69novels Chapter 130
Chapter 130
Without any documents entered by the system of this world, without money, without weapons, how to survive in a strange city is a severe test.
Especially when the city is called "Gotham".
Carl slowly exited the abandoned factory building. The environment outside the factory building was similar to what he remembered. The sky was full of haze, and the air was cold and humid. Overlooking the past, there were tall buildings everywhere.
The classical and modern high-tech minimalist styles of the last world are harmoniously intertwined. This city is like an oil painting that is too artistic to be understood by ordinary people. People can only understand its expensive price.
The place where he appeared was indeed very remote. There were ruin-like buildings everywhere outside the factory building, and countless weak heartbeats were hidden inside the building.
The ability of clairvoyance is useless in this city full of crimes. Gotham’s buildings contain a lot of lead elements. Carl had to focus on hearing. The information of the thinking palace quickly determined the nature and timeline of this world.
It is precisely because of this that he decided to stay in Gotham for the time being.
This attire is not suitable for revealing. There is no monitoring equipment near this factory building, probably because it is too desolate and dilapidated. Almost all the people living here are old and weak homeless people.
Probably this place is equivalent to the Gotham dump, Carl thought, there was a short "glory" when he was young, and people who can't get along now will come here and die.
He smelled the faint scent of expensive perfume, and the stench of rotting corpses.
The sewers in Gotham City are very wide and extend in all directions. Over the years, those city governments have launched many government projects in the name of repairing the sewers. Almost all of those projects are used to make money, but the construction team will still dig and build indiscriminately. Year after year, this underground world has covered the entire city underground like a spider web, and the winding roads are as weird as a maze.
Worse than a maze, because a maze still has a thread running from end to end anyway, but Gotham's sewers are a complete tangled mess.
There is no entrance or exit, sometimes it is as wide as a large square, and sometimes it is so small that only a child can pass through, not to mention those strange turns, dead ends that stop abruptly, and various forces hidden in it.
Not even Batman has control over Gotham City's underworld.
Carl knew in his heart that if he wanted to avoid the gaze of Batman in this world, the best choice was to enter Gotham City through the underground entrance, but the sewer near the factory building was full of abandoned corpses, and a large number of scavengers were entrenched in it. Thinking about it, Karl felt like he was about to suffocate.
Going down the sewers is Batman's forte, but Superman?No, Superman is definitely not willing to use the sewers until the real crisis.
So now Carl still has a choice, he can quietly blend into the city without attracting Batman's attention.
Find a cobra.
For some reason, Johnson's eyelids kept twitching today.
He doesn't believe in the superstitious saying that eyelid twitching is related to luck, even if he believes it, what is it if two eyelids twitch together?Good luck and bad luck?He would rather believe that eyelid twitching was the result of his recent lack of rest.
Living in Gotham City, lack of rest time is common.
Few people in this city can really sleep peacefully at night. Everyone is tense, and even in the deepest sleep, they will be awakened by the sound of the door lock being pried open.
Every ordinary resident of Gotham City hides his secrets. To be honest, if the little thief from outside meets the citizens who have been dealing with the mentally ill criminals who escaped from the Arkham Mental Hospital all the year round, it is not guaranteed that they will end up in the end. Who subdues who.
Johnson knew that many outsiders suffered in Gotham City. After all, he opened a tavern outside the most chaotic crime alley in Gotham City.
The atmosphere in Gotham City has been unprecedentedly tense in recent days, because not long ago, the Joker escaped from Arkham again.
He is the criminal emperor of Gotham City, the leader of the mental patients, and a madman who ruled the entire Gotham with his crazy laughter and chaotic thinking-Johnson prefers that he and Batman jointly ruled this world. City, this is also the consensus of most Gotham people.
Everyone knows that the Joker is keen to anger Batman, and Batman will not kill the Joker after being irritated to the extreme.
They fight on rooftops, tumbling, tangling, punching to the flesh, and it's always accompanied by the clown's high-pitched laughter and sweet provocations, and the whole city holds its breath for them, because everyone knows that bats Man hates crime, and Joker hates being disturbed when he's with Batman.
Batman and the Joker are each other's sworn enemies, no question, absolutely.
But only the crazy Gotham can understand their crazy relationship.
Johnson has experienced the tense old Jianghu in the city after the clown escaped many times, and he understands people's fear of this.The Joker hovers over Gotham like a nightmare, and whenever he escapes from Arkham, it almost means that there will be some "good show" against Batman next.
