DC Tyrant

Why is Gotham so bad?

It is always dark and cloudy, and the city is full of sin and ugliness, suppressing everyone's nerves.

is the devil!

A demon called Barbatos that was summoned by Thomas Jefferson.

Jefferson is the ancestor of Bruce Wayne, and many demons were imprisoned in Gotham City before the end of the Revolutionary War.

The long-standing existence of Barbatos has had an important impact on the development and citizens of Gotham City, causing and exacerbating a series of bizarre events.

It's hard to tell whether it led to the birth of Batman, or whether Batman was the protagonist destined to be born in Gotham, the capital of sin.

Night, late at night.

As always, Gotham nights are dark

On the edge of Gotham Harbour, the dim harbour chandelier was shaking, and the salty sea breeze blew the dark harbour with the sound of waves, and it sounded two groups of people's clothes.

There were seven or eight men in the group, and the leader was a tall, stocky, jacketed, cheap cigarette, Russian guy with unabashed contempt on his face, the salty sea wind couldn't blow his strong frame, and the cigarette was up and down his lips. Jumping, he squinted: "Is there no one in Falcone? The kid who hasn't been weaned also pulled out to 'work'?"

The Russian guy's words caused a lot of laughter from the people behind him, such as "Go back to milk, kid." "You should be shaking in your mother's arms." "You look like a **** man, kid." hair?"

In an instant, the opposite was arrogant, and he pressed his hand on the waist of the suit.

The leader was a seventeen-year-old boy, and a group of people in flat suits in the back, in sharp contrast with the opposite, looked neat and powerful, and looked at the vulgar group of rough men with a sullen face and a frown.

The teenager pursed his lips tightly and stared at the leader opposite with angry eyes, which made the Russian man on the opposite side laugh out loud.

On the side of the teenager, the middle-aged and elderly housekeeper in a slender suit bent slightly and said to the teenager: "Master, don't be angry, everyone knows that this guy Hank is a stinky and hairy guy, don't bother with him."

Hearing the words of the housekeeper next to him, the people behind the Russian Hank Hank didn't mind at all.

Seeing that the other side didn't care about him anymore, the young man was secretly grateful to the housekeeper, and the corner of his mouth pulled a nervous arc and nodded towards the housekeeper, and his heart eased a little.

"Shut up, you scumbags."

Hank threw the cigarette butts on the ground, blown away by the sea breeze, sparks twinkling.

As soon as he called to shut up, everyone behind him shut up.

Someone behind him wisely found a greasy and dark oil barrel and placed it between the two groups of people.

The oil drums were swayed by the sea breeze and slammed against the ground.

For a while, there was only a solemn atmosphere and the rushing sea breeze, and the sound of the waves crashing into my ears one after another, making the atmosphere even more tense.

The sky also seemed darker, and only the flickering yellow streetlights slapped their faces from time to time.

"Deal, the sea breeze in Gotham is not easy to blow."

The corner of Hank's mouth was sarcastic, and someone behind him handed a suitcase into his hand.

The housekeeper beside the young man also taught him a portable black box, which sank for a while, and was lifted up by the young man pursing his lips.

"Go, sir, it's alright."

The housekeeper Wei Wei's words made the young man's heart feel a little more at ease.

The young man nodded, trembled slightly, and walked forward.

At the same time, Hank Xiongzhuang's body and the boy came out together and came to the middle oil drum.

The people behind the two parties were alert, staring at each other closely, the atmosphere was subtle as if a spark could detonate.

Hank put the suitcase on half of the oil barrel, lit the cheap cigarettes, and said with an arc at the corner of his mouth: "Little devil, you have good courage, what's your name?"

The teenager faced Hank's tall body, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at him, and said his name proudly: "Mario, Mario Falcone."

When it comes to Falcone's surname, the boy's confident chest is more firm, and he is more confident in this name.

Hank was slightly stunned. He obviously didn't expect the boy to be called Falcone. He also thought that the boy would be someone close to Falcone's confidant who planned to train something.

Unexpectedly, it is to cultivate the next generation of underworld masters.

The two exchanged boxes and opened them on the greasy oil drum, both with their backs to the box.

When Hank opened the box, he saw neat dollars. He inserted his thumb into the dollar and picked up the bills. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was obviously satisfied and looked up.

I saw Mario Falcone inserted his fingers into a bag of white powder with a serious expression, dipped a little white powder to the tip of his nose and sniffed, and then dipped it on his tongue to taste.

Hank looked at Mario Falcone's serious appearance, and said with a dumb smile: "I have traded with you twice, and Hank's character is still trustworthy."

Mario Falcone nodded silently, did not speak, and continued to intervene in other checks.

He finally raised his head and nodded to Hank, indicating that there was nothing wrong, and was laughed at by Hank again.

If there is no accident, this transaction will be completed like this.

Good character to be Hank's third successful trade.

But everything happens to be an accident.

Whoa!

Suddenly the waves were loud, and on the edge of the concrete where the waves hit, a pair of hands touched the shore and pulled them hard.

Suddenly a figure appeared in the darkness, like a sudden emergence from the abyss, splashing water.

He was naked, his hair was sticking to his face, the sea water was running down his strong body, the scars on his face and body were testament to his battles, and a test tube with red liquid and a metal smaller than the tail finger hung on his chest. cylinder.

This is Bardi.

He swam up the Snake River in Nevada all the way to Idaho, escaping General Vic's manhunt, from Idaho through Utah, to Colorado, and then to Kansas.

Without any accident, Buddy found the small town of Smallville, and also found the farm of the Kent couple. They were kind and hospitable and entertained Buddy for a day.

However, Bardi did not see the existence of Superman.

That is to say, Karl-El has not yet reached the earth. Badi calculated the time and found that it would take about half a year or a year, and it is very likely that Karl-El would come to the earth.

Buddy left the small town of Smallville decisively. He couldn't have been squatting in Kansas and waiting for Superman for a year and a half. There were other things that he needed to arrange.

So he left Kansas, passed through Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, across most of the United States, to Delaware.

It can be said that the journey was full of troubles. After coming out of the underground research institute, his free temperament was liberated. When he saw that he was about to arrive at the Metropolis, he jumped from Delaware Bay on a whim, and planned to swim directly to the Metropolis.

He didn't have any ID documents, so in order to avoid trouble, he chose to swim there.

Who knew that after swimming in a straight line, he came to Gotham City, which is separated by a Delaware Bay.