DC Tyrant

The suicide slum is located in the southern part of the metropolis, where the economy is backward, crime is rampant, guns are rampant, and violence is frequent.

As the name suggests, this place is the area with the most backward economy and the most rampant crime in the metropolis, where people's lives are not easy and there are many gangs of all sizes.

In fact, its real name is not Suicide Slums, but Hobby Bay.

It’s just that this place is too desperate and chaotic. Speaking of this place, I always laugh at myself and say that people who come here are committing suicide slowly, and because only poor people who really have nowhere to go will consider living here. Over time, this place is called Suicide ghetto, the real name is ignored.

Batty stepped into this environment. As soon as he stepped in, his white Martin boots were already stained. He stepped on the small black puddles, and the sewage stained the white uppers. Thousands of debris always flowed into the tip of his nose. The smell is mixed, rancid, the smell of socks that have been worn for hundreds of years, and the smell of feces, which is simply muddy and unpleasant.

But fortunately, Bati can control the sense of smell, otherwise, the Kryptonians would have been sacrificed to the smell of suicide slums as soon as they entered.

Mike followed Batty with a suitcase, and saw that Batty's shoes were stained, he couldn't help but curse viciously in his heart: Dirty, dirty, dirty, so dirty, there is so much shit here, step on it quickly, and quickly fall upstairs A bucket of piss poured over him.

Let me tell you that you are dressed in a white trench coat, you look so handsome, don't you? It's amazing, isn't it? Isn't it amazing that bullets can't go in?

He kept cursing viciously in his heart, he couldn't let go of his 300,000 US dollars, which was used by Bati to keep a woman; you must know that it was a fan that he had worked so hard to get from Thailand and resold it brother Tan, it's not easy to earn money. When you meet Ba Di, you don't even have freedom. There's nowhere to cry.

Batty's color was like a ray of light in the darkness, it was so white that it attracted the attention of the entire suicide slum.

Huddled by the wall in the corner, the stooped old man looked over curiously. His belly was swollen, his face was thin, and he stared at two big eyes. The black and dirty child looked at him strangely. The woman upstairs Clothes were put away on the balcony, and she looked over strangely. Some strong passers-by walked quickly with the look of being prey on their faces.

This is so strange.

Also too clean white.

Shouldn't be someone who goes into a suicide ghetto because it'll stain your clothes.

The tailor-made clothes cost a few thousand dollars at least. The Patriarch of Falcone was willing to spend a lot of money. Everyone can see that the clothes are extraordinary. With that indifferent face, Zall The extraordinary temperament, standing here, is a landscape, which makes people feel strange.

Barty stopped in his tracks.

A group of people chased and beat a sloppy drunkard. The drunkard staggered, covered his head, held a green beer bottle, and kept running in embarrassment, spilling beer, and the beer wafted in the smell.

"Don't hit... don't hit, hey... don't hit, no!"

The drunkard staggered and fell down in front of Bati, tightly curled into a ball.

After a group of people glanced at Batty strangely, under the leadership of a young and strong Caucasian boy, they punched and kicked the drunkard curled up on the ground with their feet, and the mud splashed until he was out of breath. , the leading young man told the others to stop, but he kicked the drunkard hard.

The scream of pain that kicked the drunkard to the point of "woo".

The young man breathed out angrily, inserted his fingers into the drunkard's hair, lifted the drunkard up, and shouted angrily, "Leon, you took my money, where are my goods?"

After the young man finished speaking, he really wanted to beat this drunkard to death. He blamed himself for being blinded by shit. He listened to his temptation and gave him 300 dollars. As a result, the white powder business flourished and became a rich winner.

It never occurred to him that this well-spoken guy actually used his own money to buy wine and drink. After asking again and again and being pushed back, he found out angrily that this drunkard hadn't done anything at all.

He was so angry that he took his brother who made money, and chased and beat the drunkard fiercely.

The alcoholic was beaten black and swollen. Even though a lot of wine in the beer bottle was spilled, he was still reluctant to let go, or it was only by holding the bottle tightly that he felt a sense of existence.

The drunkard suddenly knelt down in front of the young man, hugging the angry young man's thigh with a swollen nose and blue face, and howled pitifully: "Leon, stop beating, I'm going to die if I'm beating, I just accidentally lost my money."

"How dare you lie! If you pay back the money today, you should pay back the goods, or I will beat you to death."

The young man's eyes widened, his anger rose again, and he clenched his other hand into a fist and slammed down on the alcoholic's head. The alcoholic was so dizzy and dizzy that he almost thought he was going to die.

Just when the angry young man was about to punch him again, the alcoholic yelled: "No, Leon, I can introduce you to the International Gang and criminal organizations, you are much better off with them, I have connections, I know them , you know, I've dealt with them before."

Both the international gang and the criminal organization are big gangs in the metropolis. They are not comparable to the small pond here in the suicide slum. If you can get in, it is of course better than here.

But it is often difficult to enter, even if it is entered, it is cannon fodder, and it is easy to die in a firefight.

Leon's heart was moved, his eyes hesitated, and the punch did not go down.

"Don't believe it, Leon, he's just an alcoholic who was broken up by the International Gang and the criminal organization 100 in the metropolis, and came to the suicide ghetto without any effect."

Some young people around said that obviously everyone knew the past history of this alcoholic.

He used to be a gang leader who walked out of the suicide slums, and was beaten to the ground in the big city of the metropolis. He knelt down and begged for alms from other big gangs, and only then did he return to the suicide slums, where he became a decadent alcoholic. .

He had a moment of glory walking out of the suicide ghetto, only to be beaten like a dog and begged for mercy.

Leon's anger rose from his heart again, and he desperately punched and kicked the drunkard, causing the drunkard to howl again and again: "Don't, don't hit, don't hit, I know the family, Hell Angel, I can introduce you, ah... no ..."

The alcoholic vomited blood, curled up again, and was punched and kicked.

From the moment the drunkard spoke, Batty rubbed his right thumb against the palm of his left hand. It looked like he was gently supporting his left hand. In fact, this posture was Batty's habitual action when he was thinking, and it was not easy to show it in the underground research institute. It doesn't matter if you come out.

This is the real world, not that there are only a few protagonists in Meiman, and the supporting actors act out a drama. It always makes people feel that there are only protagonists and supporting actors in the whole world, and the others are just like passers-by.

A real metropolis is not that simple, at least, the intricate relationship of interests, the complexity of a first-tier city in the world, is definitely not simple.

He needs to understand this metropolis, starting from the dark side, regardless of light or darkness, regardless of interests or violence, he will rule.

"Stop, do you want to kill him?" Ba Di rubbed the thumb of his right hand slightly against the palm of his left hand, and glanced at the drunkard curled up on the ground.

Several people stopped around the drunkard who was punching and kicking, and looked at Bati, sweeping from head to feet, and then from feet to head.

From the appearance alone, Bati's appearance is full of nobility. In their eyes, he is rich!

Rich people are not stingy throwing some money to save beggars on the street, especially alcoholics who are in danger. Throwing some money will win others to kneel down in gratitude, enjoy the gratitude of others, and enjoy their superior status of giving .

Leon looked at Bati with his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and guessed the reason why they stopped. He was a little happy in his heart, maybe he could get his money back from this man, he pretended to be puzzled and said: "Why? He Lie us money, he should be killed."

Barty nodded approvingly, then pulled out the Colt Python revolver from Mike's waist, and handed it to Jack.

"With a gun, it's faster."