The Richest Man in the DC World

August 9th, eight in the morning.

Today is a very special day. Gotham City, which has always been shrouded in dark clouds, has seen a rare picture of the rising sun.

The red sun is rising, and the sun is covering the earth.

But this has nothing to do with the citizens of Gotham. The heavy economic pressure makes them have no time to enjoy the roadside scenery. Everyone is in a hurry, walking on the wide streets like puppets.

At a crossroads, a magazine editor who was walking and reading newspapers bumped into a female white-collar worker who was drinking coffee with her head bowed.

At this time, a leaflet fell underfoot.

He picked up the flyer and glanced at it casually. After confirming the contents, the whole person froze in place like a wooden sculpture.

Seeing that his face was ill, the female white-collar hurriedly said,

"Sir, are you alright?"

The middle-aged man suddenly regained his senses, pulled out a smile that was not ugly, put away the flyer, raised his legs and left.

"Sir, your wallet!"

The female white-collar shouted a few words, but the middle-aged person ignored her, her cadence became faster and faster, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

"What a strange person!"

The female white-collar worker shrugged, expressing incomprehension, bent over to pick up the wallet on the ground, and a flyer fell from above, just on the wallet.

"what is this?"

The female white-collar worker picked up the flyer and looked curiously:

Martin Jesse, Mayor of Gotham, March 2001…May 2002…2003…Bribe-taker: Carmine Falcone;

Killian B. Robb, Gotham City Police Chief, July 1996…Christmas 1996…May 1998…Thanksgiving 2002, bribe payer: Carmine Falcone;

Torquay Martial, the city council's president...

Brut Dean, President of the State Court...

Fisk J. Clay, District Attorney General...

Familiar and unfamiliar names appear one after another, and what is related to them is not speech, merit, or administrative claims, but bribery, bribery, robbery, drugs, arms, black money...

The female white-collar covered her mouth and exclaimed: God!

A dozen drones flew over Gotham City.

The barn door opened, and leaflets describing the dark side of Gotham City poured down like rain, covering almost all streets, large and small.

Now, during the rush hour, there is a constant stream of vehicles, and people come and go on the street.

The appearance of the flyer is like pressing the pause button of time. Everyone, whether driver or passenger, office worker or small businessman, just picks up the flyer on the ground, and the next second will become a sculpture.

The noise died down, and Gotham fell into an eerie silence.

The city government building, just after breakfast, Martin Jesse was about to start his day's work, when assistant Hobson hurried in,

"Mr. Jesse, it's not good, something happened."

"How many times have I told you, don't panic, keep calm."

Martin Jesse organized his ties in an orderly manner, and when he thought they didn't look good, he grabbed a new one from a cabinet full of top ties.

As the saying goes, live in the body and nourish the air!

In the past, he was an unknown bank teller, and he was trembling all day, fearing that he would lose his job; now he is different, a bipartisan politician, the current mayor of Gotham City, and a top figure in American high society.

Now that you have become a high-ranking person, you must maintain your proper demeanor. Calmness and calmness are the most basic qualities.

Assistant Hobson was speechless, thought for a while, and put the flyer on the table.

"Mr. Jesse, you better have a look! Something really happened."

Martin Jesse picked up the flyer and glanced at it casually. The next second, his rosy cheeks seemed to be drained of blood, and instantly turned pale.

"how is this possible?"

"Where did this thing come from,

Who gave it, tell me quickly. "

Martin Jesse couldn't help yelling, his face was pale and pale, and he wanted to eat people. He was taken aback and said quickly,

"Someone is using drones to hand out flyers over the city, and it's all over the streets."

"Damn!"

Martin Jesse cursed, tore off his tie and fell to the ground, pacing the room, his face covered in sweat in no time,

"To Farr... No, call Luo Laichang, I will call myself."

Martin pointed to the door, "Go, notify the chiefs of the various sub-bureaus and let them rush to the city government as quickly as possible. If I don't see anyone within 20 minutes, the chief will stop working."

"Understood, I'll go now."

The assistant nodded, walked away, and was called back before he reached the door.

"There are also major news media, who can be called. I want to hold a press conference, and false statements must be clarified."

After giving the order, Martin Jesse breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the flyer and glanced at it, fear and despair resurfaced, he didn't dare to wait for a second, took out his mobile phone, and called Falco tremblingly. phone inside.

When he received the call, Falcone already knew about the flyer, and told him in a calm tone not to panic, everything would be fine.

After soothing for a few minutes, Falcone hung up the phone and kicked on the table, his face so gloomy that water dripped.

"Where's Sidney? Where is he?"

The housekeeper said quickly, "I have already sent someone to ask. His family said that Sidney went out to work at night and didn't return overnight. No one knew what he was going to do. The pilot of the private jet provided a clue. It was around 11 o'clock last night. , Sidney called him to get him ready for takeoff, but waited until morning and no one came."

The housekeeper glanced up and said in a mosquito-like voice, "There are only so many known clues."

"FUCK!"

Falcone roared like a beast, "Damn Jew, how dare you betray me."

The butler's body trembled, and his head lowered.

The door opened and Johnny Witty strode in,

"Uncle, we sent someone to collect the flyers."

Falcone looked at him coldly,

"Flyers are all over Gotham City, tell me how to get them?"

Johnny said coldly, "Street by street, whoever dares not to give them will kill them."

Falcone resisted the urge to push him into the hut, raised his hand to the door,

"Go away, you don't have to worry about the leaflet."

Johnny clenched his fists and walked away with an ugly face.

Anger came out of his heart one after another, Falcone shook his head, staggered, almost fell to the ground,

"Master, are you alright!"

Falcone pushed the butler away and said word by word,

"Call the bosses of the major newspapers, 8:40, Mosag Hotel, I want to meet them."

"I'll make arrangements now."

After the housekeeper left, Falcone took out his mobile phone and made a call that he had never called. After getting the promise from the other party, his gloomy face finally calmed down.

There was a knock on the door, and a thin white man with a stubby head and a scar on his left face pushed the door and walked in. He was Edwin Mitch, Falcone's most trusted subordinate and one of the three major killers. .

"Boss, look for me!"

Falcone rubbed his eyebrows and said solemnly,

"To track down the drone, I want to know who is behind me, and send a few trusted men to bring Sidney's family under control, and no one is allowed to hurt them without my order. "

"Understood."

Edwin Mitch nodded and turned away.

After a few more orders, the panic in Falco's heart finally disappeared. Although the situation was not optimistic, he still had confidence that the family's business for decades was not so easily destroyed.