The vast ocean of the High Heaven rolled with waves of terror, and the howling of demons was blocked by Geller's force field.
The massive Imperial fleet lurks beneath the torrent of the Warp, moving steadily forward.
About to jump out of the subspace
About to jump out of the subspace
About to jump out of the subspace
The mechanical prompt sound echoed in the battleship, and everyone got busy, preparing for the battleship to return to the physical universe.
The array of thinkers composed of divine brains emits rhythmic sounds.
Data cables carried vast amounts of data, anchoring the ship's coordinates and calculating the energy required to enter the subspace drive.
The crew members and captain who control the battleship connect their thoughts to the battleship to assist the work of the machine spirit.
A data machine larger than an armored personnel carrier ticked, and streams of white steam gushed out of its pipes. These were the chemicals used for cooling.
The vents emit a sound caused by high-speed airflow. The circulation system is releasing fresh air and drawing away the stuffy air filled with exhaust gas, completing the circulation purification.
A huge fleet of ships leaped out of the subspace and displayed in the void.
This is the designated meeting point.
The Wolves have been waiting here for the Blood Angels to arrive.
They will fight side by side to encircle and suppress Magnus.
Standing on the bridge of the Celestial-class battleship, the Holy Blood, Dante can overlook the entire main control hall from his height.
The staff sat around the huge console.
The Mechanical Priests walked back and forth, maintaining and watching over the huge arrays of machines and thinkers.
When jumping out of the warp, the Holy Blood did not experience any turbulence.
Very smooth, as if it slid out from inside.
Dante closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then another, before opening his eyes.
The noisy broadcast sounds came from everywhere and entered his superhuman senses. His sharp eyes could capture the working status of every servant.
See everyone is doing their job diligently.
Dante smiled faintly.
Even after so much time, it still feels like a dream.
Blood surged through the Primaris' body, and air moved back and forth in his chest at an incomparable speed.
His heart was filled with emotion for everything that happened before his eyes.
At one time, mankind faced unimaginable darkness.
Traitors during the Age of Horus destroyed the Cadian Fortress.
Their leader, Abaddon the Despoiler, used unknown alien technology to extend the Eye of Terror like a scar across the galaxy, forming a massive warp rift that split the empire in two.
Those horrible monsters of the old night emerged from the darkness like a tide.
Countless subspace cracks spread on an unprecedented scale.
Nightmare-like horrific visions erode reality like a flood bursting through a dam.
Demons roam the stars and monsters haunt the human world.
Messages of despair filled the Warp, with death and war everywhere.
No world was spared.
The gods laughed wildly, intending to turn the entire human race into their playthings.
Suffering is the fate of all human beings.
Humanity in the galaxy is more miserable than ever before.
Everyone believed that civilization was about to die out and darkness would cover the future.
The traitors were triumphant and clamored about their impending victory.
However, the reversal of everything came so quickly.
The awakening of an Emperor's Child changes everything.
Traitors and gods alike will one day regret their actions in awakening Guilliman.
Many Primarchs returned from the lost age.
Walk among the stars again.
They brought back the hope of the Dreamtime and the redemption that humanity had always longed for.
This time, they will not fail.
Humanity will triumph over the gods.
Dante could see the terrible ambition in the eyes of the imperial regent.
Today, the entire empire is plunged into war.
The Empire is launching a full-scale counterattack against the aliens and traitors.
The Tau have been destroyed, their homeworld burned to the ground by the returning Lions.
Many chapters were assembled together to launch a fierce attack on the resurrected Space Undead Dynasty.
The orcs were divided one by one, and a large number of legions were deployed to launch an unprecedented terrifying offensive, forcing the greenskins to flee.
The Zerg suffered successive setbacks, and their tentacles were cut off one after another by humans.
In the old days, victory in any war was enough to excite the high lords and they would regard it as the supreme achievement.
But in this era, these victories are commonplace.
Not even praiseworthy.
Dante knew these victories were just appetizers.
The Imperial Regent would never be satisfied with this.
The Imperial Military Affairs Department is still expanding its military madly.
The first thing every recovered world had to do was to incorporate it into the empire's vast division of labor system.
