Binglin Comics

"The first redeemer was only willing to step out after mustering up the courage."

"In order to protect his identity and safety, we also asked the director to help with mosaic and voice change processing. Yes, this is not filming, please use thick code."

The mosaics and voice changes make it difficult to identify who this person is just through the TV screen.

Anyone can be fake.

But in the eyes of some people, the more it is like this, the more real it is.

Anyone who dares to go on TV must be taking a considerable risk, and no one can be too cautious.

In the sinful city of Gotham, Dante arrested more than a thousand people, and he said he captured most of the felons.

Judging from his description, there were about two to three thousand people carrying murder cases and serious crimes.

The remaining tens of thousands of people are all people who have fallen to the bottom of the gang due to unemployment.

Seeing that Jackson is still cautious under the protection of mosaics and voice changes.

Those at the bottom of the gang seem to have seen themselves, and they can feel and understand this feeling.

If it weren't for money, a fool would go on TV to expose himself.

Chen Hao saw that Jackson entered the scene quickly and nodded secretly.

To some extent, fear and timidity were more in line with his current state.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Seeing that Jackson didn't respond for several seconds, Chen Hao frowned slightly.

He was not very good at writing scripts, etc. He just told Jackson what effect he wanted, and the rest was up to him to perform on the spot.

After hesitating for several seconds, Jackson tilted his masked head, stood up suddenly, struck his palms together, and began to applaud.

In his mouth, he only said one word loudly: "Okay"

For a moment, Chen Hao almost thought he had seen Zhao Benshan's sketch.

Jackson's somewhat comical behavior amused ordinary people watching on television.

But the gangsters in front of the TV couldn't help but laugh.

Real, so real.

"Whose little brother is this?"

The gang boss is in a high position and has a longer-term view.

Once someone starts this matter, it will be difficult to clean up later.

In their black industry, these low-level people are not less involved.

It can be said that these low-level participants know all the evidence of their crimes the most clearly.

In the studio, Chen Hao looked at Jackson approvingly, thinking that this guy is really a fucking talent.

This saucy operation looks funny, but it also seems extremely real.

"Well, it seems that our participant is very nervous. This is understandable, after all, it is the first time."

Jackson looked a little panicked, and he didn't know whether he was really panicking or pretending. This made Chen Hao suddenly have an idea in his mind.

He pointed to the mug under the stands and motioned to the female host: "Please bring me a glass of water."

The female host was a little confused when she saw Chen Hao pointing at her cup.

Chen Hao didn't want to show any flaws in front of the camera, so he walked off the stage and handed the female host a wad of money.

Ignoring her strange gaze, he picked up the cup and returned to the stage.

When Jackson took the cup, Chen Hao had no intention of letting it go directly, and reminded: "Be careful of burning it."

Jackson looked at Chen Hao through the mask, touched the cold cup, and through his slight pushing and pulling movements, he seemed to understand something and nodded.

With the blessing of mosaic, Jackson's slight movements are not visible at all on the TV screen.

With the tacit cooperation between the two, Jackson accidentally dropped the mug after taking it.

There was a crisp sound.

"Brother, please give me the money quickly. My family is still waiting for me at the station." Jackson's voice was filled with tears, which was his specialty in deceiving people.

Even if Rao changed his voice, he could still hear this feeling.

A very spiritual improvisational performance.

"Okay, regarding your reward, do you want it in cash or transferred to a bank card."

"Not now, let's transfer the money."

"Okay." Chen Hao nodded and looked at the camera: "It is understandable that you will take huge risks when you take the stage for the first time. So let's stop here today and let us send him off with applause."

Jackson wanted to leave a long time ago, but when he heard Chen Hao's words, he seemed to be running away from the studio.

"I'll reiterate it again." Chen Hao stared at the camera: "There are probably one or two thousand people who have committed murders or serious crimes in Gotham City and have not been arrested. No matter how much evidence you provide, I will only accept the first one. One provided.”

"Then, tonight's game begins."

The program ends and enters the commercial break.

Different audiences in front of the TV can be said to have different mentality.

Some find it fun, some find it surprising, and some find it strange.

But the gangsters in prison were furious.

"Damn it, go check it out, who is this guy?"

Hearing the angry roar of the gangster, the younger brother who took the order grimaced.

This mosaic has umlauts added to it, and I can’t even see the clothes clearly. How can I check it?

Check the hammer

I was complaining like this in my heart, but I could only respond and retreat.

Francis even slapped the table and stood up: "Lawyer, I want to see a lawyer."

After yelling, he looked at Maroni, who was frowning at the side: "What about you, why don't you contact some politicians and brokers or call me Rob, that guy has received a lot of benefits from us."

"Let me think about it again." Maroni held his forehead, feeling that this matter was quite difficult.

Not only did he not kill the Iceman, but he also allowed him to continue this farce.

Regardless of whether the person who made the mosaic just now is real or fake, there will always be someone among the tens of thousands of low-level gangsters who believe it.

If there is one, there are two; if there are two, there are three.

Once someone starts, it's difficult to stop them.

Tonight, Gotham's underworld may be in chaos.

Gotham City, Iceberg Restaurant.

A chef in a white uniform ran wildly in the aisle.

Behind him, there was a short, fat man wearing a black tuxedo.

The man held a black umbrella in his hand and put it on his shoulder casually. His pace was unhurried, like the approaching death, blocking the chef at the end of the passage.

"H, no." The chef raised his hands: "I didn't mean it, really."

"George." The man in a tuxedo raised his chin with the tip of his black umbrella: "You want to take a picture of my crime to collect the reward. How could you do this? I am a serious criminal, George."

"No, it's not what you think."

"I didn't think too much about it, George, you don't have to worry at all."

With a throat-piercing sob, the man took out his black umbrella and crushed the phone that had fallen to the ground with his foot.

North of Gotham City, Prewitt Building.

Harrison, a middle-level member of the gang, was intercepted by more than a dozen dockworkers on his way home.

These dock workers are migrant workers. Due to employment difficulties, they have to work as coolies to transport goods.

After work, I discovered that the dock was controlled by local gangs, who often used them to transport arms and powder.

Working hard, but only getting a meager income.

Occasionally, during police patrols, they would be pushed out to take the blame.

Now the big boss behind the dock is in jail, plus Chen Hao's program tonight.

After discussing it, they decided to make a bet.

Wealth comes from danger. For such a middle-level person to be tied up and collect evidence of crimes, he must receive a million dollars.

Tens of thousands of dollars per person is better than living in fear and suffering at the dock.

"What do you want to do?" Harrison reached for the pistol on his waist.

"Let's see whether you have more bullets or we have more people, come on"

The wealthy low-level people, the small bosses who are hiding everywhere, and the middle-level gang members who clean up their subordinates.

Tonight, in the dark corners of Gotham that cannot be seen, there is violence and blood everywhere.

This is a game against human nature.

This is a game played against class interests.

This is a game that sets off the foundation of the underworld.

Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night.