To be honest, the city is indeed very prosperous, and it is not a large metropolis with a population of 12 million that it is difficult to gather such a large population without a prosperous economy and developed transportation. And almost all walks of life in the city are involved in the Wayne Group.

Similarly, the city is still full of slums, especially in the old city, which is a giant slum and feels like two worlds compared to the new city.

Donnie walked out into the street, went around in circles, and finally turned into a dark alley. A sneaky figure had already caught up, staring at the unfamiliar face.

"Boy, rob, get the money out!" A red-haired young man skillfully took out a pistol and opened the insurance, he was in a good mood, business came to the door early in the morning, and the food money for the past few days was secure.

Robbery is also a business, which requires the most basic eyesight, and if you offend someone who shouldn't be offended, it's a happy thing to die.

Gotham lacks everything, the most important thing is all kinds of large gangs, some gangs are even afraid of the government, such as Falcone, who was killed by Batman before, is simply a gangster giant, more fierce than the underworld emperor of New York City, and controls the entire Gotham political circle. Another example is the current Falken crime family, which is a criminal group formed by a group of underworld bosses, and there is no need to say much about the camp.

The red-haired young man had been begging for a living on the street for many years, and he was sure that the well-dressed young man was a stranger, and that he hadn't heard of any new additions to the Falken crime family lately.

"You're going to rob me?! Are you sure? Donnie looked curious, this was the first time someone had jumped out and robbed him.

"Boy, don't worry, I'll rob you today, and you won't rob you tomorrow, our Gotham people are so simple and simple, and the whole world is famous." The red-haired young man heard that Donnie's accent was from New York, and his heart was settled. It's still an outsider, and if you don't rob you, you'll have a ghost.

Donnie laughed, listening to the young man's tone, as if he should still thank him.

"Rob me, you're choosing the wrong person."

By the time the red-haired youth noticed that something was wrong, Donnie had already made a move, slammed his fist into the young man's stomach with ghostly speed, and then snatched the opponent's pistol with his hand.

The young man clutched his stomach and knelt on the ground and wailed in pain.

"Such a toy is trying to rob me?" Downey muttered, dividing the pistol into parts with three strokes and five divisions.

He didn't care who he offended, and Optimus Prime had also been transported with a luxury cruise ship, and now he was staying on the dock in the port. If it's a big deal, he will drive Optimus Prime over and kill him, and if he can't do it, he will frantically transform the vehicles in Gotham City and kill the enemies with numbers.

The red-haired young man's face was gray and his eyes were hollow, Nima had a bad career today, and he encountered a ruthless idea in his first business, which was too unlucky. Why is he Anderson so unlucky?

"Tell me, who are you? Which gang do you belong to? How much do you know about the city? Donnie squinted, grabbed the young man by the hair, and lifted him up despite his cries of pain.

To deal with this kind of gangsters, you have to be ruthless. In this line, before making the other party admire you, you must ensure that the other party is afraid of you, fear and panic are the foundation, and admiration for that thing is the thing to pay attention to later.

"Anderson! My name is Anderson and I'm the 'rat' on this street, and a lot of people know me. Anderson's tears of pain were about to come out, and he waved his arms in a panic.

"Rat" is a black word, which generally refers to gangless and non-factional gang-related personnel, who are not only not as good as mice, but also as well-informed as mice. This surprised Donnie a little, there is no backstage gangster, what did he rely on to survive in this dark city?

As if to see Donnie's confusion, Anderson hurriedly explained, "I'm working during the day, unlike anyone else. ”

It suddenly dawned on Donnie that, apart from the current bigwigs like the Falken Crime Family, only those rangers were keen to move during the day. The former is not afraid of official power and is unscrupulous; The latter does a little business, does not easily hurt and kill, and avoids encountering top criminals from all walks of life at night.

"I, Anderson, have been Gotham since I was a kid and I know every corner of the city! Please let me go, I still have an old mother at home, a wife in the hospital who has given birth, and a father's body to be burned in the funeral ground......"

Syllable!

A handful of dollars fell on Anderson's head and scattered all over the ground. Anderson swears to his deceased old mother and non-existent wife that he has never seen so much money in his life, and he can usually grab a few hundred dollars and go up to the sky!

"Listen, I don't care what happens in your family, but I want you to do something for me. Since you dare to call yourself a 'rat', I hope you have the real ability to help me find out something. But if you don't do it well or dare to deceive me, I'll kill you. Not only you, but also your only remaining relatives, I will also find out one by one and visit them in person. Donnie threatened him with a gloomy face, he couldn't have a good face for this kind of person, "You don't need to know who I am, don't ask, I'll be waiting for you in this place in three days, and if you satisfy me, I'll give you three times the price!" You're going to help me find out......"

A few minutes later, Donnie casually walked out of the alley, carrying his pocket, as if he had just visited the place. As he was leaving, he jerked his head up, stared at the quietly rotating camera, let out a contemptuous laugh, and then fired it with a single shot, without hesitation.

After another ten minutes, Anderson, with a bulging pocket, came out of the alley, pretended that nothing had happened, and hurried into the crowd.

Donnie's face was indeed a little gloomy, and his face was angry. He just came out and walked around, and there were people staring at him through the cameras on the street, really thinking that he wouldn't dare to kill people? Who is it? Bruce? Falken? Local police station?

Donnie walked down the street with a gloomy face, and the passers-by avoided Donnie like they were avoiding the plague god, afraid that he was another dangerous person?

In the gloomy basement not far from Donnie, a figure trembled slightly. The trembling had a specific frequency, and it didn't seem to be out of fear, but more like some kind of madness.

"Hey, this person, hehehehe...... To kill or not to kill? No, no, no, that's not right, Batman should be killed! Hee-hee-hee-haha-ha...... Should go and kill the most annoying guys...... Hypocrisy! ”

From time to time, the wall-facing figure muttered to himself, he was holding a bunch of playing cards in his hand, and the strange thing was that each playing card was full of clown-like kings, and there were no other numbers.

In the gloomy basement, the lights flickered and flickered, sometimes on and off, and everything seemed to be dancing in the shadows as if everything in the basement was beating in the shadows. He was silent at times, creepy laughs echoing through the basement.

"Hee-hee-hee-ha......ha