When the atmosphere is tense, taverns are particularly prone to fights, not the kind of fights where arms and legs are usually missing in taverns, but fights that leave a lot of corpses and broken wine bottles that no one pays for if they don't pay attention.
In order to maintain order, of course, the focus is to maintain income, Johnson has been stationed in the tavern for several days, which should be the culprit that made his eyelids twitch wildly.
Anyway, it was almost daylight, and it was time for the taverns to close.
"Get up, get up, you drunks," the burly-armed clerk began to yell and drive the drunk customers out, and if he was really drunk, he searched his wallet and took away all valuables , and then threw him out the door, "It's closed! The boss said, we're closed!"
After watching it for a while, Johnson lost interest in this kind of thing that happens every day.He stood up from behind the counter, picked up a gun and stuck it in his waist, and checked the weapon hidden in his jacket.
Great, all in, then it's time to go home.
Unlike most Gothamites who do similarly dangerous jobs, Johnson's home is in a clean, safe, and tidy neighborhood.
He has no wife, but he has a handsome little boy, left to him by his ex-girlfriend.
The woman said that when she found out that she was pregnant, the baby was too big to be beaten, so she gave it to him as a parting gift for him. When he found the little boy, he was wrapped in pink colored paper, with only one exposed There is also a dark pink bow tied around the head and neck.
It's not that Johnson didn't regret it when he left the little bastard, but the orphanages in Gotham City are not good places. Sending a baby there is no different from sending him to die. Johnson has never been a person who is full of love. All brothers Tan people are not, but they are also their own kind.
When he couldn't see it, Johnson still had the confidence to say that I don't want you to throw it wherever you like. The children have been delivered to the door, and he can only accept this breakup gift as unlucky.
After so many years, I have cultivated a relationship. The little bastard is struggling. Johnson originally sent him to study because he didn’t have time to take care of him during the day. Anyway, the tuition is not expensive. I didn’t expect the little bastard to get good grades and get a scholarship from Wayne’s family. Waiting for the scholarship, the teacher personally came to the door, hoping that the child's "irresponsible parents" would give him more treats.
Johnson took the children and moved to the current community.
He was humming, and he was in a good mood until he opened the door, until he knocked on the door, and a handsome and gentle face appeared behind the door.
"Come in," whispered the owner of the face.
Before that, Johnson thought his speed was fast enough.
Speed is an important reason why he is a fish in water among the big and small forces in Gotham City. When others need a second to draw their guns, aim, and shoot from the concealment, he only needs half a second. When others need half a second He only needs a quarter of a second, and the short time difference has saved him from danger time and time again.
He also thought about what would happen if he met someone faster than him, and the answer was that he would be the one who died at that time.
But he never imagined this. Someone could easily take away his gun, even so fast that he couldn't even react. The coolness of the metal, but the small toy that should have been in his hand was already held by the person who opened the door.
"Please come in." The man repeated again, with a gentle tone, and turned slightly to get out of the way.
Johnson swallowed hard, and walked in the door honestly, while thinking wildly about who this guy was.
This face is completely unfamiliar, not anyone who has already made a name for himself in Gotham City in his memory. Johnson is very sure that the other person is not from Gotham at all. He smells like a foreigner, that kind of... Dry, smooth, relaxing, drowsy breath.
"Daddy?" said his little boy, coming out of the dining room with a bite of toast in hand, "you're back."
Wearing pajamas, clear eyes, no signs of threat or fear.
Not sure what the intruder was up to but thankfully, it looks like he made up a pretty good lie.
"Abbot, hurry up and finish your breakfast before you go to school." Johnson said, watching the stranger who opened the door for him out of the corner of his eye, "I have something to talk to my uncle."
God knows what they can talk about, and I hope Abt doesn't find his body when he comes back.
"Yes." Abt agreed obediently, then turned around and walked back to the restaurant to sit down.
The intruder turned to look at Johnson.
"Abbott is very good, but I think it's too early for him to play with guns at his age." He said, still in that gentle and considerate tone. It's strange that people in Gotham speak in such a tone that it would make one's hair stand on end, He said this, but it really made people feel relaxed. Johnson felt that the chills that stood up because of fear were soothed by these simple words, like a cat that has been patted, "When I knocked on the door, he Try to shoot me like you did."
"And then?" Johnson asked.
The author has something to say: "Death of the Family" warning ahead.