Develop technology and industry, produce weapons and ammunition, warships and vehicles, or food supplies.
Preparing for war and expanding the army so frantically.
Anyone with a keen eye could sense that a battle that could change the galaxy was brewing.
There is only one enemy that requires so much military force.
Those are the ancient primordial destroyers.
To put it another way, that is the guy who calls himself God.
A sword that will slash the gods is being forged.
The day the sword is drawn is the day of the decisive battle.
A mechanical voice sounded, interrupting Dante's scattered thoughts.
Space Wolves ships detected, standard message sent
Spots of light appeared on the tactical screen. The optical device transmitted the captured images to the database, which then processed them and displayed them in front of Dante.
The Space Wolves also have a large fleet.
The Imperial Regent equipped each chapter with the same military strength.
In this regard, even the Ultramarines were no different from them and did not receive any special treatment.
There have been many joint operations between the Blood Angels and the Space Wolves.
But in the past, they were often just small-scale alliances.
This is the first time that such a large-scale joint operation has been carried out.
After the Blood Angels fleet jumped out of the Warp, they switched to conventional engines, slowly slowing down and meeting with the Space Wolves fleet.
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"Captain Logan of the Space Wolves Chapter requests to meet with you. He has arrived at the transporter deck of the Holy Blood." Another voice sounded.
Dante looked in the direction of the voice and saw a flying silver-plated cherubim.
Servos hummed within its body, and its silver wings flapped rhythmically.
The wings do not provide lift; the Cherubim rely on anti-gravity devices to maintain flight. The wings are used to maintain direction and for decoration.
"The wolf is still so impatient and unwilling to wait. The request is granted. Let him go to the Holy Blood Temple." Dante said, "I will be there soon."
"Understood. Relevant information is being transmitted." With a buzzing sound, the Cherubim turned and flew away.
Dante glanced at the main control hall, where the mechanical priests were directing the servitors and crew members to control this huge warship.
The indicator lights on the machines flickered and noisy sounds echoed in the hall.
Everything is in order.
Dante turned away and walked towards the door to the main console.
The Blood Angels guarding the door saluted him.
Several members of the Holy Blood Guard followed Dante and left with him as his guards.
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The Basilica of the Holy Blood was originally located in the Castel Sant'Angelo in Baal.
Dante moved it to the Celestial-class battleship, the Holy Blood.
He was well aware that the Blood Angels Chapter would inevitably face an expedition in the future that might take hundreds or even thousands of years.
The ambitions of the Imperial Regent are by no means limited to the Milky Way, and he is very likely to expedition to other galaxies.
The Blood Angels must adapt to a life of combat away from Baal.
The Celestial-class battleship is the best choice as a mobile temporary home.
There are a large number of books stored in the Temple of the Holy Blood.
These books record the enemies that the Blood Angels have defeated, as well as the biographies of the dead.
Someone has suggested recording these things in a database.
Dante rejected the offer.
The books and biographies of the Sanguinary Temple are the Chapter's legacy.
Only with a reverent heart can one gain the knowledge of predecessors and the holy blood spirit passed down from these books.
If something is too easy to get, people will not respect it.
Arranging the meeting with Captain Logan in the Holy Blood Temple is also a sign of respect.
The feud between the Space Wolves and Magnus the Red runs deep.
Before the Great Rift was opened, the Wolf Pack's home planet Fenris was invaded by Magnus. The entire planet was engulfed in fire and the people of Fenris suffered heavy casualties.
Upon learning that Dante has launched a war against Prospero, Captain Logan arrives with his wolf pack.
With the hissing sound of the mechanical door, an old blood servant walked in, and behind him, a warrior wearing heavy Terminator armor followed closely.
The visitor was none other than Logan, known as the Ancient Wolf, the Father of Wolf Fangs, and the High King of Fenris.
Born into the Ironblood tribe of Fenris.
After nearly two hundred years of fighting, he became the leader of the wild wolves.
Several wolf guards also followed him in.
Their armor was decorated with huge wolf heads and their bodies were draped in thick fur.
"Nice to see you again, Logan," said Dante.
