DC Tyrant

Why is Gotham so bad?

It is always cloudy and smoky, full of sin and ugliness under the city, depressing everyone's nerves.

It's a devil!

A demon called Barbatos, summoned by Thomas Jefferson.

Jefferson is the ancestor of Bruce Wayne, and many demons were imprisoned by him in the underground of Gotham City before the end of the War of Independence.

The long-standing existence of Barbatos has had an important impact on the development and citizens of Gotham City, leading to and exacerbating a series of bizarre events.

It's hard to say whether it led to the birth of Batman, or whether Batman was the protagonist destined to be born in Gotham, the capital of crime.

In the evening, the night is late.

As always, nights in Gotham are dark

By the Gotham harbor, the dim chandelier of the harbor was shaking, and the salty sea breeze was blowing the dark harbor with the sound of waves, and it was the clothes of two groups of people that sounded.

There were seven or eight people in a group, the leader was a tall and thick Russian guy wearing a jacket, smoking cheap cigarettes, with an undisguised contempt on his face, his strong body could not be moved by the salty sea breeze, and the cigarette was on his lips Jumping, he squinted his eyes: "Is there no one in Falcone? The kid who hasn't been weaned is also pulled out to 'work'?"

The words of the Russian man caused a few people behind him to laugh, such as "Little devil, go back to breastfeeding." "You should be trembling in your mother's arms." "Little devil, you look like a gay." Hair?"

In an instant, swords were drawn on the opposite side, and they pressed their hands on the waist of the suit.

The leader was a seventeen-year-old boy, and the group of people in plain suits behind him was in stark contrast to the opposite.

The boy pursed his lips tightly and stared at the leader opposite with his angry eyes, which made the Russian man opposite him laugh out loud.

Beside the young man, the middle-aged and elderly butler in a fit and slender suit bent slightly and said to the young man, "Master, don't get angry. Everyone knows that Hank is a mean-mouthed, smelly and hairy guy, so don't bother with him."

Hearing the words of the butler beside him, the people behind Hank, the big Russian man opposite, didn't mind at all. They laughed even more, changed their targets, and kept teasing the leader of their team.

Seeing that the other side didn't care about him anymore, the young man was secretly grateful to the butler. The corner of his mouth tensed up and nodded towards the butler, feeling a little relieved.

"Shut up, you scum."

Hank threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and was blown away by the sea wind, sparks flickered.

As soon as he told him to shut up, everyone behind him shut up.

Someone behind him thoughtfully found a greasy, black oil barrel and placed it between the two groups of people.

The oil barrels were shaken by the sea breeze, knocking against the ground and making a sound.

All of a sudden, there was only a solemn atmosphere and the sea breeze blowing, and the sound of the waves beating could be heard one by one, making the atmosphere even more tense.

The sky also seemed to be getting darker, only the dim and flickering lights of the street lamps slapped their faces from time to time.

"Let's make a deal, the sea breeze in Gotham is not easy to blow."

There was a sneer at the corner of Hank's mouth, and someone behind him handed a suitcase into his hand.

The housekeeper next to the boy also taught him a hand-held black box. The black hand-held box sank for a moment, and the boy picked it up with tight lips.

"Go, master, it's all right."

The housekeeper Wei Wei's words made the young man feel at ease again.

The boy nodded, trembling slightly, and moved forward.

At the same time, Hank Xiong Zhuang's body and the boy came out together and came to the oil barrel in the middle.

The people behind the two sides became vigilant and stared at each other closely. The atmosphere was so subtle that it seemed that a spark could detonate.

Hank put the suitcase on the side of the oil drum, lit a cheap cigarette again, and said with an arc at the corner of his mouth, "Little devil, you have a lot of guts, what's your name?"

Facing Hank's tall body, the boy swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at him, and proudly said his name: "Mario, Mario Falcone."

When it comes to Falcone's surname, the boy's confident chest is more firm, and he has more confidence in this name.

Hank was slightly taken aback, obviously he didn't expect the boy to be called Falcone, and he also thought that the boy who was pulled out to exercise would be someone close to Falcone's confidant, planning to train something.

Unexpectedly, it was to cultivate the next generation of underworld masters.

The two exchanged boxes, opening on greasy oil drums, both backed by boxes.

Hank opened the box, and he saw neat dollar bills. He inserted his thumb into the dollar bills and picked up the banknotes. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, obviously satisfied, and he looked up.

I saw Mario Falcone inserting a bag of white powder with his fingers with a serious expression, dipped some white powder into the tip of his nose, sniffed it, and dipped it in his tongue to taste it.

Hank looked at Mario Falcone's serious look, and said with a dumb smile: "I have traded with you twice, and my character, Hank, is still trustworthy."

Mario Falcone nodded silently, did not speak, and continued to intervene in other inspections.

Until finally he raised his head and nodded to Hank, saying that there was nothing wrong, and was laughed at by Hank again.

If there is no accident, this transaction will be completed like this.

Become a good character for Hank's third successful trade.

But everything is afraid of an accident.

Crash!

Suddenly the waves were loud, and on the edge of the concrete where the waves hit, a pair of hands landed on the shore and pulled hard with both hands.

Suddenly a figure appeared in the darkness, as if it suddenly appeared from the abyss, splashing water.

He is naked, his hair sticks to his face, and the sea water flows down his strong body. The scars on his face and body prove that he has experienced many battles. On his chest, there is a test tube containing red liquid and a metal pendant smaller than the little finger. cylinder.

This is Patty.

He swam up the Snake River in Nevada to Idaho, and after evading General Vick's capture, he crossed Utah from Idaho to Colorado and then to Kansas.

Without any accident, Batty found the small town of Smallville, and also found the farm of the Kent couple. They were kind and hospitable and entertained Batty for a day.

However, Barty did not see the existence of Superman.

That is to say, Karl-El has not yet arrived on Earth, Badi calculated the time and found that it will take about half a year or a year before Karl-El is likely to come to Earth.

Barty decisively left the small town of Smallville. He couldn't have been squatting in Kansas waiting for Superman for a year and a half. There were other things he needed to arrange.

So he left Kansas again, passed through Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, across most of the United States, and came to Delaware.

The journey was full of travel and dust. After he came out of the underground research institute, he had a free disposition. When he saw that he was about to arrive at the Metropolis, he jumped off the Delaware Bay on a whim, planning to swim directly to the Metropolis.

He didn't have any identity documents, so in order to avoid trouble, he chose to swim there.

Unexpectedly, swimming in a straight line came to Gotham City, which is separated by a Delaware Bay.