Chapter 812 (1/2)

”It's not a shame squad.”

Standing in the cold rain, Batman comes to the used car where he stops and joins up with the windbreaker fighter. When he arrives here, he can vaguely see the light of a flashlight flickering in the lane ahead.

Even though the shame team was in such a hurry to escape from Arkham, sharis had more footholds in Gotham than Batman. All of her team had night vision devices in their masks, so they didn't need flashlights.

The heavy rain covered up the sound of the car, and the cold water splashed on the hood.

The windbreaker pulled up his clothes to keep out the rain and took out his notebook to have a look. His tone seemed to be very helpless.

”There is nothing wrong with the place, but my little book is not a timely updated information terminal. I was here before humiliating them, but now it seems that someone else has changed here.”

Batman is just talking. Through the sound of the rain, he collects the sound of smashing the door, smashing the glass, and screaming. Anyway, the crime is going on and must be stopped.

At the corner in front of you, there are at least a dozen circles of flashlight, and the identity of the other party is not good. Generally, such groups are either gangs or cults.

However, cults only kill people but not rob them. They need to spend the time that other criminals spend searching and arranging various rituals.

So hearing the sound of smashing and robbing, Batman judges that the other party is a robbery gang.

In Gotham, group robbery is usually a small gangster's business. Who has seen penguins or double faced people taking people to rob outside?

Batman walks to the corner of the street, sticks to the wet building, and looks at the situation in a short time.

It was a group of people who were ransacking a small jewelry store, but the shop did not know whether it was the security guard or the owner. At this time, they had fallen outside the door, and they did not know whether they were alive or dead.

The thugs, dressed in suits and shirts, looked like they were planning their actions. There were about a dozen of them. They were all younger brothers, but Batman still knew the man who was leaning against the door in a coquettish manner.

The blue suit, red and black flower Hawaiian shirt is worn inside, with a big gold chain on the neck, and the mask is like mercury, which can reflect the reflection of others.

”It's the facade and his men, the flare.”

As he spoke, Batman took out a batdart from his belt, pressed the button on it, swung it with his hook, picked up the building on the side and disappeared in the dark.

The windbreaker put away his notebook and shrugged helplessly. Batman didn't seem to cooperate at all. He just explained that he wanted to avoid Flashbombs, but he didn't say a word about how to cooperate.

For Batman, more than a dozen people still don't need to cooperate with others. Although his appearance is good, his younger brother's quality is generally very poor.

”Facade” is a man who can show off very well. He likes to hire vagabonds to support his work. He just puts on a suit when he comes. He looks at many people, but he is not a professional gangster at all.

In Gotham this kind of place, disguised as the black boss, sometimes can take advantage of a lot of money, but if the bottom line is found out, the end will be very miserable.

The front door is Eric Hansen. It was originally a double faced nightclub. Parking boy.

Every day, he watched the rich gangsters dangle in front of him. They were luxury cars and beautiful women, and they always swaggered through the market with a group of uniformed younger brothers. People were afraid of others and were very popular.

He suddenly had a flash of light. As long as he put on his mask, he pretended to be a little neurotic. In Gotham madman, no one was willing to provoke him.

He took out the tips that he had been rewarded over the years, and all his accumulated wealth was tens of thousands of dollars. He went to buy dozens of sets of inferior suits, and paid 20 dollars a day for meals to hire tramps on the street.

He soon pulled out a team, drove the tramps to the sea to have a bath, cut their hair and beard, and put on a uniform suit.

Come on, he's a gangster, too.

Although the people hired in this way are silver like wax spears, which can't be seen and used, others don't know. Each one has a brick in his arms and pretends to have a gun.

Then he took people to eat black.

When others rob or rob others, he takes these dozens of people around him:

”Oh, we have been staring at this family for a long time. Since you have robbed me first, I can't say anything, but I can't let my hundred brothers go for nothing. How about half of them?”

They are numerous and powerful. It seems that everyone has a guy in his arms. They can't see clearly at night. They can almost bluff 99% of the people.

Besides, appearance is not all you want. Only half of it. When have gangsters seen such a nice talking gangster? They are surrounded by hundreds of armed men, and half of them can be left. It's really a clean stream in the underworld.

Other people rob jewelry stores, banks, or steal things, all need to plan. It takes a lot of brains. Just buy intelligence on the street and stop others. Other criminals will send money to him.So the appearance quickly created a reputation and made a lot of money.

If you have money, you can stabilize your subordinates. Those who were originally just vagabonds have relatively low requirements and low labor costs.

Some people think that he likes to get something for nothing, just like hyenas taking other people's prey; others think that he has the bearing of an old-fashioned gangster and keeps the bottom line for everything.