The Richest Man in the DC World

In an underground warehouse in the West End of the Metropolitan City.

Luke sat on the couch, eating ice cream, watching with relish the latest report on Gotham City on TV.

Under the sunny sky, countless flyers fell like snowflakes.

Citizens chase snowflakes like children seeing snow for the first time.

"This situation is really beautiful."

Luke sighed sincerely, his eyes turned behind him,

"Mr. Sidney, stop pretending, I know you're awake."

"Now that you're awake, it's time to talk about business."

Luke moved the chair and sat in front of him, looked up and down, and almost laughed. Sidney was not tall, and with his growing years, his body gradually developed in the direction of being fat and round. On the cross, there is absolutely no tragic and solemn when Jesus was crucified, but there is an illusion of a silent comedy in the 1930s.

Luke coughed and said in a low tone,

"I heard that Mr. Sidney is a devout Jewish believer, and he must not mind me tying you up in this way. Of course, if you feel that the form is not solemn enough, I can strip your clothes off and nail them on your wrists and ankles. Iron nails, but that's too bloody, I don't want it myself."

Sidney opened his bloodshot eyes and stared at Luke as if cannibalistic.

"Demon! You're going to hell."

Luke tutted and shook his head, "That sentence is very wrong."

"There is a very important point in the teachings of Judaism: the creator rewards those who obey the law, and punishes those who trample the law. Although I am not a Jewish believer, I have lived for seventeen years and have never violated this doctrine. You, Mr. Sidney, murder, rape, wretched girls, oppress the good, smuggle drugs, sell arms..."

One crime after another, and with each count, Sidney's cheeks trembled, and in the end, he simply closed his eyes and didn't listen, hear, or ask.

Luke chuckled, with undisguised mockery on his face,

"Just like you, you are still a devout believer. If God knew that there were believers like you, he would be so angry that he would pop out."

"you……"

Sidney's eyes widened and he struggled, but no matter how hard he tried, the chains that bound his hands and feet didn't move. Instead, he was tired and out of breath. From last night until now, he was first beaten by Batman, and then hit by Luke's car. , and then hanged on the cross for several hours, the body has long been unable to bear it.

"Okay, stop pretending, you don't believe in God at all, you only believe in money."

"Let's be realistic, tell me, how much is your life worth?"

Sidney spat, "Yellow dog, I won't give you a penny."

"Good! Have backbone!"

Luke squeezed an orchid finger and said with a smile, "I like you just like that."

With that said, he picked up the dagger on the table.

The steel dagger reflected a dazzling light in the light. Seeing that the blade was getting closer and closer to his neck, Sidney couldn't help roaring,

"What are you doing! Don't come here, go!"

Luke sighed, "Mr. Sidney, you are one of Gotham City's No. 1 and No. 2 people. Don't make me look down on you."

"Don't worry, this is my first time killing someone with my own hands. It won't be too bloody. I will give you a warm and painless way to die. I promise to make you satisfied. Remember to give a five-star praise."

The dagger slid across the air, swiping across Sidney's wrists, blood flowing down the skin, one drop, two drops, three drops...

The blood drops fell into the copper basin, making a splashing sound.

Sidney's eyes flashed with despair, and he wanted to beg for mercy several times, but he endured it, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Luke wiped off the blood on the knife and said lightly,

"A normal person's death time after cutting his wrist is about an hour, I don't have that much patience,

Just cut off your hands, plus injuries to your shoulders, abdomen, and ribcage, which means you can last up to twenty-five minutes. "

Luke took out the alarm clock that had been prepared,

"It's eight thirteen now, at half past eight, I'll come over and give you one last chance."

After that, put down the alarm clock, turn around and leave, and when you reach the door, turn around and say,

"By the way, I forgot to tell you one thing. I already know the phone number you made to your son. I believe that Falcone will be able to find them soon. I wish your family a happy time in hell."

Luke nodded slightly, closed the iron door in Sidney's desperate eyes, and disappeared.

...

Despite all the preparations Martin Jesse could think of, the moment he walked out of the city hall, fear was still unstoppable.

Too many people!

The entire central square, 140,000 square meters of land was crowded with people.

It was so dark that it was impossible to count at a glance.

These people gathered together, there was not much noise, there was not much noise, and a large part of them just stood there and looked ahead calmly.

In the past, Martin Jesse was happy to show his talent in speaking in front of so many people, but today is different, he felt fear, those eyes, like a blood demon who ran out of hell, wanted to bring him into flesh and blood. swallow them all.

The assistant reminded aside, "Sir, you can't delay any longer."

Martin reacted immediately, tightened his mind, walked to the microphone, coughed habitually, and was about to speak when an unknown object flew out of the crowd.

The flyer brushed across the podium and landed on the steps.

It turned out to be a hamburger wrapped in a leaflet, and under the harsh sunlight, the text covered in cream was particularly dazzling.

A reporter rushed out of the blockade and asked loudly,

"Mr. Mayor, is the flyer real, you were really bribed by Falcone!"

Someone took the lead, and other reporters were not to be outdone, and they all showed their skills as paparazzi to break free from the police's interception, and more than a dozen microphones all went to Martin Jesse.

"Mr. Mayor, on April 8, you were invited to the charity dinner at the Mosag Hotel, and Falcone was among them. The next day you received a bribe of $2.76 million. May I ask what kind of money is the money? The way to reach you, Central Bank?"

"Mr. Mayor, James Collin, the director of the Gotham City Branch, was promoted by you, and now he is taking bribes. How do you explain this?"

"Mr. Mayor, please answer my question."

"Mr. Mayor..."

"Mr. Mayor..."

Martin Jesse felt ten thousand mosquitoes buzzing in his ears. He couldn't hear what the other party was saying, and he didn't want to hear it. Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, he quickly waved to the police and asked them to drive them away.

If it was before, the reporters would choose to retreat, but now it is different. The flyer exposed all the dark side of Gotham City. The police are no longer the embodiment of justice, but a group of assholes accepting bribes.

The worms should be killed!