"Me too. I once thought you would die at the hands of the Zerg." Logan responded to Dante's greeting in a rough voice. "Luckily you didn't. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to defeat that damn traitor together."
"The Imperial Regent saved me at the last moment." Dante made a gesture to the mechanical priest waiting on the side. The humming sound of the machinery sounded, and a huge holographic projection lit up in the room.
"He brought new technology and warships, allowing the Blood Angels to complete their transformation and be reborn. I learned something about the Battle of Fenris. I'm sorry that the Sons of Blood were unable to face it with you."
"The wolves will take revenge." Logan said calmly: "Magnus will pay the price for invading Fenris. Terra's cage is waiting for him."
"He will." Dante walked over to the projection and dots of light appeared, showing the entire galaxy, then quickly changed and moved until the planet Prospero and the area controlled by Magnus were displayed.
"He controls a star sector and his influence is still expanding. Several Imperial battle groups have tried to stop his madness, but they all failed in the end." Dante briefly introduced Magnus' situation. This information is all public.
"The power of the Red Devil is unimaginable. This traitor is on the same level as our Gene Father. We must not underestimate him, otherwise we will fail." Logan also walked to the side of the projection and examined the empire's troop deployment and the enemy's defense. "We must first bite through their perimeter, just like a pack of wolves besieging a powerful prey. Test, weaken, and then strike a fatal blow."
"This is not an easy task, but we have enough troops to do it. Not long ago, I received information from the Dark Angels that they have resolved the battle on the Far Eastern Frontier and will join our siege of Magnus." Dante's hand slid, and a Dark Angels chapter emblem appeared on the star map, heading towards Prospero from another direction.
"Does this mean we will get support from a Primarch?" Logan's eyes were filled with surprise and a hint of hidden disappointment.
As the empire's technology advanced, various communication facilities were also established.
Today, information exchange in the empire is far more rapid than in the past, so Logan naturally knew about the return of the lion.
The other side fought on the Far Eastern frontier, crushed the growing alien civilization, and quelled many disturbances on the Far Eastern frontier.
The Empire has returned several Primarchs, but their Gene-Father, Russ, has never appeared.
Guilliman sent a message to the Space Wolves, informing them that Russ had appeared during the Battle of Lorelei, so that they no longer needed to go on hunting expeditions.
This news excited the wolves for a time, as they believed that the Father of Genes was about to return.
But up to now, apart from the information given by Guilliman, the Wolves have no news of Russ.
They were very disappointed for a time.
Russ did not want to return to Fenris, perhaps because he was too disappointed in them.
"The Lion is not with the regiment. He is off on another mission with his personal guards." Dante said, "If we can't defeat Magnus, the Imperial Regent will most likely let the Lion take over, so we have to be prepared and try to catch that guy."
Speaking of the Primarch, Dante felt a little lost.
There is at least news about Russ, the genetic father of the Space Wolves, and there is a high possibility that he will return in the future.
Sanguinius was killed in the battle, although the Imperial Regent will try to bring the archangel back.
But this kind of thing is not that simple.
Until now, Dante has not received any news from there.
I don’t know whether it will succeed or fail.
I hope everything goes well. This is the only way Dante can comfort himself.
Afterwards, he continued to engage in military discussions with Logan.
The Space Wolves and Blood Angels, together with the Dark Angels, are a terrifying force that can decide many wars.
In addition, a large part of their subsidiary regiments also responded to their war orders.
The army that came against Magnus was extremely large.
After discussion, Dante and Logan agreed that they should gradually advance from the periphery, bite through the enemy's defense bit by bit, and then have a decisive battle with Magnus on the planet Prospero.
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The megalithic fortress was suspended in the void, with a large number of warships distributed around it.
At this time, this huge imperial force was only one step away from the star field controlled by Magnus.
With the Empire's current speed, it would only take half a day to launch an attack.
After jumping out of the warp, the Dark Angels had an unexpected gain.
A merchant ship that looked almost scrapped appeared in front of them.
Boris led the team to inspect the ship and unexpectedly discovered that the ship was full of psykers or people with the potential to be psykers.
