Chapter 7 Money Power

Under the illumination of four huge searchlights prepared 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 a stern face.

Like Deadshot, Cheshire Cat, and Captain Javelin, they were all mercenaries hired by Chen Tao.

Of course, in their opinion, it was the criminal ventriloquist who hired them, not the famous Batman.

Slipknot is a strong Mexican who is good at using lassoes. The trap that tied Killer Croc into a dumpling was made by him. At this time, he saw Killer Croc tied to the ground, and his mouth corners couldn't help but curl slightly;

And the tattooed man, like his nickname, looks like an ink painting covered with bird shit. Compared to a killer, he is more like a sailor who makes a living on the seaside. As soon as he came, he made a ruthless 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 chaos.

Humiliation.

Angry.

Killer Croc was furious to the extreme.

This rising anger was higher than the gamma rays produced by the explosion of the Orion supernova; this insult that trampled on personality could not be washed away even if all the liquid water on Europa was poured out.

The mystery of the universe, the reversal of the distance between space and time, the reversal of the sun and the moon, the turbulent sea, could not reduce this anger in the slightest!

He couldn't help but roar loudly:

Unforgivable!

This sound is comparable to the wail of Prometheus stealing fire!

Unforgivable!

This sound is 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.

No tricks, all fucking dollars.

Because of the rough action, the green mountain of money collapsed directly, from the car to the ground, like a box of overturned toilet paper.

Killer Croc's voice stopped abruptly like a drake with its neck strangled.

"These money are advance wages, as long as you nod, they will all be yours."

"No...unforgivable..."

With a bang, the ventriloquist opened another van, and another ton of banknotes poured down, and the cold rain of money hit Killer Croc's face randomly.

Killer Croc was so angry that his face turned red.

Don't use these banknotes to insult me ​​again!

He wanted to scold the other party righteously. He, Killer Croc, was a cold-blooded beast, a cruel freak, but not such a casual person!

Is it great to be rich? Is it possible that just because you give me money, I will kowtow to you and worship you?

Pah.

A banknote was stuck in his eyes, blocking his vision.

Unforgivable...forgive...

Forgive...

Forgive--forgive--! ! ! ! !

Killer Croc staggered, and the dizziness of being hit by a huge amount of banknotes made his brain language module directly scrapped in a short time. He took the banknotes and said very seriously:

"Dad!"

Dead Shooter: "?"

Then Killer Croc suddenly remembered that he was a black man, and black people generally don't have a father.

"Ahem, what I mean is."

"I have been wandering for most of my life, but I hate that I have never met a wise boss. If you don't mind, I am willing to..."

"Oh my God, there are at least tens of millions of dollars here!" Captain Javelin jumped directly into the pile of banknotes: "I am going to die!"

"Get out of here!" Killer Croc was furious: "This is my money!"

"Although she is yours, it is me who is holding her in my arms and wantonly robbing her!"

Killer Croc was furious. He was tied up like a dumpling and bounced up with the strength of his waist and abdomen, and then rolled into the pile of banknotes.

"Mine! Mine!"

"..."

Deadshot also felt that he had lost his ability to speak.

Looking at the banknotes under the light, the more he looked, the more dazzled he became.

Unlike Javelin, he is not a person who has never seen money. So the estimation of the amount of money will not be as big as that of Javelin.

Tens of millions?

This is at least 200 million!

Damn! He didn't know that the van driven by Slipknot and Tattoo Man was full of banknotes! I'm afraid the tattooed man and Slipknot don't know either.

For a moment, he just wanted to shoot everyone present and run away with the $200 million!

But fortunately, reason finally took control of his brain. He clearly realized that if someone could pay 200 million to bribe Killer Croc, they could also pay 200 million to buy his head.

He has a daughter, and the monk can run away but the temple cannot. Although the money is good, I am afraid that I can only take it but not spend it.

And most importantly, there are more than two tons of money here. Even if he gets 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 Tattoo Man, which scared him and made him take out his gun.

"Oh! Calm down, brothers.

Deadshot said while secretly guarding against these two unprofessional idiots doing something irrational:

"Ventriloquist, where are you?"

This time he didn't call her employer.

What? Ventriloquist is the employer? I don't believe you.

If a middle-aged bald old white man can easily take out 200 million US dollars, why would he need to deal with the Gotham gang?

For no reason, Deadshot thought of the Batman doll in the ventriloquist's hand and shuddered.

Once 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, I don’t want him anymore…

Deadshot shook his head.

First, let’s rule out Batman, he would never do such a thing.

So…someone who has money and can mobilize gangsters like Ventriloquent…

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?

Forget it, he has no motive, let’s rule him out.

“Ventriloquent, Ventriloquent? Damn you - let the real employer talk to me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb. "

The tattooed man and Slipknot both looked at each other strangely.

Deadshot stared at them closely and slowly backed away.

No matter how dumb Javelin was, he realized that the atmosphere was a little unusual.

He emerged from the pile of banknotes and stood beside Deadshot. Only Killer Croc was still lying on the ground, laughing like a cat that had taken catnip.

Deadshot did not intend to start a fight here. It was not that he was not sure that he could kill everyone present except Killer Croc, but that he was not happy with the feeling of being plotted against.

The person behind the scenes seemed to be sure that he had a family and a career. Dare to act rashly, intend to use him to suppress this group of unruly mercenaries... and if the suppression fails, it is also acceptable to use him to eliminate the unstable factors in the team...

Wait, Death Shooter suddenly realized that the other party even took into account his idea of ​​"not wanting to fight", that is to say, "Death Shooter fails to suppress, kills everyone, and causes the loss of combat power controlled by the mastermind" will not happen at all. This feeling is too strange, why does he know me so well?

As for Killer Croc, if he wants to take the money and run away, this The $200 million bounty would probably immediately become 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 the salary he just received, he will have to stand with his deadly 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 will let the ventriloquist come out to draw cakes, coerce and lure, and the two guys will regain their rationality and will probably put away their greed soon - this is a good balance, but didn't he think about Did he go too far?

At this time, 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 in advance?

Damn, why didn't you bribe me?

The dead shooter bit his back teeth to pieces, and did not reflect on his style of raising the price.

The tense atmosphere disappeared, and the dead shooter lowered his gun and looked at the ventriloquist unhappily.

"So, the real boss, don't you want to show your true face?"

Then he saw the ventriloquist nodded and took out 5 headsets from his back.

Damn, the guy behind the scenes even calculated this, so angry.

Aha, now it has been changed to a contract status!