Chapter 2334 Gotham Music Festival (Sixty-Six)

Chapter 2327 Gotham Music Festival (Sixty-six)

When the two cars were driving side by side, Peter saw a man wearing yellow and black armor sitting in the driver's seat opposite. He had some impression of him, as if he was Deadpool's cousin or something.

Peter greeted him, and the other party actually responded to him, but the tone was a little helpless.

"Good evening, Spider-boy, tell your companions not to send me messages anymore, I don't need so many greetings!"

The other party's voice sounded much older than Deadpool, and it seemed that there was a big age gap between them. Peter was about to ask, but Deadpool screamed.

"No! Cousin! I need to keep my arms and legs intact so that Disney can make my figurines! I didn't leak your contact information on purpose!"

Peter opened the Spider APP and found that the group had already discussed it. In fact, Deadpool relied on his good relationship with Spider-Man and went to the Spider APP forum to hang out. That day, he posted a photo with Deathstroke and captioned "A journey of killing and slashing dog heads with blood plasma flying all over the sky with my cousin."

There was a business card of Deathstroke on the counter of the bar behind them. Deadpool forgot to encrypt it, so a bunch of Spider-Men decoded Deathstroke's contact information.

The Spider-Men didn't know what Deathstroke did, but they only heard that he was Wade's cousin, so they kept sending greeting text messages to Deathstroke.

They could say they had something serious to do, but in fact, they didn't. Most of the text messages were "Wade's cousin, good morning, I'm Spider-Man, Wade's best friend, come and play another day!"

It happened that these Spider-Men were often caught by Nick to work in the fighting world, and they could send cross-universe emails. For a while, Deathstroke's mailbox was filled with spam, and he couldn't receive the real order emails.

Deathstroke originally planned to launch an information counterattack, but the tens of thousands of emails he sent back to each person with a virtual mailbox were all replied, so that the person who rented the server blocked him overnight.

Deathstroke felt that he needed to teach these chatterboxes a lesson offline, so that they would pay a price for talking too much.

Deathstroke turned the steering wheel, the car did a tailspin, Flash screamed, the car body shook violently from side to side, and Peter's head hit the glass next to him.

"Oh!"

The two slowly stabilized, Peter showed a bitter face and said, "It's not me who provoked him..."

"Deathstroke is really vindictive." Flash said, "Robin in our universe was tormented by him, Batman warned them not to provoke Deathstroke."

Peter covered his forehead and said, "I can't control other Spider-Men, they can only wish for the best."

The Flash accelerated again, and soon he found that there were many cars behind him, with all kinds of people sitting on them, and it seemed that they all came from the fork of the bridge just now, so he turned his head to look over there, and an isolated island stood on the sea, with tall buildings and bright lights on it, planes taking off and landing from time to time, and many helicopters hovering.

"What's that place over there?" The Flash muttered to himself. He didn't point at Peter to answer. After all, Peter wasn't a local either. Who knew Peter actually knew? He said, "Bruce said that's 'Black Island', a special entertainment center built in recent years."

"Special? What's special about it?"

"It's a lawless area, or it can be said to be a high seas area. The world's top killers, gangsters, brokers and other people who walk on the edge of the law gather there. It's their base, order receiving place, intelligence distribution center and money-spending den."

The Flash tutted his lips and said with some emotion, "It's so close to Gotham, aren't you afraid that Batman will go over and wipe them out?"

Peter showed an embarrassed look.

The Flash looked at him with some confusion.

"This island seems to be built by Batman."

The Flash's eyes widened, and he asked puzzledly: "Batman built it? ! ! Why did he build such a place???"

"Probably to make money." Peter turned his head and said: "At first I thought the same as you, but soon he convinced me - unless you can eliminate all the rich people, there must be mercenaries and killers in this world."

"Most of the top killers are very rich. Instead of letting their money flow to other places to continue to breed crime, it is better to give it to Batman for charity and saving people. At least even if there is only one selfless person left in the world, we all think that this person will be Batman, right?"

The Flash was speechless.

He waved his hand and said, "Don't repeat anything about the Batman of this universe anymore. I feel like my brain has been polluted."

Then he thought for a moment and said, "This is too... I mean... um... too weird, no, he actually made money from the killers for charity! He actually made money from the killers! And he used it for charity!... He is worthy of being Batman."

"You should say he is worthy of being Wayne."

"Who else can be the richest man in the world if not him?"

"Who said it's not."

The white can flew over the black island.

When he was testing the new armor, he had actually seen the island, but his attention was attracted by the mysterious ship. Now he looked back and wanted to go to the island to find out.

It can be seen that most of the buildings on this island were built recently, adhering to the consistent light pollution style of Gotham's new buildings, with neon lights and glass curtain walls everywhere. The tallest building has a huge Wayne logo printed on it.