From the confession of the leader, Boris realized that many people with psychic potential were lured to Prospero by Magnus.
That would not be a good thing.
The power that can be mobilized by so many psychics is absolutely beyond anyone's imagination.
There have been several major incidents of psychic out-of-control in the empire.
Each time it caused huge casualties.
The most powerful Alpha-class psychic out-of-control incident paralyzed astropathic communications in dozens of galaxies and killed more than one billion people.
After inspecting the ship, Boris hurriedly tried the men and turned to Azriel to discuss the matter.
With so many psychics gathered in Prospero, if one or two Alpha-level psychic power loss of control occurred, the consequences would be so serious that no one could imagine.
Walking along the dark corridor lit only by candlelight, Boris soon arrived outside Azriel's meditation room.
Ten giants in heavy white robes stood in the shadows, acting as guards for the Grand Master.
Each of them held a two-handed sword, which was held straight in front of them from face to chest.
The sharp blade gleamed in the flickering light.
The candlelight flickered around them, illuminating the horrific scene behind them.
Thousands of skulls are neatly arranged on the walls.
These are the enemies that were defeated by the Dark Angels.
Some of them are humans, but more of them are weird aliens.
The skull of the Tau was also among them.
The race that once attempted to replace humans has completely become a thing of the past.
The guards stared at Boris, their faces all covered by helmets shaped like skulls, decorated with runes and the emblem of the Chapter.
After passing the test using the biological seal, Boris entered the Grand Master's meditation room.
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Azrael knelt at the scrying table.
This is a room with mirrored walls.
Located deep within the Stone Fortress.
Soothing candlelight flickers in the meditation room.
As Grand Master of the Grey Knights, Azrael is also a powerful psyker.
Possesses the ability to peer into the sky.
At this moment, he is doing so.
Every Son of Caliban knows that redemption is not yet truly over.
They are extremely excited about the return of the lions.
But the Dark Angels still face many problems.
Lord Cypher is still out there.
Luther escaped from his cell and has not been able to bring him back to this day.
The gods are still watching the galaxy, and vicious conspiracies are brewing and taking root in unknown corners.
Azrael participated in the campaign to encircle and suppress Magnus not only because of the feud between the Dark Angels and those wizards, but he also learned some traces of Luther from some secret channels.
It is possible that he fled to the Empire controlled by Magnus.
That damn traitor.
The Warp was as chaotic as ever, and Azrael did not gain any useful information from it.
He attempted to wrest information about the traitors from the chaotic currents of the Warp.
Perhaps it was because he was too close to the area controlled by Magnus, he did not get the information he wanted, and could only hear those crazy shouts and screams.
The entire star sector fell into madness, and the light of human souls was so bright that it flickered like stars in the warp space.
Countless demons went crazy because of this. Never before had so many human psychics gathered in one place.
Azrael was heartbroken at what he saw.
With so many psychics, if anything goes wrong, the entire star region may be thrown into the subspace.
After exiting the Warp, Azriel picked up a quill and recorded his experience of this Warp journey on a thick book.
Record those crazy ramblings.
A lot of things are useless.
However, as long as a useful clue can be discovered, it may determine the victory of a battle in the future.
Footsteps sounded from behind him.
Azriel knew who it was without turning around.
No one except Boris would disturb him at this time.
"My lord, we have captured a group of traitors who are trying to go to the area controlled by Magnus." Boris said.
"A bunch of fools." Azriel said, "Did they provide any valuable information?"
"I have interrogated and soul-scanned the priests and members of the Mechanicus. They are just a group of ignorant people who have been bewitched. These people have psychic powers or the potential for psychic powers. They believe that they can have a better life and be more respected in the kingdom of Magnus. So they followed the whispers, gathered together, and obtained ships through some secret channels, trying to cross the ocean of the warp to make a pilgrimage to Magnus."
"According to the existing laws of the empire, they have all been sentenced to mindless punishment. The relevant operations will be carried out soon. My lord, do you have any instructions or opinions?"
Azrael shook his head and had nothing to say.
Betrayal is unforgivable.
