Chapter 42

August 9, eight in the morning.

Today is a very special day. Gotham, which has always been shrouded in dark clouds, has seen a rare picture of the rising sun.

The red sun rises and the sun covers the earth.

However, it has nothing to do with the Gotham people. The heavy economic pressure makes them have no time to enjoy the roadside scenery. Everyone is in a hurry, walking on the broad streets like puppets.

At the crossroad, a magazine editor who was reading a newspaper while walking ran into a white-collar woman who was drinking coffee. The editor quickly said he was sorry. Seeing that the white-collar woman had a beautiful face, he wanted to chat up a few words.

at this time, a leaflet fell at his feet.

He picked up the leaflet and looked at it casually. After confirming the contents, he was as stiff as a woodcarving.

Seeing that his face was ill, the white-collar woman said, "are you OK, sir?"

The middle-aged man suddenly regained his mind, pulled out a not ugly smile, put away the leaflets and walked away.

"Your wallet, sir!"

The white-collar woman yelled a few words, but the middle-aged man ignored them. The pace became faster and faster, and soon disappeared in the stream of people.

"What a strange man!"

The white-collar woman shrugged her shoulders to show that she was puzzled. She bent down and picked up the wallet on the ground. A flyer fell from the top and just landed on the wallet.

"What is this?"

The white-collar woman picked up the flyer and looked curiously:

Martin Jesse, mayor of Gotham, March 2001 May 2002 In 2003 Briber: Carmen Falcone;

kirian B. rob, director of Gotham City police, July 1996 Christmas 1996 May 1998 Thanksgiving 2002, briber: Carmen Falcone;

tokui Machar, head of the City Council

Brute Dean, President of the state court

Fisk J. clay, district attorney general

The appearance of familiar and unfamiliar names is not related to speech, achievements and administrative ideas, but to bribery, bribery, robbery, drugs, arms, black money

The white-collar woman covered her mouth and exclaimed: God!

More than a dozen drones flew over Gotham.

The warehouse door opened and leaflets about the dark side of Gotham poured down like rain, covering almost all the streets, big and small.

At the rush hour, there are lots of cars and people on the street.

The appearance of flyers is like pressing the pause button of time. All people, whether drivers or passengers, office workers or vendors, just pick up the flyers on the ground, and the next second will become sculptures.

The noise disappeared and Gotham fell into a strange silence.

At the city hall, just after breakfast, Martin Jesse was about to start his day's work when assistant Hobson rushed in,

"no, Mr. Jesse, something's wrong."

"I've told you many times, don't panic and keep calm."

Martin Jesse methodically tidied up his tie and felt it was not good-looking, so he took a new one from the cupboard full of all kinds of top ties.

As the saying goes, to live in a different place, to nourish one's spirit!

In the past, he was an unknown bank teller. He was afraid of losing his job all day long. Now, he is not the same. He is a politician of both parties. He is the mayor of Gotham and a top figure in the upper class of the United States.

Now that you have become a high-class person, you need to maintain the style you should have. Calmness and calmness are the most basic qualities.

Assistant Hobson opened his mouth, thought about it, and put the leaflet on the table.

"Mr. Jesse, you'd better have a look! There's really something wrong

Martin Jesse picked up the flyer and glanced at it casually. The next second, his ruddy cheek seemed to be drained of blood, and turned pale in an instant.

"How could it be?"

"Where did it come from? Who gave it? Say it quickly."

Martin Jesse couldn't help roaring. His face was blue and white, and he was so ferocious that he wanted to eat people. He was startled when he was dealing with it. He was even busy,

"someone used a drone to send leaflets over the city, and they were all passing them on the street."

"Damn it

Martin Jesse scolded, pulled off his tie and fell to the ground. He walked back and forth in the room, and soon his face was covered with sweat.

"here you are No, call director rob. I'll call myself. "

Martin pointed to the door, "you go, inform each bureau director, let them use the fastest speed to get to the municipal government, 20 minutes I can't see people, the director will not do."

"I see. I'll go now."

The assistant nodded and walked away. Before he got to the door, he was called back,

"and all the major news media, if they can, are called. I want to hold a press conference, and the untrue remarks must be clarified."

After giving the order, Martin Jesse took a sigh of relief, took a look at the flyer, and fear and despair reappeared. He did not dare to wait for a second. He took out his cell phone and called Falcone tremblingly.When he received the call, Falcone already knew about the flyer and told him in a calm tone that he didn't need to panic and everything would be OK.

After several minutes of continuous pacification, Falcone hung up the phone, kicked his foot on the table, and his face was so gloomy that he could drip water.

"And Sidney? Where is he? "

The housekeeper said, "I've sent someone to ask. His family said that Sydney went out to work at night and didn't come back all night. No one knew what he was going to do. The pilot of the private plane provided a clue. At about 11 o'clock last night, Sydney called him to make preparations for takeoff, but he didn't see anyone until morning."

The housekeeper looked up and said in a mosquito like voice, "there are only so many known clues."

“FUCK！”

Falcone roared like a wild animal. "Damn Jew, how dare you betray me."

The housekeeper's body trembled and his head became lower and lower.

When the door opened, Johnny witty strode in,

"uncle, we've sent for the flyers."

Falcone looked at him coldly,

"leaflets are all over Gotham. Tell me, how do I collect them?"

Johnny cold way, "a street to close, who dares not to give, kill them."

Falcone resisted the urge to press him into the pit, raised his hand to the door,

"get out of my way, you don't care about the flyers."

Johnny clenched his fist and left with an ugly face.

Fury came out from the bottom of his heart one after another. Falcone shook his head, staggered and almost fell to the ground,

"master, are you ok?"

Falcone pushed aside the housekeeper and said, "call the owners of the major newspapers. I'll meet them at 8:40 at the mossag hotel."

"I'll arrange it now."

After the housekeeper left, Falcone took out his mobile phone and dialed a number he had never dialed before. After getting the promise from the other party, his gloomy face finally calmed down.

There was a knock on the door, and a skinny white man with a scar on his left face pushed in. He was Edwin Mitch, Falcone's most trusted man and one of the three killers.

"Boss, you're looking for me!"

Falcone kneaded his eyebrows and said in a deep voice,

"to track down the drone, I need to know who is behind me, and send some trustworthy men to control Sidney's family. No one is allowed to hurt them without my orders."

"I see."

Edwin Mitch nodded and turned away.

With a few more orders, Falco's fear finally disappeared. Although the situation was not optimistic, he was still confident that the family's business for decades was not so easy to be destroyed.