Chapter 43

In an underground warehouse on Metropolitan West.

Luke sat on the sofa, eating ice cream, watching with relish the latest report about Gotham on TV.

Under the sunny sky, countless leaflets fell like snowflakes.

Citizens chasing snowflakes are like children who see snowflakes for the first time.

"It's really beautiful."

Luke sighed heartily, his eyes facing behind him,

"don't pretend, Mr. Sidney. I know you're awake."

"Now that I'm awake, it's time to get down to business."

Luke moved a chair to sit in front of him, looked up and down, and almost laughed. Sidney was not tall, and he was getting older, and his body was gradually developing towards the direction of fat and round. At this time, he was hanging on the cross. It was not the tragedy of the crucifixion, but the illusion of silent comedy for 30 years.

Luke coughed and said in a low voice,

"I've heard that Mr. Sidney is a devout Judaist. I don't mind if I tie you up in this way. Of course, if I think the form is not solemn enough, I can strip your clothes and nail iron nails on your wrists and ankles, but it's too bloody. I don't want to do it myself."

Sidney opened his bloodshot eyes and glared at Luke like a cannibal,

"devil! You're going to hell. "

Luke slurred his head. "That's not right."

"One of the most important tenets of Judaism is that the creator rewards those who obey the law and punishes those who trample the law. Although I am not a Judaist, I have lived 17 years and have never violated this tenet. On the contrary, it is you, Mr. Sidney, who kill, rape, molest girls, oppress the good, smuggle drugs and sell arms..."

One crime after another, Sidney's cheek trembled every time he counted one. At last, he simply closed his eyes and did not listen, smell or ask.

Luke chuckled, with an undisguised mockery on his face,

"if you are such a person, you are a devout believer, and God knows you are such a believer, he will be so angry that his excrement will come out."

"You..."

Sidney's eyes widened and he struggled. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, the chains around his hands and feet did not move. On the contrary, he was so tired that he was out of breath. From last night until now, he was beaten by Batman, then hit by Luke's car, and then hung on the cross for several hours. His body could not stand it for a long time.

"Come on, don't pretend. You don't believe in God. You only believe in money."

"Let's be realistic. How much is your life worth?"

Sidney spat. "Yellow dog, I won't give you a cent."

"Good! Have the guts

Luke squeezed a orchid finger and said with a smile, "I like you like that."

Then he picked up the dagger on the table.

The fine steel dagger reflected a dazzling light under the light. Seeing the blade getting closer and closer to his neck, Sidney could not help roaring,

"what are you doing! Don't come here, go

Luke sighed, "Mr. Sidney, you are the number one or two people in Gotham. Don't let me look down on you if you have some backbone."

"Don't worry, this is my first time to kill people myself. It won't be too bloody. I'll give you a warm and painless way to die. I promise to make you satisfied. Remember to give five stars high praise."

The dagger passed through the air and on Sidney's wrists. The blood flowed down the skin, one drop, two drops, three drops

Blood drops fall in the copper basin, splashing the sound of dada.

Sidney's eyes flashed the color of despair. He wanted to beg for mercy several times, but he went back and bowed his head without saying a word.

Luke wiped off the blood stains on the body of the knife and said faintly,

"the death time of a normal person after cutting his wrist is about an hour. I didn't have so much patience, so I cut your hands, plus the injuries of your shoulder, abdomen and chest, that is to say, you can stick to it for 25 minutes at most."

Luke took out the alarm clock that he had already prepared,

"it's 8:13, 8:30. I'll come over and give you one last chance."

After that, he put down the alarm clock, turned around and left. When he got to the door, he turned back and said,

"by the way, I forgot to tell you one thing. I already know the call you made to your son. I believe Falcone will find them soon. I wish your family a good time in hell."

Luke nodded slightly, closed the iron door in Sidney's desperate eyes, and disappeared.

……

Although Martin Jesse had made all the preparations he could think of, the moment he walked out of the city hall, fear came out uncontrollably

there were too many people!

The whole central square, 140000 square meters of land, is full of people.

It's dark. I can't count it at a glance.

These people get together, not too much noise, not too much noise, a large number of people just stand there, calmly looking ahead.In the past, Martin Jesse was happy to show his speech talent in front of so many people, but today, he felt fear. His eyes were like blood demons running out of hell, trying to swallow him up with blood and flesh.

The assistant reminded him, "Sir, we can't wait any longer."

Martington reacted and went to the microphone with a habitual cough. Just as he was about to open his mouth, an unknown object flew out of the crowd.

The flying object scraped the platform and landed on the steps.

It turned out to be a hamburger wrapped in flyers. Under the dazzling sun, the words covered with cream were particularly dazzling.

A reporter rushed out of the blockade circle and asked in a loud voice,

"Mr. Mayor, is the leaflet true? You are really bribed by Falcone!"

Some people took the lead, and other journalists were not willing to be outdone. They showed their ability as paparazzi and broke away from the interception of the police. More than a dozen microphones were all connected to Martin Jesse,

"Mr. Mayor, on April 8, you were invited to attend the charity dinner at the mossag Hotel, and Falcone was also among them. The next day, you received a bribe of $2.76 million. What is the money How to get to you, central bank? "

"Mr. Mayor, you promoted James Colin, director of Gotham branch, and now he's taking bribes. How do you explain that?"

"Mr. Mayor, please answer my question."

"Mr. Mayor..."

"Mr. Mayor..."

Martin Jesse felt 10000 mosquitoes buzzing in his ears. He couldn't hear what the other side was saying and didn't want to hear it. Seeing that the situation was out of control, he waved to the police to drive them away.

If in the past, the press conference chose to retreat, now it's different. The leaflet exposed all the dark side of Gotham. The police are no longer the embodiment of justice, but a group of bribery worms.

Moths should be killed!