Bai Can stopped in front of the bridge and walked onto the island, but no one objected to the steel armor he was wearing, because most people here were dressed in strange clothes.

The color of Gotham was very dark, which made the neon lights shine brighter. A light rain in the evening made the streets full of water stains, reflecting the phantom street scene, and it was unclear which was the sky and which was the water.

Walking into a narrow street, there were flying drones all over the head, and the big bar sign was still changing colors. Bai Can pushed open the door and the camera turned to him.

Bai Can sneered and snapped his fingers at the camera, and the light went out instantly.

He walked to the bar counter and looked at the situation in the bar calmly. There was a drunkard by the window, but judging from his figure, he was well-trained. The scar on his arm should be left by a bullet, and he must have had a glorious past.

The two people playing billiards were also good players. They seemed to fight in the desert terrain frequently. The bartender who was bored watching next to him was not the kind of pretty boy commonly seen in the bar. Bai Can estimated that he should be stronger than himself.

It seems that this is a tough guy bar. Bai Can snapped his fingers at the bartender who was wiping the glasses in the back. The bartender shook his head at him. Bai Can saw a screen next to him with a menu on it.

The moment Bai Can's eyes focused on the menu, he took a breath of cold air. Is this unit in US dollars? Is it really not Hong Kong dollars?

When he saw that a basic martini cost 300 US dollars, Bai Can knew that this was a completely black shop.

But since he came here, he was wearing such a flashy armor, but he ran away when he saw the menu. If it got out, he would not have to save face. He still wanted to travel in this universe for a while, and he couldn't bear the reputation of being a coward.

Bai Can directly ordered a $600 Negroni. He repeated it in his mind, $600 Negroni, 1996, Gotham East Coast.

The bar sold 10 glasses of wine a day, and the net profit was $5,800. $5,800 in 1996, what kind of desperate virus was it selling?

After finishing the glass of wine with a worry in mind, Bai Can walked out of the bar. The impact of alcohol on him was far less than the price. He wandered into a narrower alley next to him and saw a woman dressed up in fancy clothes soliciting customers upstairs.

You don’t need to see what this is for, but prostitution here doesn’t seem to be a legal business. The woman seems to be very concerned about the camera and has been paying attention to whether there are patrolling drones around.

It is impossible for any Stark to go to prostitutes, after all, it’s not a turn for cover models, but in order to thoroughly investigate the prices here, Bai Can still gestured for prices.

As a result, the woman first gestured a ten, and then gestured a banknote. Bai Can really wanted to curse. People who do flesh trade in such a place dared to offer a price of 1,000 US dollars. Repeat, 1,000 US dollars in 1996.

Bai Can still didn’t believe it. He walked out of the alley and found a bigger bar. To be precise, it might be the largest bar on the island. There is an independent building on the most central street, with a total of three floors and brilliant lights.

The Negroni here is $1,000.

Sitting at the bar, Bai Can has begun to think whether the universe has already experienced a large-scale economic crisis, but if the dollar has been inflated to this extent, it is not scientific that the Third World War has not started now.

When seeing the bottle of ordinary Scotch whisky worth up to $60,000, Bai Can began to think about the possibility that a huge planet full of gold hit the earth, but coincidentally did not affect the operation of the earth, and brought at least a hundred times the gold reserves to the earth.

What's even more outrageous is that someone really bought it.

Bai Can looked around and found that there was no weak player around. Most of them wore various armors and masks. Judging from the weapon configuration, they were not just for show.

He listened carefully and found that the guy sitting next to him who had just opened a bottle of wine worth 30,000 US dollars was saying: "Don't you think the FBI is weird? Killing two ordinary people and sending the task to us, I almost thought all their agents were killed."

"Don't fucking say it, I thought I was wrong when I saw the informant, that person almost wrote I was a cop on his face."

"The price they offered is not low, so this matter is definitely suspicious. Is there anyone who takes this order?"

"I haven't heard of it, but many people want to go and see the excitement. After all, it is a bounty. If it is easy to do, wouldn't it be a good opportunity?"

From these words, Bai Can deduced that these people should be killers and mercenaries. No wonder this group of people makes money easily, and they don't know when they will die. They spend money lavishly. It's not too easy to cheat this group of people.

It sounds like they take orders here, and the expensive drinks are probably also covered by the entrance fee, in order to screen customers.

But Bai Guan couldn't help but wonder, which genius came up with the idea of ​​building an order-taking platform to gather a group of killers here to plunder?

Bei Bat, who had just returned to his office, breathed a sigh of relief. After asking his assistant to hire a complete team of nannies to take care of Aisha, he opened the email of his Doujie beta software and received Schiller's reply.

Browsing the specific details, Bei Bat's eyes gradually widened. After reading for a full half an hour, Bei Bat closed the computer with a snap.

Unable to read any more, Bei Bat felt that a devil named greed was gradually grabbing his heart.

Greed is still exerting force!