The Death Knell

"Wade, did you notice anything wrong?"

The dark Batmobile drove quickly on the water-filled streets, and the neon lights outside the car window were like fast-moving light spots, illuminating Batman's face from time to time.

"Indeed, I found that the homeless people in Gotham are so rich that I want to vote for them."

Deadpool replied with his hands in a surrender position and his face pressed against the Batmobile window. He was now on his way to have a midnight snack with Batman.

Bat said before that he would treat Wade to dinner when he came back. Although Deadpool ate a little something at his cousin's place, it was stuffed down his throat by Thanos. He didn't even have time to chew it, and there was no taste at all. Taste it!

And what he was talking about now was what he had just discovered on the side of the road. There was a homeless man in an alley who got out of his cardboard house in the middle of the night, singing and dancing with a lot of money, and was very happy. ban.

Wade was sure that those green banknotes were real, and the amount was probably around a million dollars, but this was what made him feel strange.

It is understandable if a well-dressed and mysterious person dances in the rain with a million dollars in the middle of the night.

But the money was in the hands of a homeless man. The homeless man was dirty, smelly, and ugly. His hair was stuck together, and his armor was all chapped in the rain. He obviously didn't seem to have that much money. people.

While driving, Batman used portrait scanning to investigate the homeless man's information. Within a few seconds, he checked all the eighteen generations of his ancestors.

With a glance and a photographic memory, he said:

"Jacob Benjamin, an Iraq war veteran, suffered from severe PTSD. He drank and took drugs after leaving the army. He had no other living relatives and his property had already been mortgaged to the bank, even though he didn't even have a bank account."

There are too many such people in Gotham. There are many American soldiers who don't know what else they will do besides killing after they retire, so they shake the little sense left in their heads and want to try their luck in Gotham.

Those who are lucky can become high-level thugs or mercenaries, and those with better abilities can become super villains.

And if you are unlucky, you don't know how people will die in Gotham.

Maybe he fell silently in a night rain, maybe he was stuffed into the sewer after a burst of gunfire, or maybe he went into complete insanity while laughing.

"He shouldn't have so much money, and it's still in cash. I understand." Deadpool slapped his butt and leaned back on the passenger's seat: "But maybe it was a chance encounter? For example, he found something in the sea of ​​shit in the sewer. The floating black suitcase? Or maybe he accidentally summoned the fairy godmother to Cinderella while crying secretly."

"I know the fairy godmother, and I also know the story of Cinderella and the glass slipper." Zorn Batman smiled and waved his hand. He clicked a few times on the center console and played a country music: "But I don't believe in accidents. Events, things happen for a reason.”

Deadpool blinked, and the pair of small white dots on his mask flickered:

"Listen to me. According to the description in the fairy tale book, the fairy godmother is a fat and cheerful old woman. Plus I have never heard of a fairy godfather, so I conclude that she is a widow!"

"Uh" Zorn showed an expression like an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone. He said he was a godfather, so he should be a fairy.

But Wade didn't stop. His rotten brain was out of control and he continued:

"This beggar may have accidentally summoned the fairy godmother, and then he was attracted by the rich widow. You and I both know how scary these mature women in their forties and fifties are, but our beggar friend used to be a soldier. There is still no problem with his physical fitness. So after satisfying the other party, the fairy godmother left him a million for the night. Doesn’t everything make sense?"

"Ah, it does make sense, except that you made it all up." Zorn laughed, not clearly, but audible in the dark: "Oh, it's just your fairy godmother's The explanation gave me some inspiration."

"Hiss~~~~I did hear from my cousin that Catwoman took away all the liquidity of Wayne Enterprises. Now your life is a bit tight, but do you also want to find a rich woman to work part-time? By the way, Most of the rich women in Gotham are members of the Court of Owls, right?”

Deadpool was a little regretful that he had not played with the bad women of the Court of Owls yet. He heard that there were women among the Claw Assassins, and they were brainwashed painless warriors, so Wade had a bold idea.

It cannot be said that once that idea is expressed, the NC17 movie rating is enough.

"Don't think too much. This has nothing to do with the Court of Owls or selling your body. What I'm talking about is the ability of the Fairy Godmother. In fairy tales, she helps Cinderella's wishes come true." Zorn snapped his fingers and looked again. Look at the Bat Mechanical Watch on the center console: "Although it has a limit of not exceeding twelve o'clock at midnight, it helps people realize their wishes."

"I'd like a taco and a seafood soup, not the thick and watery kind. Thank you, Auntie."

Before Batman finished speaking, Deadpool had already clasped his hands together and closed his eyes to make a wish as if he was seeing a fairy godmother. He didn't know where to take out a black and white headscarf used by nuns and put it on his head. .

The Fairy Godmother is a witch. She has nothing to do with the Cross Church, and it cannot be said that it has nothing to do with it at all. Anyway, hundreds of years ago, the latter always liked to roast witches.

It was no use. There was no food at all. Wade squinted his eyes and peeked several times. After finding that his hand was still empty, he spread his hands towards the bat to show that the other party's reasoning was inaccurate.

There is no such thing as a philanthropic fairy leader, let alone granting wishes, not even a piece of cake.

"I want a chicken burger."

Zorn Batman also tried it himself, but he also didn't get food, which made him think. After a while, he pressed his pointed ears:

"Alfred, help me check the American Lotto winning numbers announced tonight. How many people are there for the grand prize?"

"Okay, Master, you threw me to Hawaii. It seems you didn't abandon me completely." Ah Fu's voice came from the pointed ears. Deadpool also came over to eavesdrop, and only heard the butler man's words. There was the sound of typing on the keyboard, followed by Alfred's strange voice: "Hmm!"

"What's wrong? Alfred."

Zorn Batman used a devil-like voice to express concern. The old butler should have thought of him as Bruce, but the difference was not big.

"I discovered a strange thing, Master, this week's lottery prize pool is just over 100 million U.S. dollars, but there are 800,000 sets of numbers that match all the winning numbers. In other words, each winner will share 125 U.S. dollars equally. , brackets, tax required.”

“Unprecedented winning rate.”

Zorn nodded towards Deadpool, and Wade's hand picking his nose paused for a moment. Did Batman just find out that he secretly wiped his nose under the seat?

At this time Alfred's voice came again, and the old man said:

"It's also an unprecedentedly low prize. I don't know when you became interested in economic crimes, Master, but the prize pool of 100 million US dollars is too small. Maybe you shouldn't spend energy on such trivial matters as chasing money, but who should you investigate?" Sold 800,000 sets of winning numbers."

"Working hard." Batman cut off the communication. He turned the steering wheel, and the fire-breathing Batmobile behind his butt drew a semicircle on the wet street. Then he said to Deadpool: "Let's go eat first, but we won't eat Russian food." Now, how about Gotham’s local food?”

"Is there any steamed clown smiley piranha?" Deadpool became interested.