Under the illumination of four huge searchlights prepared in advance by the mercenary team, two box trucks drove into the abandoned parking lot.
Slipknot and the tattooed man closed the car door and walked over with stern and grim faces.
Like Death Shooter, Cheshire Cat and Javelin Captain, they are all mercenaries hired by Chen Tao.
Of course, in their view, the person who hired them was a criminal ventriloquist, not the famous Batman.
Slipknot is a strong Mexican who is good at using a lasso. The trap that tied up Killer Croc was created by him. At this moment, when he saw Killer Croc tied to the ground, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl slightly;
The tattooed man, like his nickname, looked like an ink painting covered with bird shit. He was more like a sailor making a living on the seashore than a killer. As soon as he arrived, he made a merciless mockery: "Haha! Our target is a fool!"
With a bang, a puff of white smoke rushed out from Killer Croc's head.
Everyone worked together to drag Killer Croc to the back of two vans. During this time, the tattooed man said a few more dirty words, and then Killer Croc almost bit him on the arm, and there was another round of chaos.
humiliation.
anger.
Killer Croc is furious to the extreme.
The rising rage is louder than the gamma rays produced by the Orion supernova explosion; the insult that tramples on human dignity cannot be washed away even if all the liquid water on Europa is poured out.
Even if one explores the wonders of the universe, reverses the distance of space and time, turns the sun and the moon upside down, and the ocean flows violently, this rage cannot be reduced even a little bit!
He couldn't help but roar loudly:
Unforgivable!
This sound is comparable to the wail of Prometheus stealing fire!
Unforgivable!
The sound was like the roar of Jesus on the cross!
Unforgivable...
With a bang, the ventriloquist opened the back door of the van without any nonsense, and then a ton of banknotes hit Killer Croc's face directly.
There's no tricks involved, it's all US dollars.
Due to the rough action, the green mountain of money collapsed directly, falling from the carriage to the ground like a box of overturned toilet paper.
Killer Croc's voice stopped abruptly like a drake with its neck strangled.
"This money is an advance on your salary. As long as you nod, they will all be yours."
"No... it's unforgivable..."
With a bang, the ventriloquist opened another van, and another ton of banknotes poured out, and the cold rain of money hit Killer Croc's face randomly.
Killer Croc was so angry that his face turned red.
Stop insulting me with these banknotes!
He wanted to scold the other party righteously. He, Killer Croc, was a cold-blooded beast and a cruel freak, but he was not someone who could be treated so casually!
Is it so great to be rich? Is it possible that just because you give me money, I will bow down to you and worship you
Pop.
A banknote was stuck across his eyes, obscuring his vision.
Unforgivable...
Original…
Forgive me!!!!!!!
Killer Croc staggered, the dizziness from having his head hit by a huge amount of money caused his brain's language module to be directly destroyed in a short period of time. He held the money and said very seriously:
"father!"
Death Shooter: “?”
Then Killer Croc suddenly remembered that he was a black man, and black people generally don't have fathers.
"Ahem, what I meant."
"I have been wandering for most of my life, but I deeply regret that I have never met a wise boss. If you don't mind, I would like to..."
"Oh my god, there are at least tens of millions of dollars here!" Captain Javelin jumped directly into the pile of money: "I'm going to die!"
"Get out of here!" Killer Croc was furious: "This is my money!"
"Although she is yours, I am the one who is holding her in my arms and rapes her at will!"
Killer Croc was so furious that he was tied up like a dumpling, but he actually used the strength of his waist and abdomen to bounce up, and then rolled into the pile of banknotes.
"Mine! Mine!"
"… "
Deadshot also felt that he had completely lost the ability to speak.
The more I look at the banknotes under the light, the more dizzy I become.
Unlike Javelin, he was not someone who had never seen money, so his estimation of the amount of money would not be as wrong as Javelin's.
Tens of millions
That’s at least 200 million!
Shit! He had no idea that the van that Slipknot and the Tattooed Man were driving was filled with fucking money! I'm afraid the Tattooed Man and Slipknot didn't know either.
