Dark carriages came and went in the lower town, leaving ruts on the wet and muddy roads, and gathered beside a twisted building. Distinguished guests wearing masks walked into the dark gate accompanied by waiters.
The building opened its deep mouth, and the breath of desire came from it. They swarmed in, extremely happy.
Shrike leaned against the chair. From his angle he could just see the whole picture of the casino. The coins hit each other and made a rustling sound.
He likes this and also likes his job. Unless necessary, Shrike rarely appears on the front line of the battlefield. His main responsibility is to stabilize the peace in the lower city and secretly control everything.
The room temperature was warm and gentle, people were breathing rapidly and holding their chips tightly in their hands.
A huge amount of wealth is circulating here, and most of it will eventually go to the Purge Agency. After all, such a huge organization is very expensive.
The waiter came from behind and filled the empty glass.
Shrike picked up the wine glass beside him. Although he had been running the casino for such a long time, he had not been infected with the bad habit of gambling. As the boss behind the scenes, he knew the rules here too well. The casino itself was cheating, and no one could win all the time, but the casino could.
He raised the wine glass and drank, but the familiar taste was no longer there. Instead, he felt a strange spicy sensation. Shrike immediately spat out the wine, and there were sounds of ridicule.
"If this was poison, you would have nearly died."
The man sat down next to Shrike with a sneer. Shrike didn't even look at him, but took out a silver revolver from his arms. At this distance, the caliber of the Deathstroke could penetrate the enemy even through the steel plate.
As the regulator of the lower city, Shrike had been the target of many assassination attempts. He had long been accustomed to it and was on guard. But when the gun was pointed at the man, Shrike could see his appearance clearly.
"Can't you just walk in openly?"
The Shrike looked at Lorenzo, who was dressed as a waiter. It was he who poured the wine for the Shrike, but the Shrike didn't notice at all.
This psychopath especially liked to play like this after his acting skills became perfect, sneaking in. I guess this is what he did when he worked for those ladies.
"I'm testing your security. This may save your life later."
Lorenzo explained, but Shrike was more inclined to believe that he just wanted to see him make a fool of himself than what he said.
"Tell me, what are you doing here?"
"It's been a while since we last met. I came to see an old friend. What's up?"
Shrike rolled his eyes at Lorenzo and said, "Do you think I would believe that?"
People like Lorenzo would not come here for no reason. He was like a disaster star that caused explosions wherever he went. Shrike could not avoid him at all.
"Well, there are some things, some complicated things."
Lorenzo looked at the noisy casino and then turned his gaze to Shrike, saying, "You don't want to talk about this here, do you?"
Hearing him say this, Shrike's relaxed spirit tensed up. It seemed that this detective had something serious to discuss with him, which was rare.
"Come with me."
The Shrike stood up and led Lorenzo to an office deep underground.
"I haven't been here for a long time, and I actually feel... happy!"