NovelsAlex Chapter 220 There is a specialization in surgery, that's all
Chapter 220 There is a specialization in surgery, that's all
Chapter 220 There is a specialization in surgery, that's all
Lynn's voice didn't sound like he came to discuss with him, and Cobot was also very sensible, and immediately automatically took the role of "assistant of evil".
In fact, to be able to succeed in Gotham with a handicapped body where there are so many talented people everywhere, Cobot is naturally escorted by his "special skills".
His skill, this ability, is to judge the situation and find the only self-interested place on the edge of the impossible with a nearly perfect angle.
Once he was dived by someone with a gun pointed at his head, and then he used that person to return to Gotham.
Once he was handed over to Falcone by his boss to take the blame, but he became Falcone's subordinate.
Once he discovered the crime scene of the Riddler, and the Riddler was successfully dragged into the water by him, and he became a criminal just like him...
There are many, many such things. Cobot's history of struggle can be seen as two completely disjointed histories of persecution and persecution. Putting it to death and then resuscitating, looking for the only bright means in a desperate situation, pinching these two stories that should not overlap at all, together.
Even in the world of DC, Cobot may be the only person who has such a unique experience.
In other words, Cobot, this humble little penguin, is best at making the impossible possible.
That's what he's capable of.
And that's why Lynn came here to find him.
What Cobot wants is nothing more than a chance to prove himself, to prove that he can be a successful person, to prove that he is no worse than others.Although he is a bit anti-social by nature, he likes to fight hard and take risks, and if he can walk at night, he will never take the right path, but...
Lynn himself is not like this, so don't be so picky~
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"Cobot, do you remember what I told you?"
Lynn didn't talk nonsense and asked directly.
Cobot's brain began to function crazily. Although Lynn and him had only met once, Lynn had a lot of illnesses that day...and talked a lot.
And other than those threatened...
Cobot's eyes flickered.
"Mr. Lynn, you mean to ask me to run for..."
"Correct."
Lynn nodded: "Don't you think those big shots in Gotham are too stupid now? It's useless at all. I said a long time ago that those holly trees can't be planted in the North District, and garbage classification is also nonsense. Taxes Policies are also...
Cobot. "
"what?"
"Do you want it or not?"
Thinking...of course it is thinking, not just thinking!
However, this is not enough to talk about.That requires opportunity, fame, and a lot of money!
"You don't have to worry about money."
Lynn patted him on the shoulder: "I believe you must have saved a lot of money in the past few years."
"But Mr. Lynn that's me..."
"What are you?"
"...I prepared it specially for this one! I worked hard to make money for this day, yes, that's it!"
Children can be taught.
Lynn continued: "Then what we will do next is to help you do other things well.
And, I have something to ask you. "
Lynn lowered his head and looked at Cobot, who also lowered his head and couldn't see clearly from above his eye sockets: "If you sit in that position, I hope that you can be a smart person at some point. In another Sometimes, be a confused person.
At some point, I need you to be law-abiding.At other times, you can do what you want.
do you understand. "
I understand, I understand too much.
This is as clear as a straight talk.
Cobot nodded frantically. He is too good at the skill of observing words and emotions.And camouflage, a memorized skill, is his unique skill.
"So, where shall we begin, Mr. Lynn."
"Well... do you have any enemies?"
"what?"
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factory.
As one of the largest port cities in the world, Gotham is not only very prosperous in the financial industry, but also in maritime transportation, sightseeing, import and export of goods... This type of business is also very prosperous.
The combination of these things has passively been developed by many underground gangs and many unscrupulous businessmen in Gotham to other businesses that do not need to pay taxes.
Such as smuggling, such as smuggling, such as human trafficking.
During the daytime, the largest ports in Gotham are bustling metropolises, with boats coming and going, cars and people flowing, tourists and foreigners almost outnumbering locals, and the shallow waters near the sea are full of well-dressed people Beautiful young people sway their youth, sweat, and other liquids wantonly on boats and yachts.
Gotham at this time is beautiful and charming.
However, at night, when the lights of the main city start to shine, and when the attention of the world is on the feasting and feasting of the big city, it becomes a different scene here.
On the sea, a medium-sized freighter docked at the port. After completing the normal procedures, someone at the bow of the ship who was not on the ship's sea record turned on a special signal light, using an ancient and completely immune to monitoring, and will not leave evidence. in a way that conveys some sort of signal.
The ship then docked in violation of regulations, stopping somewhere marked as an official port.
The staff in uniform came to the front of the port with ease, handed over accurately, collected money, cash...
After that, the ship becomes a ship that "has never been here" and does not exist.
The containers are disembarked first and transported to a dedicated parking spot at the rear of the port.
On the record sheet, these containers also do not exist.
Then, several vans carrying frozen meat drove up.
"Fack, Todd, you shouldn't have called me here at this time. I'm about to win, and you know I can get back my money! Absolutely!"
The strong man who jumped out of the driver's seat was full of displeasure. Although he was driving a van transporting frozen meat, he didn't wear hard-wearing work clothes or denim clothes like other drivers. Instead, he came wearing a leather jacket.
"Yes, yes, you are about to win, and you said so in the previous three cards. Damn it, I shouldn't have lent you the money! Barton, you..."
"Todd, didn't we agree that I will pay you back when my bonus this time comes down. Look, haven't I come here to work?"
Pursing his lips, the man named Todd didn't speak, but checked the car as usual, and then changed the license plate on the car.
"Hey Todd, what's the origin of this shipment?"
