

Despite his vicious appearance, Chris, who was actually weak in character, could only focus on the poker table and try his best to avoid the sight of men.

"Lester, Lester! Hurry up and deal!"

"Speak to your boss by the way, and give me another 10,000 yuan in the account."

The black dealer looked embarrassed. Chris has borrowed a lot of money during this period, which has exceeded his repayment range. If he borrows more money, he may not be able to get it back.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Chris suddenly became anxious, slapped the table and shouted, "Hurry up, kid, don't make me angry!"

No matter what his profession is, he has a warning word, which is a little deterrent to ordinary gangsters.

Therefore, the dealer immediately planned to contact his boss.

But Lu Wu stopped him and said, "Captain Chris, right? I can lend you this money, but you have to do me a favor."

Chris subconsciously hugged the heavily-makeup female worker next to him.

"Forget it, I don't like going through the back door."

Lu Wu crossed his fingers and put it on the poker table: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in that kind of thing either."

"Besides, you're not pretty enough."

"I want to go to Meimeng Prison to meet some friends in a few days, and I need your help to bring me in."

Chris was a little surprised after hearing this. It was difficult to bring people out of the prison, but he still had the right to go in and meet the prisoners.

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple." Lu Wu replied indifferently, then picked out 10,000 from the chips in front of him and threw it.

Chris quickly stretched out his hand to gather the scattered chips together, gasping in amazement, feeling as if he had picked it up for nothing.

After a while, he suddenly raised his head and said, "I want cash."

"Also, give me back what I lost to you today, cash."

Lu Wu looked at his greedy appearance and smiled happily: "Of course you can."

"Then I promise you." Clark was completely dazzled by the money, he even forgot to ask Lu Wu who he wanted to see in prison, and he didn't plan to return the chips he got.

Lu Wu suddenly said, "Go back."

"What?" Clark didn't understand.

Suddenly a Mexican in sunglasses appeared behind him and tapped him **** the shoulder.

"Our boss wants to see you!"

"Ow!" Chris exclaimed bitterly, then turned around and said in a drunken tone, "Hey, do you know who I am?"

Without a word, the Mexican pressed the crackling stunner to his neck.

Christon felt dark in front of his eyes, and then he was carried out by a few gangsters who were five big and three thick.

Seeing this, Lu Wu pressed the brim of his hat, got up and followed them out of the bar.

The captain of the prison guard, who occasionally twitched twice, was finally carried into the back kitchen of a Mexican restaurant, and several gangsters armed with weapons had been waiting for a long time.

Lu Wu swaggered in and followed, pretending to be familiar with the gangsters, and then walked to the corner and stood still.

After a few minutes, Chris, who was forced into a chair, regained his sanity.

Looking at the gang of gangsters with bad faces around him, he desperately turned his brain, trying to remember what trouble he had gotten into.

"Please, why did you bring me here?"

"I know your boss very well and are very good friends."

Seeing that no one was paying attention, he continued to say to himself, "Yes, I owe money, I understand."

"I haven't had a good luck these days, you know that, but it's not my fault, okay?"

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, the gang boss Chris said pushed the door and walked into the back kitchen.

Leather peaked cap, black sunglasses, brown printed jacket, not tall, but very imposing.

"Brother, it's for real this time, I'm not joking with you."

"If I hadn't stopped you, you would have been cut into eight pieces by now, just like the piece of meat hanging from your head."

Chris looked up at the half-slice of pork that kept shaking above his head, and shuddered.

Immediately afterwards, the gang boss changed the subject: "But if you are lucky, there is a big man who wants to see you."

Chris wondered even more why so many people were looking for him today.

Soon, a strong bearded man in a black suit walked in, followed by a black boy.

The burly man in the suit took a bundle of bills from the suitcase he was carrying and handed it to the gang boss.

Chris seemed to know him and greeted, "Griggs, are you?"

The brawny man known as Griggs turned his head and warned: "You better keep your mouth shut."

When the two communicated, Lu Wu's eyes were fixed on the black boy who came with the strong man.

To be precise, it is the golden ak in the hands of the younger brother.

Perhaps it is a racial trait. Black people always like this pompous and vulgar decoration style. Although the performance of firearms has not improved in the slightest, or even decreased, they still enjoy it.

But then again, who doesn't like these golden cute little ones.

Lu Wu naturally couldn't be exempted from the custom: "Hey, my friend, the gun is not bad, it's beautiful."

Facing the appreciation of strangers, the black boy felt that he had found a soulmate, and he opened his mouth wide, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"You're great too, Cowboy."

After a wave of business exchanges, they became familiar with each other in two days. Lu Wu took advantage of the situation and said, "I also have some research on firearms. Let me see what else can be modified."

The black boy did not hesitate to hand the gun to Lu Wu and asked him to take a good look at it.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, the younger brother was not worried at all that his treasure would be taken away. Even if it was taken away, Lu Wu would not be able to get out of the door.

Just as Lu Wu was checking whether the firearm was pure gold or gold-plated, another person came in from the small kitchen.

This man is thin and not particularly tall, but he gives off a strange sense of oppression. His face is as white as paint, and his bright green hair that reflects under the light is meticulously combed back. Lick, causing the scarlet lip gloss to faint.

A gold-green suit that normal people would never wear, it looked very suitable on him.

The dark purple shirt was unbuttoned, and the bare skinny body was covered in tattoos and scars.

The splicing of all kinds of eye-catching colors makes him very eye-catching, and at the same time conveys a crazy feeling to the surrounding.

And he is the uncrowned king of Gotham's dark world today, the underground emperor who even Batman can't do with him - the Joker.

