Gotham.
The Dizzy Count, dressed neatly in an English trench coat and holding a walking stick, walked on the streets of the Petit Saint-Prince district.
Although this is not the worst and poorest neighborhood in Gotham, it is still far from being developed and orderly. If it were normal, Count Vertigo would never come to such a rude and vulgar sinking area, but the employer of this mission requires...
Drop—drop—
Count Dizziness paused and looked at the driver who was cursing beside him.
"Fuck you! Are you deaf?"
The angry driver honked the horn again, making a deafening sound. Seeing that the dazed Count did not react at all, he actually pulled out a gun from his pocket and pointed it at the other party.
"Get out of the way, do you want to have dozens of transparent holes on your body?"
This is typical mania. Count Vertigo frowned. He didn't expect that in this city even people with mania could go out on the streets openly and even get a driver's license.
"Fuck you, if you don't get out of my way-"
Buzz buzz buzz—
In an instant, an intangible and invisible wave swept across the other person's brain. The driver lowered his head, and with a puff, an eyeball jumped out of the eye socket and fell to the ground.
Amid the desperate screams and the long whistle sound of his head hitting the horn, the Dizzy Count bowed slightly, performed a standard British etiquette, then turned around and walked towards a dilapidated apartment on the side of the road.
"Let me check the address... Number 52. That's right."
He turned the exposed concrete steps and the peeling red handrails to the door of Room 401 and held out his hand.
Tuk Tuk Tuk—
"Come in."
“Wow!”
Count Vertigo made a somewhat surprised sound as he entered the room.
From the outside, this place looks no different from those ordinary residential apartments near the slums. Even the door looks like it's made of wood. But once you walk inside, you'll immediately find yourself in a completely different world.
Behind the wooden door disguise is a thorough alloy metal airtight door, which can effectively control the air pressure.
The walls, ceilings and floors are all made of metal panels, covered with explosion-proof paint on the outside and anti-corrosion paint on the inside.
This is an absolutely professional-grade explosion-proof room. Even if the building collapses, this room will not be destroyed.
Various weapons were piled up in the corners of the room, including grenades, rocket launchers, and even multiple explosives.
On the other side of the room was a table with three people sitting at it.
Two of them were known to Count Vertigo, the famous Death Shooter, whose shooting ability was as famous as his bad character; the other was the British mercenary Ms. Vic, who had a murder ability that was as deadly as her seductive appearance.
The remaining two unknown ones were two masked men: the younger female one was relatively normal, wearing a smiling cat mask and a long sword at her waist. Count Vertigo guessed that she was another assassin-type mercenary; the other one was a bit weird.
I saw the man sitting in the corner with a welding mask on his face, the kind of transparent, glare-proof welding mask used by welders.
He carried a pair of gas cylinders on his back, held a welding torch, and wore a light grey tights and suspenders, and a pair of long rubber shoes.
From this point of view alone, he is just an ordinary welder.
But what was striking was that he was holding tightly in his left hand the body of a dog.
It was a very ordinary dog, a golden retriever, but only the upper half was left. Someone had used something to cut the dog in half and then took the upper half.
The dog seemed to have died not long ago, and even looked quite fresh. Half of its internal organs were dangling, and the Count Dizzy felt something churning in his stomach just by looking at it.
The man's left hand actually stabbed into the dog from the back, completely ignoring the blood dripping down his arm.
"you… "
"Hello, my name is Dog Welder, nice to meet you, new friend! I just arrived too."
The dog welder spoke... wait, it wasn't the man who spoke, it was the dog who spoke.
It was a real dog talking. The dead dog in the welder's left hand suddenly raised its head, and there was a joyful smile on the dog's face, with its eyes open in death.
"Were you also hired to participate in the mission?"
This strange and terrifying scene really frightened Count Vertigo, but he was not a normal human being, so he quickly regained his noble dignity.
"Yes sir, it's an honor to work with you."
He tried hard not to stare at the dead dog in the other's hand, walked to Ms. Vick's side, and kissed her hand: "Beautiful lady, your appearance is as shining as the stars in the sky."
"Lord Dill, old friend." Ms. Vick was a slim woman with blond hair and blue eyes. She wore an eye mask and a red and gold tights that exposed her upper shoulders and half of her breasts.
"you… "
"That's enough. When will you stop playing your elegant and noble games for a while?"
The Death Shooter, who had been ignored the entire time, knocked on the table in dissatisfaction: "Now that everyone is here, let's listen to what weird tasks our sponsor is going to give us."
He raised his chin towards the Cheshire Cat, and the taciturn masked cat took out a tape recorder from the pile of grenades nearby.
"Oh, dear, am I right, a tape recorder?" said Ms. Vick.
Deadshot ignored her. He pressed a button on the recorder, raised the antenna, and adjusted it for a while. Then he said, "The employer asked us to turn on the radio after everyone has arrived. Be quiet and wait quietly. I think you are all here for the money, and so am I."
So the four of them waited quietly, and soon, amidst the rustling sound, a voice finally came:
"Zizizizi... Can you hear me?"
"Yes, employer."
Deadshot replied: "What do we need to do this time? Are we going to catch the arsonist Firefly, or some other criminal who pops out from the corner, our righteous employer?"
“Neither.”
Deadshot heard his employer's voice become a little hoarse under the influence of the radio. He had checked and found that the recorder was an oversized wireless walkie-talkie. Did this mean that his employer was nearby at this time
"I have assigned you a leader, and you must obey his orders. Especially you, Count Vertigo."
Count Vertigo was somewhat disapproving.
Although he knew that he was not the only one on this mission, he never thought about cooperating with others.
He is a lone ranger, a lone wolf. He and others completed the same mission together this time, just for the sake of money. How can you expect him to listen to other people's orders
Who do you think this leader is, Batman