Gotham Dark Godfather

Zhou Hao's words are simply killing this guy. He wants to come to a hotel in such a secluded place to do the illegal business of a street girl. If the police come to visit him every day and make surprise inspections, then no matter how nervous the pimp is, Customers will not be willing to come in, which undoubtedly destroys the foundation of this store. !

"Boss! Don't be excited. If you have something to say, please speak it up..." The administrator stammered and begged for mercy: "I was wrong just now... There are five hundred dollars in the drawer... Don't be the same as me..."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Hao became even more angry when he heard these soft words. He swung the revolver in his hand, slapped the administrator twice with the oak handle, and yelled:

"What do you mean? Do you think I'm a robber? I'm here to steal your money?" Zhou Hao cursed while pressing his police badge on the administrator's face and yelled: "See clearly, I'm a policeman! I came here on the basis of improving the relationship between the police and the public. I suggest you buy some suitable daily necessities? Who the hell cares about your money?"

Although he said this, Zhou Hao was not idle. He quickly opened the drawer with his fingers and took out the scattered banknotes inside. He roughly counted the CDs he brought and found that there were only 20 of them, so he picked them from the pile of banknotes. He took out $200 and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then the horse turned around and left the hotel, running to his car like a gust of wind, panting and sticking his head out to make sure no one was chasing him.

"Holy crap! Is this considered robbery?" Zhou Hao thought with lingering fear, but when he saw the police badge in his hand, he couldn't help but shook his head: "Well... I only took 200... and also took the equivalent value of the disc Give him the film...The police doing this kind of thing...can't be considered robbery..."

At the same time, he couldn't help but look at the sky. The famous Batman lamp from the future hadn't appeared yet. He wasn't worried that the shopkeeper would call the police, but he didn't want to be stared at by Batman so early.

"Speaking of which... Although this street is only 5-600 meters long, there are dozens of girls looking for food nearby... In other words, there are probably many similar hotels... "Zhou Hao touched his chin thoughtfully, with the shadow of banknotes shining in his eyes: "It's time to make a big fortune..."

After all, he didn't care about the cheerful Riddler who was having fun upstairs. He was wrapped in a tight coat and drove away into the darkness around the corner of the street under the hazy moonlight.

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The next day, the Riddler staggered out of the hotel with red eyes. He glanced at the red sun with a beard and felt it was extremely dazzling. Not only did he burst into tears, he sighed. : "My... almost 30 years of savings... are... gone... I... alas!"

Mirroring the Riddler's self-pity, in a secluded small restaurant in Arkham District, two police officers were drinking and chatting in the corner.

"This guy Zhou didn't come to work again today. He's only been here for a few days. He's so unscrupulous and arrogant. It's really abominable! Weaver! Aren't you the director of the Arkham branch? Why don't you care about him?" The man who looked like the captain of the police force said.

Sitting next to him was Zhou Hao's immediate boss, Police Chief Weaver, who was in charge of the Arkham Division. He picked up the wine glass with an impatient look, took a deep drink of his own and said:

"Hmph! Do you think I don't want to? Who reported to Chief Luo before? I was thinking about this bastard Zhou Hao, and I was afraid that he would be transferred to the Black Gate or the lunatic asylum to guard the gate... But what will be the result?" Weaver muttered dissatisfied: "Not only did it not happen, but I also brought back a lot of discs to make money."

"That old guy has always recognized money but not people." The captain of the police force also drank a sip of wine, blinked his little eyes and said mysteriously: "I heard that Zhou Hao got the wind from somewhere and knew what the director was going to do. He rushed to the police station overnight and honestly handed over $5000 in exchange for Loeb's trust in him."

Hearing this number, Weaver couldn't help but smacked his lips and felt unhappy. He owned all the gambling stalls in Arkham, and his monthly tribute was only 2000 US dollars. It was no wonder that his relationship with Zhou Hao was completely ruined. Recently, Mr. Luo has seen that his face looks particularly bad.

However, the police captain next to him was very confused about the style, and kept struggling with money issues.

"Where do you think this kid got so much money? To be able to provide such a large amount to the boss...could it be that these mere pirated discs are making so much money?"

Weaver frowned and cursed impatiently: "Oh! How many pornographic DVDs? Gotham Street is full of girls standing on the street. If you want to have fun, you can do it at any time, and the price is cheap----Who Would he have the heart to hide at home and watch this? If he could give Lob so much money, I'm afraid it's all borrowed to show off. I heard the news from Dao that Zhou borrowed tens of thousands of dollars from Black Mask. I'm afraid he used this to Just try to climb up."

If Zhou Hao were here, he would definitely shake his head when he heard this. After all, the country that will produce such discs in the future will happen to be a place with a very developed custom industry.

Weaver seemed to be still angry. He poured himself another glass of wine rudely and cursed: "As a police officer, there are many ways to make money. Gambling stalls, white fans, and those pimps, the benefits provided are like a gold mountain." Yinshan, if you don't do this, you will become like a peddler selling pirated copies under the overpass. If you tell us, it will bring shame to our Arkham branch."

The captain of the police force kept smiling, but he was cursing secretly in his heart. The gambling, drug and drug trafficking businesses in their area, which were originally barren and made a lot of money, were gathered together and put under the control of Weaver. Naturally, this guy made a lot of money.The other police officers could only extort money from the vendors, so this time Zhou Hao found another way to piracy, and they all watched with envy and goodwill.

"No, we can't let this kid get away with it anymore." Weaver slapped the wine glass on the table in a desperate move, as if it belonged to Zhou Hao: "Since Lob doesn't care, we have to find a way to make this Asian guy understand. It’s not that easy to mess around in Cam District!”

After saying that, he made a gesture and asked the police captain to come closer and said in a low voice:

"Now I have thought of three strategies to deal with Zhou Hao. Tomorrow you take people out to patrol, focusing on those video stores and hotels. Anyone who bought Zhou Hao's discs will be closed for rectification. I want to see who will do it in the future. Do you dare to accept his goods? Second, since you have to make a living as a police officer, there is no way you can get through it all at once. So if there are any difficult cases that cannot be solved in the future, assign them all to Zhou Hao. I want to take a look. , if not a single case can be solved by then, how dare he continue to stay in the police force?..."

Weaver was talking really enthusiastically, and suddenly he vaguely saw a figure moving outside the door of his box. He was shocked and shouted quickly: "Stop! Who is sneaking outside?"

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