Krypton maintenance worker

The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is the day of murder and arson.

The night of Gotham is particularly charming, and the stars begin to light up in the streets and alleys, decorating the city that is shrouded in darkness.

After a tiring day, people finally get off work and rest, and some singles choose to go to the bar for a drink, or find a lady with heavy make-up in the streets and alleys to discuss a project worth hundreds of millions.

Working 14 hours is the norm in this era, and working 955 hours is not a lot. Later generations envy and envy the [-] in Europe and the United States. This time period does not exist.

It took several large-scale riots and demonstrations, and the red Soviet Union exported revolutions all over the world. The capitalists were afraid that the working class would turn red before they began to give workers the good benefits they deserved.

For Louis who accidentally killed Baiteman, tonight is his first show, or the first show of the Dark Knight.

Standing on the top of a skyscraper, a round of white moon sets off his back, looks cool, isn't it?

Click - perfect.

Satisfied, Louis took back the drone that took the pictures, and now there is a new theme, and then asked James to come to Gotham to open a branch.

The little spider next door often takes selfies of himself in order to earn some royalties. The angle of the photos is so beautiful, bah—ugly and shameless, for fear that others will not know that he is handsome.

"Yeah, not bad, this angle is just right, but the dark clouds in the sky block one corner of the moon, it's not perfect, but now it's time to get down to business."

Louis couldn't see his expression while wearing a mask, but it could be judged from his tone that he was quite satisfied with the photos he took.

Wearing Kurosawa's gorgeous armor, full of metal beauty, but unlike Iron Man, the face is not the face of embarrassment, but the fierce mask in Japanese comics. The King's Sword is simply too cool.

The sword of the king is deliberately made smooth and reflective, which is good for matching with a black battle suit. There are dense spells on the sword, revealing a kind of domineering.

Bird~quack—————

Gotham City is a slum near the outskirts of the mining area. It originated from the mining industry in the early days. After the mineral resources were exhausted, there were no more people. However, some houses for the workers in the mining factory are still there, so it has become the best place to live for the unemployed. land.

It is said that it is a house, which is just an ordinary earth wall with some wooden boards to cover it. Since there are no sanitation workers to clean it regularly, the floor is full of smelly garbage, the drains are blocked and no one cares, and yellow rice fields can be seen everywhere.

"Stinky boy, where did you hide the money, if you don't take it out, I will beat you to death."

Three young whites who had just grown up, and two little blacks with them, beat a small body in the corner. They seemed to be very experienced, they specially avoided the vital points, and hit the most painful places on your body, which made you feel so painful that you died. will not die.

"Woooo~~ I don't know, I didn't get any tips." The blood-stained figure looked up miserably, but it was Bruce, the little newspaper boy who sold newspapers that day.

It turned out that after Louis gave the little newsboy a piece of Franklin with a face value of [-], other newsboys saw it. Out of jealousy, he directly reported to the leader of the American version of the beggars' version, so there was the opening scene. The boss brought a few people over to ask for money.

If you don't get it, you will beat it to death. Anyway, orphans are worthless these days, especially Gotham orphans. There are a lot of orphans on the road.

The little newsboy Bruce was desperate, he couldn't think of a tip and pushed himself into a dead end. He knew very well that even if he admits to handing it over now, it would be a dead end. Why did he threaten other children not to keep him privately and treat him as a model? There is an idiom in the Celestial Dynasty that is to kill the chickens to scare the monkeys. Only by gritting your teeth and insisting that you have not received the money can you have a chance of survival.

"Boss, what should he do if he still refuses to hand it over?" One of the young blacks who had just grown up asked a big white man with a scumbag sitting on a chair drinking beer.

"Hmph, you guys, go over and stab each of you. Remember not to stab him to death. I'll hang him up for others to see." The big white man pointed at the three teenagers who had just grown up. , took out the dagger and threw it to the ground.

These teenagers were originally newspaper boys, and later they became adults. They were selected by the white leader to join the core team because of their loyalty.

Several people hesitated for a moment, one of them, Xiao Hei, suddenly had a ruthless face, picked up the knife and walked directly in front of the little newsboy Bruce, and stabbed him in the thigh. A lot of blood gushed out of the blood hole, and then threw the dagger on the ground. Lost, several other people looked at each other, stepped forward to pick up their daggers, and stabbed little Bruce's limbs.

"Ah———." Little Bruce had already fainted from the pain.

"Idiot, I didn't ask you to kill him, what if he dies after being stuck so deep."

The big man laughed and cursed, holding a chicken in his arm full of tattoos, his mouth was full of oil, as if he was killing a chicken or a dog.

"I'm sorry, head, I accidentally hit a little harder." Xiao Hei, who was the first to strike, ran up to the big man flatteringly.

"Forget it, if you die, you will die. Hang it up for others to see. This is what happens when you hide money privately in the future. Hiccup—"
Then the flattering Xiao Hei found a rope out of nowhere, directly tied the little Bruce's feet, and hung his head down on the pole on the side of the road. This is a three-way area, and the police don't care about how many people die every day. Because those who died were poor people, stowaways, immigrants, or gang members of various kinds.

"You——, God will punish you." Little Bruce murmured, the blood on his body slowly flowed to his face and eyes along with the wound.

The previous beatings and subsequent stabbings resulted in excessive blood loss, and his vision began to blur. If nothing happens, this malnourished child will see God in less than an hour.

"God, haha, God is dead, and there is only darkness left in this world. When you get to Satan, remember to tell him who killed you." Xiao Hei said with a smile.

"Is there only darkness left in this world—" Little Bruce, whose vision was already blurred, saw a bright moon in the sky, and the white moon looked particularly large tonight.

Perhaps it was a replay imitation, he seemed to see at the foot of the moon, a knight in black armor stood on a dilapidated building, holding a bright knight sword in his hand, reflecting the light of the moon, behind him a black and red His cloak is fluttering, although he can't see it very clearly, but he thinks it looks good, and it is cool to describe it in a modern word.

"It's so beautiful. If... this is... The Dark Knight, it seems pretty good..." After speaking, he slowly closed his eyes. He was too sleepy. Before he fell asleep, the one who tipped him during the day appeared in his mind. Ask him if he would like to be Mr. Dark Knight.