"Can you let me go? What's going on?"

'This is so ridiculous! ’

Chris hadn't figured out the situation yet, and urged the gang to let him go, but the Joker had approached from behind and put his hands on his shoulders.

"Bala bala, bala bala." The clown learned Chris's tones, imitated his chatter, and finally said, "So much talk will kill you, little one."

After that, he slapped Chris on the shoulder, then turned to him, purring like a kitten.

Then, raise an arm and place it in front of the prison guard.

Chris looked at the cold-faced gangsters around him, a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, and he lowered his head and kissed the clown's finger.

Like a vassal visiting his king.

"I can feel that you kissed very seriously." The clown suddenly smiled and straddled the prison guard's lap: "You will be my friend."

Chris began to feel a little scared. Even if he didn't know the famous clown sitting in front of him, he could see that this man might have a mental problem.

"Yes, we are friends."

"Since it's a friend, do me a favor." The clown's smile became more exaggerated, and the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to the roots of his ears.

"Beautiful Dream Prison, help me get something in."

"To my favorite Harley Quinn and tell her I'll get her out."

"By the way, by the way, I will always love her."

Chris looks embarrassed: "This is me"

It doesn't matter if you bring someone in. If he sees that nothing major will happen, you can't tell if you bring something into the prison. What if it's a bomb.

Not to mention whether they will be held accountable, there is a high probability that this hard-won job may also be lost.

"It looks like you don't want to be friends with me." The clown stood up regretfully and picked up a blood-stained boning knife from the table next to him.

Maybe it was because the knife was dirty, he only used **** to hold the handle.

Then dangling between Chris's legs, showing signs of letting go at any moment.

Chris shrank back desperately, tremblingly said, "Don't! I promise, I promise you!"

The clown immediately threw the heavy boning knife aside, sat back on the guard's lap, and stroked his face: "This is a good boy."

Griggs, a strong bearded man, stepped forward at the right time and handed Chris a small purple mobile phone.

Chris breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't a dangerous item like a bomb.

"Sorry, can I please let me go?"

"Of course, anytime!" The clown twitched the muscles on his face and put on a smile that ordinary people couldn't put on at all.

"But you" Chris looked at the clown who was still sitting on top of him, hesitating to say anything.

The clown immediately got up from him: "I'm sorry, I forgot."

Chris got up from his chair tremblingly, and slowly retreated out under the gaze of a group of vicious gangsters.

He was really afraid that someone would suddenly open fire and shoot him.

The next second, as he wished, a huge gunshot resounded in the back kitchen.

Chris, who was originally a frightened bird, stumbled on his left foot and fell directly to the ground.

He ignored the sharp pain in his back, and immediately checked his body to see if there were any wounds or bleeding.

At this time, a voice came from the side: "I'm really sorry, the gun went off."

"Didn't hit you, Mr. Prison Guard?"

Chris turned his head and saw Lu Wu smilingly reaching out, trying to pull him up from the ground.

Beside him, the black boy with a resentful expression was holding his golden ak tightly.

A small accident caught the attention of everyone present, and only then did people discover that there was a stranger in the back kitchen.

The clown tilted his head and looked at Lu Wu with a puzzled face, as if thinking about his identity.

The gang boss took out a pistol and pointed it at him: "Who are you and who let you in?"

The rest of the younger brothers also pointed their guns at Lu Wu when the boss drew his gun.

Lu Wu immediately raised his hands and gave a standard French military salute: "Don't shoot, everyone. It's me."

"Damn it!" The gang boss yelled, and immediately planned to pull the trigger.

As a result, the clown next to him stopped him and asked, "Come to me?"

Lu Wu smiled and nodded: "If I don't look for you, why am I here in this broken place."

"Joker, I can help you rescue Harley Quinn, as long as the price is right."

The clown instantly felt utterly disappointed: "boring, I can do this myself, why should I look for you?"

Lu Wu replied, "Why don't we take a gamble."

The clown became interested as soon as he heard it, and immediately sat on the chair, his hands folded on the back of the chair, and his chin rested on his arm: "What are you gambling, do you bet your life? I like it!"

Lu Wu shook his head: "No, we'll bet on which foot the prison guard will step first when he goes out later."

"I won, you not only have to hire me, but also pay me double. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"What if you lose?" The Joker asked impatiently.

"I will still help you rescue Harley Quinn, whether it is successful or not, I will leave it to you afterwards."

The clown pondered for a moment, then shook his head again and again: "No, no, this game is boring."

"Isn't it more interesting if I kill you directly?"

As if expecting that he would refuse, Lu Wu showed no surprise: "Then why don't we change the gameplay."

"Aren't you going to save Harley Quinn? Then I'll kill her."

"Look at who of us is faster. If you lose, you have to pay me as well."

"Double!"

A normal person would never agree to such a gamble, but the clown is not a normal person.

He did love Harley Quinn deeply, but he also loved to play.

At the same time, he has the confidence that he will save Quinn first and win the game.

"Okay, I promise you."

"Ten million, if you win, I'll give you ten million!"

As soon as Chris heard them move the focus of the discussion away from his feet, his tense body finally relaxed.

He was afraid that the two of them would shoot him and let him crawl out.

The prison guard's complex psychological activities were ignored, and the clown completely focused on Lu Wu.

"But before I gamble, I have to charge you some interest first."

"Not everyone is qualified to play games with me."

The strong man Griggs took out a pistol from his arms and walked towards Lu Wu slowly.

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Yesterday's owe chapter, I will start adding more when I rest