"There is something we may have to pay attention to. Psykers continue to gather in Prospero. If their number is too large, I am afraid it will cause an unprecedented catastrophe." Boris said: "They are like a volcano about to erupt. Magnus must have some conspiracy!"
"I agree with you." Azrael also saw those crazy scenes in the warp. "An unusual warp torrent is forming. Magnus must have his own plan to gather so many psykers."
"We can't attack by the rules. That would take too much time. We should abandon the battle outside and directly attack Prospero to crush his sinister plan first, and then find a way to save this star region." Boris said: "The frontal attack of the Blood Angels and Space Wolves will provide cover for our actions."
"Going deep into the enemy's territory alone is not a good strategy." Azriel said, "It's too dangerous."
"Whatever Magnus's plan is, it is most important to stop him first." Boris said, "We only need to harass and conduct orbital bombardment, and not launch a full-scale attack on Prospero. Magnus is far more powerful than us, but his fleet is not as strong as ours. There is more than one way to fight a war."
Azriel was silent for a moment, considering the scene he saw, and finally nodded and agreed to Boris' plan.
With so many psykers gathered on Prospero, Magnus could create a small Eye of Terror, which would shatter the entire galaxy.
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A storm suddenly arose, and patches of distorted energy raged across the barren plain.
The dark purple lightning danced wildly like a snake.
Dark clouds rolled across the sky, and distorted faces appeared above, emitting shrill howls.
Lightning flashed across the rain curtain, revealing many strange outlines against the backdrop of the night rain.
This is a world shrouded in the power of witchcraft.
Colored glass reflecting light is scattered on the surface, and crystals reflecting countless tormented souls grow like plants on the plains and mountains.
Lava flows from those majestic mountains with their razor-sharp rocks and flows down rivers onto the plains.
Groups of blue-skinned creatures roam the plains and live in the crystal forests.
Each creature's face was different, weird, terrifying, like a living nightmare.
There are also some clans that vaguely resemble humans active among them, and the clothes they wear reveal the unique weaving techniques of humans.
Those humans already had multiple eyes, extra arms and wriggling tentacles.
Having two heads is normal, but having one head is more rare.
These guys are extremely cunning, fond of conspiracies and tricks, and are able to unleash all kinds of vicious witchcraft.
This is a world that belongs to the devil.
Only believers of the gods and those who have no life can survive here.
A demon roams the forest, hiding from a more powerful demon.
It has human arms and legs, a bird-like body and wings, and even its mouth is in the shape of a bird's beak.
When he reached a crystal cliff, the demon looked up and saw the magnificent labyrinth that belonged to his master.
Low-level demons like them are not qualified to enter the maze. Only demons who are cunning, despicable enough, and able to tell perfect lies are qualified to enter the maze.
After watching for a while, the demon got bored again.
It looked around, seeing nothing to interest it. Its own kind were fighting each other, as were the humans who believed in their master. They were trying their best to perform, eager to get his attention.
Suddenly, a burst of music was heard.
This is a rare thing.
Are the gods going to continue fighting
That's a good way to kill time.
The demon looked around, trying to find the source of the music.
It flapped its wings and flew towards the sound of the music.
It didn't take much effort to find the source of the music on a rocky mudflat.
A golden crack appeared in the sulfur-filled air.
The music comes from inside.
The demon circled it several times, but its knowledge was not enough to recognize what it was.
It seeks to unleash the witchcraft and magic it has mastered.
The scorching fireball rushed over and dissipated directly in front of the crack without causing any reaction.
The crack slowly widened.
The demon wanted to get closer.
A burning flaming sword stabbed out from inside.
The demon screamed, its body burning, and after a moment, it turned into ashes.
The Cursed Legion, burning with flames, walked out of the cracks. Several living saints who had been clearly recorded in the history of the empire stood in the team, wielding flaming swords and commanding the Cursed to launch an attack.
The war was ignited.
The sound of the cursed invasion resounded throughout the world, and the demons fighting each other had to unite, otherwise they would be destroyed by the cursed.
The war between the Emperor and the Gods has broken out, and no one can escape or stay out of it.
