The Richest Man in the DC World

When the phantom of the devil descends, the world is changing.

Birds tightened their wings, insects stopped singing, flying insects and beasts shivered in their nests, and the entire forest fell into a deadly silence.

The magic circle seemed to be alive. The blood flowed in the soil and continued to seep downward, bringing out a scorching, pungent smell like sulfur.

"The exchange of demons requires the beams of the scales."

The low voice seemed to come from another time and space. It was ancient and profound. It was hard to distinguish between men and women, but it reached the depths of the soul.

"Siobhan, my loyal servant, you need to pay."

"But……"

Siobhan raised his head, then quickly lowered his head, "My request is for ancient books. For you, my master, I am looking for ancient books for you."

Hohohohoho! ! !

The phantom laughed strangely, and slowly dissipated into the air, leaving behind a violet-like mysterious pupil,

"Your blood hangs at the other end of the scale, Siobhan McDougall, my loyal servant, exchange the magical blood of the McDougall family for what you want."

Siobhan knelt on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, until the moon rose and the birds sang again, and then he slowly raised his head. The head fixed on the stake was only the skeleton, and the wolf's liver and lungs were all reduced to ashes.

"Crone!"

Siobhan gritted his teeth and hit the ground with a fist. The terrifying force blasted the ground, causing a large wave of air and dust everywhere. The altar and the magic circle were buried, and the headless corpse of the robber flew far away and fell on the grass middle.

"Father is right. There is nothing good about demons. Maybe she planned it the moment I fell into hell."

"hateful!"

"Crone, you are really damned, and Kahn and Bevan are all your fault."

Siobhan kept cursing in her heart, but she didn't dare to say a word. She was fed up with all of this, the family, the devil, and the hateful uncle and brother...

"No, you can't hand over the family blood."

Siobhan gritted his teeth, but there was hesitation in his eyes.

She really had no better choice.

The curse of the silver banshee grows stronger,

Before long, she will lose her humanity and become a puppet obeying the devil. At that time, does bloodline really matter?

...

If the earth in the DC world is compared to the world of fairy tales, then Gotham is the place where demons roam freely.

Gotham has talents, and the circus is the worst.

As a circus that is gradually becoming famous, the Strange Circus will arouse warm welcome from the middle and lower classes wherever it goes.

It is different from other circuses. The boss seems to have no idea of ​​making money. Everywhere he goes, he will exchange the money he earns for food and distribute it to the homeless.

Over time, this circus began to emerge and successfully attracted the attention of the police.

After a nationwide tour, The Strange Circus returns to its original home, Gotham, where they bid farewell to 2004 with their final show.

After the news spread, it attracted the attention of many low-level people, and some media also spontaneously promoted it.

The opening day of the circus was full of people. All the homeless and homeless nearby gathered here to enjoy free pork burgers while watching the show.

The plainclothes police officers in Gotham City and several FBIs were also among them. Their purpose of coming here was not for free food, but for the increasing cases of missing persons in recent years.

The strange circus is the suspected target. Every time they perform in a place, someone will disappear. At first, the police didn't pay much attention. After all, the missing are all homeless homeless people. Who cares about the life and death of homeless people?

As time went by, there were more and more missing cases, and they couldn't care less about it.

In the noisy circus, the people were overcrowded, and some sat directly on the ground. Since most of the people who came were homeless, the air was filled with a lingering sour smell.

Sheriff Veron, who was in charge of this case, was hiding in a corner smoking a cigarette, his expression hard to hide his depression. He thought it was a case that could be easily solved, but after so long, he couldn't find any clues.

Evidence is the basis for handling a case. If the missing person cannot be found, there will be no conviction. Suspicion alone will not do.

A plainclothes policeman came over with two pork burgers in his hand,

"Captain, why don't you try it, it tastes pretty good."

Veron shook his head, glanced at the warehouse not far away,

"did you find it?"

"I've searched it all, and there's not even a single hair. Did the FBI make a mistake?"

"I hope."

Veron took a long breath of cigarettes, and for some reason, he always felt that this matter was weird.

The plainclothes policeman swallowed the pork burger in two or three bites, glanced left and right, and whispered,

"Captain, let me inquire. Is the police power armor produced by Tesla in place?"

Veron glanced at him and said with a smile, "Why, you also want a set."

"Who doesn't want it!"

The plainclothes policeman grinned excitedly, "I heard that the police armor is invulnerable and extremely powerful. With them, those criminals are easy to catch."

"It's not that simple."

Veron threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it, "The performance of the police armor is really good, but it's too expensive. A set of 900,000, Made, is simply stealing money."

"Tesla is so fucking dark."

"How many sets can we divide?"

"Only four sets, and it was obtained by Director Sapo."

"It shouldn't be!"

The plainclothes policeman scratched his hair, puzzled, "Didn't the mayor order more than 2,000 sets of police power armor from Tesla, why did we get four sets in our hands?"

"You thought those power armors were for the police."

Thinking of this, Veron felt aggrieved, "The guards need to wear them, the armed special police also need them, and the prosecutor's office doesn't let go. There are also prisons, departmental guards, anti-narcotics teams, and criminal investigation teams. There is no one who will not let go."

"They are all her mother's milkless children!"

At this time, there was a noise in front, and the head of the strange circus, Laszlo Valentine, came to the stage to pay tribute to the guests. He was a tall and fat guy with a wide forehead and round eyes. contagious.

Under his call, the scene set off bursts of applause.

After the speech, the performance officially began. To be honest, there is nothing outstanding about the performance of the strange circus, whether it is a horse show, a monkey riding a bicycle, a grizzly hula hoop, a dog riding a motorcycle, a clown playing a bouncing ball, etc. .

The reason why so many guests are attracted is because of the "benevolent act" of the head of the group, Laszlo Valentine, who distributes bread to the poor, and the poor naturally support him.

The most indispensable thing in this world is the bottom class.

The performance started at 7:30 and lasted until 11:00 in the evening. After the end, the personnel stood up one after another, but some homeless people stayed and lived in the temporary accommodation provided by the circus.

"let's start!"

Veron glanced at his subordinates, who nodded, put on the clothes of a tramp and mixed into the crowd.