Binglin Comics

Wayne's Restaurant.

This is one of Gotham's most prestigious restaurants, known for its elegant setting and exquisite cuisine.

The sound insulation effect of the private room is very good. Just closing the window can greatly isolate the sound of piano and violin playing.

Who would say no to this wonderful music unless they have something to talk about?

In the third box on the second floor, a man with graying hair tied a napkin sat in front of a round table.

In front of him were some steaks and pasta, for about two or three people.

There were four bodyguards in suits and ties standing in the room, and only one person was dining.

The window was opened a slit two fingers wide, and beautiful music overflowed in like liquid.

The man held a knife and fork and swayed to the rhythm, like a conductor.

When the song ended, he forked the remaining small piece of steak into his mouth and let out a soft hum of satisfaction.

His name is Carmine Falcone, once the largest gang leader in Gotham City.

Eight years ago, a brat appeared out of nowhere and completely ruined everything.

This man is very powerful, and none of the several waves of killers he sent came back.

This man was also very rich, and he even publicly offered bounties and played a game on several TV stations in Gotham.

A broken game that would cause Falcone to curse whenever it was mentioned.

Anyone who can provide conclusive evidence of crimes committed by the middle-level gangsters can get a huge sum of money to start their life again.

During that period, whether it was Falcone or Maroni and other gang leaders, due to the betrayal of accountant Liu, the black money accumulated over the years was wasted and they were also imprisoned.

Because there were so many charges against them, they used all the connections they could use to get bail.

By the time they returned to Gotham, the daylilies were cold.

The foundations of the gang's population have been greatly shaken, and the remaining insiders are filled with suspicion and distrust.

Coupled with the annoying guy Batman, who made crazy arrests all night after that incident, plus Harvey Dent's gang of prosecutors and cops, the once-famous gang became a mess.

It's all gone, it's all gone, it's the kind that can't be gathered together even after peeing.

The dock, which is the largest source of the gang's bottom population, and the port where pollution breeds, were vigorously developed by Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham City, to engage in foreign trade and transportation business.

Municipal construction has also advanced by leaps and bounds in the past eight years, just like taking an aphrodisiac.

In addition to government taxes, almost every project has the support of Wayne Enterprises.

Employment opportunities have greatly increased, people have more choices for work, and the average urban minimum wage is getting higher and higher with urban development.

Regardless of whether they have brains or not, whether they have the strength or not, they are all running to find a job.

With the same treatment, who would want to do the job of having their head stuck in their belt?

The gang's lower-level members are losing a lot, and middle-level members are being arrested on a large scale. To retrain the middle-level members, a lot of financial and material resources will be spent.

Without the intervention of the middle-level gangs, some shady black businesses can only facilitate transactions through increased rewards.

Increasing remuneration means lowering profits.

In the past, one-nine were opened, and the person doing the work would get one, and the remaining 90% would be digested internally by the gang.

Nowadays, some people are beginning to dislike such a generous price of 40 or 60 yuan.

What kind of world is this?

Only those losers who are not very smart, unwilling to work hard, and want to make a lot of money stay in gangs all day long.

Falcone gets angry every time he sees these losers and wants to kick their butts.

Of course, that's what he did.

I don’t know since when, gangsters have become synonymous with waste shelters among the people of Gotham.

Maroney and Francis, among others, turned to real estate and other industries under intense environmental pressure.

I heard that some are doing pretty well, but they are not as prosperous as before.

The world is unfair, the world is unfair

All of this stems from that damn Asian brat eight years ago.

A vigilante who calls himself Iceman.

Fortunately, the damn guy is dead.

In other words, he should be dead.

Francis hired a lunatic nicknamed joker at the time, who was said to be acting erratically and ruthlessly.

Although he often makes stupid things that shoot himself in the foot, hiring joker is the best decision he has made in his life.

The joker made quite a fuss, but it seemed that something was done, and this lunatic who did not follow common sense was eventually arrested by the police.

However, Iceman also disappeared at the same time, and his life and death were unknown.

Since then, he has disappeared without a trace.

Falcone once sent someone to sneak into the prison, trying to find out inside information about Iceman's survival.

But these damn police were on guard and kept Joker alone somewhere instead of sending him to Arkham Sanatorium.

The police's concealment method further confirmed the news of Iceman's death.

In addition, he did not appear in subsequent TV shows and no one knew where he went, basically confirming the news of his death.

At that critical moment eight years ago, the death of a messenger representing justice would have an immeasurable impact.

It is reasonable for the police to deliberately conceal this.

Falcone also had doubts that the Iceman was still alive.

It’s just that so many years have passed, why is there no news about him at all?

Pulling the napkin and wiping his mouth, Falcone put a plate of steak in front of him and pushed the eaten plate aside.

The thick sauce mixed with the heat looks very tempting.

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip of red wine.

Programs were playing on the color TV.

The TV host looked at the camera with a smile: "Tomorrow is the eighth anniversary of the Iceman."

Falcone was a little annoyed, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and he muttered: "Turn it off."

"Yes." His subordinates knew that this was a bad thing for him and hurriedly turned off the TV.

The Iceman has been missing for eight years. Although there is no evidence to prove his life or death, everyone assumes that he is dead.

Some people in Gotham also spontaneously created this Iceman Memorial Day, which is getting bigger and bigger every year.

Even Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham City, built a bronze statue of Iceman the following year.

He even called him the pioneer of the new Gotham.

Fuck you

The room was pushed open, and a young man wearing a suit and carrying a suitcase walked in.

Perhaps it was because he didn't show his weapon on the surface, and the bodyguards present just surrounded him without making any other moves.

"Hello, are you Mr. Falcone?" The young man put the suitcase on the table and found a chair to sit down.

When he saw the untouched steak and pasta on the table, he actually picked up his fork and started eating: "Just in time, I'm a little hungry too."

Falcone frowned, and the four bodyguards took out their pistols at the same time.

Ka Ka Ka ~

The sound of a series of bullets being loaded was heard, and the black gun body almost hit the young man's head.

"Who are you?" Falcone narrowed his eyes when he saw that the young man looked familiar, and said viciously, "You should know that you have to pay the price for being rude."

Staring at the visitor's face, the sneer on Falcone's lips gradually solidified.

Two seconds later, he managed to say: "Turn on the TV."

After hearing the order, one of his subordinates carried out the order.

The picture on the TV is introducing the Iceman Memorial Day.

The camera shot towards the bronze statue of Iceman. Many Gotham citizens were lighting candles and seemed to be praying for blessings.

"You know what?" Chen Hao ignored the pistol against his forehead, took a sip of pasta, wiped his mouth, and looked forward: "It feels bad to see someone lighting candles under his bronze statue. , it’s like being dripped with wax.”

Falcone froze.

He, he is the Iceman