With a wolf howl, a wild wolf as huge as a mountain leaped out from the crack, just like the giant wolf in human mythology that chased the sun and the moon and ended the rule of the gods.
A giant demon flapped its wings and released a series of strange attacks from the crystal rod in its hand.
But the giant wolf bit off its body and threw it away.
The giant wolf rushed into the demons and bit the powerful ones.
The powerful crystal armor was shattered by the fangs.
With a wave of the sharp claws, groups of demons fell down.
The demons tried to gather together and attack the giant wolf.
However, the opponent jumped directly into the void, broke through the space restrictions and left the battlefield.
When the demons let down their guard, he jumped out of the void and continued to attack with his fangs and claws.
After a few times, the demon was defeated.
The Cursed Legion quickly took advantage of the situation and dragged the entire world into the war.
Seeing the results of his battle, the giant wolf leaped into the void and returned to an illusory golden kingdom.
"It looks like it's going well." Ferrus came over and said, "Faced with our full-scale invasion, the Transformers will definitely be dragged into the war and won't have time to take care of Magnus. If everything goes well, Magnus will be doomed this time."
The giant wolf nodded and looked into the distance. The war between the two sides had already begun.
It is not an easy task to catch Magnus, a guy who is good at witchcraft.
The capture of Fulgrim, Perturabo and others would inevitably attract the attention of the gods.
The gods will not let their spoils escape.
As the most cunning among the evil gods, the Lord of Change would definitely notice any bad signs from the Empire and recall Magnus.
It is also possible to directly help Magnus escape during the battle.
If we want to capture Magnus, we must first cut off any possible help he may get.
This is why the Cursed Legion and the Living Saints invaded the Ever-changing Realm.
The gods have called a truce, but they will never be a true ally.
That's what chaos is.
Real cooperation does not exist.
They fight among themselves and fight on their own.
The other gods will not give any help to Tzeentch if it cannot stop the human attack.
It is very likely that the others will challenge it and divide its territory and authority.
"Sanguinius has returned. He will be the main force in capturing Magnus. I don't deny Sanguinius's fighting ability and his wisdom, but as the most knowledgeable among us, Magnus has to guard against his methods. You need to make another trip, Russ. If Magnus wants to use sorcery to escape in the battle, then the task of catching him will fall on your hands." Ferrus looked at the giant wolf and said, "Besides, you should also return to the real universe. Guilliman is about to become the new Lord of Mankind. If he does that, he will inevitably attract some opponents, and we all have to support him. If all the loyal primarchs gather on Terra and attend his coronation ceremony, those guys who want to stir up trouble will surely have no excuse to make trouble."
The giant wolf glanced at Ferrus, nodded its huge head a few times, then jumped up again and disappeared into the void.
Ferrus turned his gaze towards the demon planet where the war was taking place.
It was a great shame that he was beheaded during the landing site massacre.
If it weren't for the fact that the Primarch's essence allowed him to be resurrected in the Warp, he would have really died.
Fulgrim has been captured, but Ferrus still wants to catch the demon that once parasitized Fulgrim's sword and get revenge.
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Gotham City.
"Be a good person when you get out." A fat prison guard stuffed a bag of personal belongings into the hands of James in front of him and pushed him out of the prison door.
The dazzling sunlight instantly made James feel a little uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand and set up a small tent on his forehead to block the glaring sunlight.
James has a very strong body, thick arms and tattoos.
One year and three months, James calculated the time he had been in prison.
He walked to the telephone booth and dialed the number. He made several calls in a row, but no one answered.
It wasn't until I called my neighbor that the call was connected.
A rough male voice came from the other end of the phone.
James asked about his mother.
"She's already dead. You said you could pay the medical bills in two days, but you didn't. The hospital gave up on her treatment and sent her back." The neighbor said, "You're such a bastard. She was calling out your name before she died, but you didn't show up."
"I got busted," James said. "I was given a big job and I thought I could get some money. Everything was going well. If it weren't for that bastard in the armor, I would have been able to get enough money for medical treatment."
"What did you do? You shouldn't do those illegal things. If you were honest, those things wouldn't have happened."