"Something like antlers, uh... and a tiger."
"Still alive?!"
"Correct."
"Fack! There are only two of us!"
"So you want to disobey the boss's order, or do you want to share some of the bonus?"
"Hehe, I just complained a few words."
……
The container opened, and the smell of blood made Todd and Barton, who were already wearing masks, retch twice.
"How do those people do things! My God, there is a dead boa constrictor here! Who the hell would pay for such a thing!"
"Heh, how do we know how those rich people do things, just work."
After hearing what his companion said, Barton shook his head helplessly, and while moving those things, he cursed those people who bought things in his heart.
In this container, there are all kinds of living and dead animals. The smallest is just a glass jar containing butterflies, and the largest is a tiger that has been tied up and anesthetized.
Their work today is obviously more tiring than in the past. There are not always such jobs. Todd still prefers to pick up people. They are all alive. Just take a photo with a flashlight, say a few words, and take a gun. With one finger, those people will obediently stand up, walk down, and get into the cold storage car by themselves. It is convenient and at the same time, the bonus for transporting people is also high. It is simply the most perfect job.
How is it like this now... Barton picked up a box from the ground, and when he turned around, he accidentally stepped on something on the ground and almost fell down.
"Damn! What is this... a beetle?! Falk! What kind of eccentricity are those guys!"
Barton was cursing while carrying things, but his companion Todd didn't say a word. At this time in the past, Todd would always echo.
"Todd, tell me, will we be silenced by the top one day?"
Barton smiled and began to talk about the topic Todd cared most about.
In the past, Todd would definitely scold him, and then he would start to talk about his set: those who touch the most core secrets are the most valued people, Barabara~.
But today, Todd actually started to echo him at this time: "That's right. Barton, I think, there will be a day when those who do this will die miserably."
Barton paused when he moved the box, and then scolded: "Todd, damn it, why do you think so, I always take your words as spiritual...spiritual food... anyway, you know what I mean! You shouldn't Said so!"
Todd was in the depths of the container, his voice sounded faint and far away: "I have done everything, are you still afraid of death?"
Barton felt that there was something wrong with Todd today, which made him feel a little... Scary.
"Hey, Todd, if it's because of the gambling money I owed you before, I'll pay you back today when I go back, don't... dude, you're really scary like this, I mean it."
Barton felt that what he said was very serious and sincere. Todd was not a person who liked to joke, but something seemed wrong with him today.
"Ugh……"
A sigh came from the depths of the dark and deep container, and Todd's figure seemed to sit down slowly.
"Barton, there seems to be something else here."
"Other things? Todd, you found something good again! Haha! Your luck is always so good, what is it?"
"It's a person."
Barton stopped running excitedly: "Today... there is no one, Todd, you must have misread it, this is not a trivial matter, should we go out and make a phone call?"
"Barton, you just have to come and see. You also know this person."
Button's movement to leave also stopped.
Those who do their "job" are usually not allowed to have communication equipment on their bodies. If they want to make a phone call, they have to go to the car and call the person above with a specially customized communication equipment.
"I know it too?"
Barton thought of something about the removal of informants in the gang, so he figured out why Todd would suddenly say that.
"Todd, is this an accident or...the work of disposing of the corpse should not be done by us?"
As he said that, Barton adjusted the angle of the cap of the miner's lamp above his head, and continued to walk inside.
Now he really wanted to see who the dead person was, and to see which acquaintance was the informant.
"Hehe, Todd, as long as you're not an informant, I think at least the two of us have nothing to fear. Haha, I forgot, you escaped here by killing the police. You can't be an informant."
Todd didn't answer, just sat there.
"Acquaintance, where are you... Oh, here, huh?"
Barton let out a cry of surprise, because the person lying on the ground was indeed one of them.It can be seen from the clothes.
"Todd, what are you doing sitting so far away, who the hell is this guy?"
"Look for yourself, it's someone you know."
"It's someone I know... Rabinder? Jeroby? It would be good news if Jeroby died, even better if it was Saga!"
Barton chanted the names of his poker friends one by one, regardless of how they were still laughing and laughing at the same table just now.
"Let me see who you are..."
Dead people are nothing to be afraid of. Barton himself killed more than one or two disobedient piggies who wanted to escape.
"He's still wearing a hat and a mask, heh, don't let the delivery guy over there suffocate himself inside, hahahaha!
Look, Todd, he's a sender like us..."
Button's voice stopped abruptly.
The light above his head shone on the face of the corpse lying on the ground, revealing a pale face.
"Well, it's someone you know."
More than knowing.
The dead man lying on the ground was Todd who was talking to him.
"Todd...Todd! This person...how is this person you!"
Barton's legs went limp, and he knelt down on the ground, his face almost lying on the ground, sticking to the dead Todd.
"what--!"
Barton let out a strange cry, and crawled out with hands and feet, but suddenly, his feet were entangled by something, and he was dragged back into the dark space deep in the container.
bang bang~
The miner's lamp above Barton's head fell to the ground and rolled aside, shining a circle of light on the container wall.
Pong!
Dull beating sounds and not-so-clear cracking sounds came from the darkness, a cloud of dark red color splashed in the center of the halo, and slowly slid down along the wall.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and there was a swaying blue light in the darkness from far to near.
The figure stood still, and Lynn, who was holding a blood-stained blue lantern in his hand, looked around calmly, walked outside the container, and took out his phone.
"Cobot, next thing, you know what to do.
After all, you know...
I'm only good at... killing people or something. "
Thais are good at making horror movies!
(End of this chapter)