Chapter 44 Low-Profile Batman (Seeking Recommendation Votes)

Beginning in 1843, potato late blight spread across North America and Europe, resulting in a large number of potato harvest failures, triggering a horrific famine. The Netherlands, which was in the second worst situation, had nearly 10,000 deaths, and the Irish, which was in the worst situation, had a death toll of one million. The biggest reason for such a heavy death toll is the British government's perfunctory disaster relief measures.

Irish immigrants to the United States came to the United States after 1843. The Irish immigrants who arrived during this period formed the basis of the Irish immigrant ethnic group in the United States.

As white Catholics, they were different from the Anglo-Saxon Puritans who were the mainstream of American society. When they first arrived in the United States, they suffered rejection, discrimination and insult from the locals. The tragic experience in Ireland and the rejection they received after immigrating made these Irish people quickly unite and develop a dynamic social organization-the Irish gang.

Even now, some Irish communities are still very united. They are connected internally by blood and have extremely tight organizations. If you offend one, you offend the entire community.

After Dave Boyle embezzled gold and goods, he fled back to the Irish community with his men. Even the powerful Jin Bing could not find any means to punish this traitor for a while.

Bullseye's death almost broke his arm.

Dave already knew about Kingpin's bounty on him at the Continental Hotel, which made him even more vigilant. All gunmen patrol in shifts, and there are gunmen on duty 24 hours a day in some dark corners of the villa that may be sneaked into.

At the back door, two gunmen with bulging waists were guarding here. Their bodies were covered with tattoos, and their bulging muscles were about to burst through their cheap suits. They looked at everything around them with vigilant eyes. All of Dave Ybor's men knew how terrifying the assassins from the Continental were. Because their bosses often hire these assassins to eliminate enemies.

In the dim light, a woman suddenly staggered over. She was obviously drunk to the point of confusion. Her feet slipped and she simply lay down on the cold ground and fell asleep.

"Go and see!"

The two gunmen looked at each other and made a decision. Instead of enriching the community, gangs made it poorer. Many daughters from poor families have to sell themselves in order to survive. It is not uncommon for women to come back drunk.

"Just an ordinary sign."

The two of them checked it carefully and wiped it hard.

"Do you want to take it back?"

"Forget it, it would be bad if she was discovered by the hairpin. Besides, she is a member of the community, and it is easy for her to get into trouble if something goes wrong."

They returned to the back door of the villa with some regret and continued to monitor the surrounding situation vigilantly.

I don't know how much time passed, but there was silence all around. Only the sound of snoring could be heard from time to time from the woman lying on the other side of the street.

"It seems that no one will come over, and the killer at the Continental Hotel is nothing more than that."

one of the gunmen said.

Before his words dissipated in the air, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air in the distance, and something was flying at an extremely fast speed.

"Bah!"

A card cut into the shape of a bat was thrust into the throat of a gunman, severing his windpipe and arteries.

The remaining gunman looked dumbfounded and hurriedly tried to pull out the pistol at his waist to warn, but as soon as he touched the handle of the gun, a flying card pierced his throat.

"hiss"

That was the sound made when blood turned into blood mist and spurted out from the wound.

A bat-like figure appeared at the back door, and it was Broly who had transformed into Bruce Wayne. Because he was short on time and had no time to prepare, he just bought a black sheet and then cut a stack of Batarangs out of playing cards.

If you don't have enough financial resources, you can only use your strength to make up for it. In his hands, the soft card was no different from steel, and he could still slit a throat from dozens of meters away.

After taking a look at the woman lying on the street, Broly walked into the villa. Wrapped in a black cloak, he fell to the ground silently, like a ghost.

Before the patrolling gunmen could react, their necks were broken and they died silently in the darkness.

Even if he could only use one-tenth of his strength after the transformation, it would be easy for Broly to kill these amateur gunmen.

Soon, all the patrolling gunmen were turned into corpses on the ground. The villa suddenly became quiet, with only the buzzing of insects.

The gunman upstairs finally felt something was wrong:

"What's going on? Guys below, please report the situation!"

There was no sound, and the courtyard of the villa was as quiet as death.

A card drew an arc in the air and was inserted into his throat.

"hiss"

The gunman covered his neck in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding. He staggered a few steps and fell straight down the stairs. The entire villa suddenly woke up from the darkness, and the lights illuminated the inside and outside.

Finally someone saw the body lying on the ground in the courtyard.

"The devil is the devil is coming!"

These gunmen took advantage of the Greyhound Gang's notoriety to dominate, and when they encountered the real enemy, they immediately fell into panic. Someone picked up the rifle in his hand and fired randomly into the courtyard. Suddenly, there was a loud sound of gunfire. The flying bullets destroyed everything in the courtyard. But not even a shadow of the attacker was seen.

Broly had already used the grappling hook to jump onto the roof of the villa and sneaked into the villa. Soon, the gunshots in the villa became sparse, and a few shrill screams were heard from time to time. After a few minutes, there was only a strange silence in the villa.

The whole community woke up to the sound of gunshots like popping beans. The men took out the guns hidden in their homes and walked on the street, but the battle in the villa ended too quickly and they had no time to support.

At this time, the villa, which was still as bright as day, was as terrifying as hell. No one dared to go in to see what was going on.

A woman mixed in the crowd and retreated away from the villa without leaving a trace.

It was terrible, really terrible. Is this really something a human can do?

Eva Lord could feel her heart beating violently, almost jumping out of her chest. She watched almost the whole process of Broly killing all the gunmen easily.

Throwing a card to kill someone is simply a magical skill. Even the legendary John Wick would not be a match for this monster.

Suddenly she stopped in the crowd, as if falling into an ice cellar.

"No, don't kill me."

Eva Lord immediately showed a delicate and weak look, coupled with her gorgeous appearance, it was really pitiful. But the next moment, her soft body froze, and her rosy skin instantly turned pale.

Her throat was cut.

"Auntie, you shouldn't be here, and you shouldn't put poison needles in your ring."

Broly said, throwing away the poison needle between his fingers.