"But I have to get medical expenses. I can't just watch my mother die. I tried to get a mortgage from the bank, but I couldn't get one. Someone asked me to transport a batch of goods and promised to give me $10,000 after the job was done, which was just enough for medical expenses."
"You have become a bad person now. James, you used to be a good person."
"He is indeed a good man. That's why my father was shot and killed, and the murderer has not been found yet. My mother died of illness and there was no money for treatment. My sister relies on taking clients to pay off the bank debt."
The neighbor sighed.
“Only those who keep their inner kindness can go to heaven after death.”
"I would rather go to hell than let my family live well. I don't want to discuss this with you anymore. I hope you can come and pick me up."
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The neighbor was very easy to talk to, and an hour later, he came to pick up James in an old car with faded paint.
James didn't say a word the whole way as he was thinking about his mother.
They live in the slums of Gotham City, which is messy and gang-ridden.
James's house is an old house built in the 1950s or 1960s.
When I got home, everything was empty.
My mother's funeral was organized with the help of neighbors, who sold a lot of things to raise enough money for the funeral.
At night, a gang member found James, who had just been released from prison and owed the gang some money.
For the poor, borrowing money from a bank is something impossible and unachievable.
The only ones who could lend them money were the local gangs.
The interest rate is a bit higher than that of banks, but it is also within a reasonable range.
After all, when gangs are active in the local area, they also care about the people's hearts.
I just got out of prison, where would I get the money to pay off the loan
I can only continue to take jobs and pay people back.
Recently, due to the strong attack of Gotham's hero Batman, many gangs have been destroyed, which has given other gangs an opportunity to expand their territory.
James' job is simple, which is to take up arms, fight and seize territory.
You can get two thousand dollars by participating once, which is a good income.
You have to know that in Gotham City, working for a month might only earn you a few thousand dollars.
Gang fights usually take place at night, and you have to be careful to avoid Batman.
Otherwise both sides will go to jail.
There was a hail of bullets and the enemy's firepower was very strong, including rocket launchers. James and others were quickly dispersed.
James was smarter and ran away when he saw that the situation was not right.
The rival gangs chased them all the way.
James saw an abandoned factory and simply climbed over the wall to go in.
Before he could catch his breath, a huge gun was pointed at his head.
A pair of scarlet eyes lit up in the darkness.
The faint light allowed James to see the outline of a huge metal monster.
The muzzle of the gun in his hand was as thick as a baby's arm.
If he were shot, I'm afraid the whole person would be shattered into pieces.
James wanted to say something, but he heard a gust of wind, his neck hurt, and everything went dark before his eyes.
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An underground auction house in Gotham City.
It is owned by the famous gangster boss Penguin.
Everyone participating in the auction wore a mask.
The auction house is selling a dagger excavated from the tomb of King Bara in Sumer.
"The starting price is fifty thousand dollars. Anyone interested can bid now," said the host.
A slim and sexy woman raised her hand first, "One hundred thousand dollars."
"One hundred thousand and one dollars." Bruce Wayne, wearing a mask, raised his hand.
"The bid starts at $50,000." The host said, "Please don't deliberately disrupt the order of the auction."
The sexy woman wearing a cat mask also turned around, looked at Bruce Wayne who was bidding, and raised her hand again: "Two hundred thousand dollars."
"Two hundred thousand and one dollars." Bruce Wayne continued.
"Stop messing around, bastard." The woman said angrily, "Five hundred thousand dollars."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was amazed.
The dagger is certainly of some value, worth two or three hundred thousand dollars.
Half a million dollars is too much.
It was obvious that the woman was determined to get the dagger.
Bruce Wayne, wearing a mask, raised his lips slightly as he looked at the sexy and hot woman.
Even though he was wearing a mask, he knew the other person's identity.
It was the thief who had sabotaged several of his operations.
He raised his hand. "Two million dollars."
Following his voice, the auction hall suddenly fell silent.
Two million dollars.
Is this crazy
Too much money and nowhere to put it?
"Miss, don't use your savings to challenge my pocket money. You can continue to raise the price." Bruce Wayne said with a smile.
As the richest man in Gotham City, and even the richest man in the world, he has the confidence to say such things.