For a moment, he just wanted to shoot everyone there and then run away with the $200 million!
But fortunately, reason finally took control of his brain, and he clearly realized that if someone could pay 200 million to bribe Killer Croc, they could also pay 200 million to buy his own head.
He has a daughter, and the monk can run away but the temple cannot. Money is good, but I am afraid that I may have the life to receive it but not to spend it.
And most importantly, there are more than two tons of money here. Even if he grabs it, he can't take it out of Gotham.
He forced himself to turn his head, and then he met the red eyes of Slipknot and the Tattooed Man, which scared him so much that he pulled out his gun.
"Ouch! Calm down, guys.
Death Shooter was secretly on guard against these two unprofessional idiots doing something irrational, and said:
"Ventriloquist, where are you?"
This time I won’t call the employer.
What? The ventriloquist is the employer? I don't believe you.
If a middle-aged bald white man can casually come up with $200 million, why would he need to join the Gotham gang
For no reason, Deadshot thought of the Batman doll in the ventriloquist's hand and shuddered.
Whenever he thought of the bat figure, he felt a dull pain in his ribs.
The last time he came to Gotham, he had a fight with Batman on the train and broke three ribs afterwards...
I don't want him anymore...
Deadshot shook his head.
First of all, let's rule out Batman, he would never do such a thing.
So... someone who has money and can mobilize gangsters like the ventriloquist...
Is it the Penguin? Or Two-Face? The Riddler? It can't be the Romans, he has fled to Hong Kong - maybe we should expand the suspects a little bit...
Like Bruce Wayne
Never mind, he has no motive, so just rule him out.
"Ventriloquist, ventriloquist? Damn you—let the real employer talk to me."
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb with me."
There was something wrong in the eyes of both the tattooed man and Slipknot.
The Death Shooter stared at them and slowly backed away.
No matter how stupid Javelin was, he realized that the atmosphere was a little unusual.
He crawled out from the pile of banknotes and stood next to Deadshot. Only Killer Croc was still lying on the ground, grinning like a cat that had taken catnip.
Deadshot didn't intend to start a fight here. It wasn't that he wasn't sure he could kill everyone present except Killer Croc, but he was really uncomfortable with the feeling of being plotted against.
The person behind the scenes seemed to be sure that he had a family and a career and would not dare to act rashly, so he planned to use him to suppress these unruly mercenaries... And if the suppression failed, using him to eliminate the unstable factors in the team would also be an acceptable situation...
Wait, Death Shooter suddenly realized that the other party had even calculated his idea of "not wanting to engage in a fight", which meant that the situation of "Death Shooter failing to suppress the enemy and killing everyone, resulting in the loss of combat power controlled by the mastermind" would never happen. This feeling was too strange, why did he know me so well
As for Killer Croc, if he wanted to take the money and run, the $200 million would immediately become a bounty on his head, and the people present would immediately start killing people to share the money.
And if he is willing to accept this job, in order to keep his newly received salary, he will have to stand with his Death Shooter. The two of them will join forces to kill the other three people present, and it will be foolproof.
Then the mastermind behind the scenes would let the ventriloquist come out to make promises, use threats and inducements, and the two guys would regain their senses and probably give up their greed soon - he played the balancing act well, but didn't he ever think about getting out of hand
At this moment, he noticed that the Cheshire Cat quietly walked to their side, forming a horn with him, facing the two guys, Slipknot and Tattooed Man.
Oh! There is a back-up plan.
Has the Cheshire Cat been bribed beforehand
Damn it, why don't you bribe me
The Death Shooter bit his back teeth to pieces, without any remorse for his habit of raising the price.
The tense atmosphere disappeared, the Death Shooter lowered his gun and looked at the Ventriloquist unhappily.
"So, the real boss, don't you want to show your true colors?"
Then he saw the ventriloquist nodded and took out five headsets from behind.
Damn, the guy behind the scenes even took this into account. So angry.