Chapter 741: It's Raining in Cat Getan Again Tonight (Part 1)

The cold rain in Cat Getan at night always makes this modern metropolis look precarious. Every night here is precarious.

In the lush iron jungle, pair after pair of eyes remind people of the beasts in the rainforest. Guns are fangs, and ambition is claws.

In the pitch-black alley, the arc of the high beam light groped forward along the wet wall. The huge headlights of the truck were like ghost eyes with burning flames. The owner of the repair shop covered his eyes with his arms.

"Damn it! Is it that poor guy Vincent?" The dry and thin repair shop owner, covered in machine oil, threw down the wrench in his hand and stood up, his mouth also cursing a series of dirty words. He shouted: "That group of poor people should die in the sewer, don't come to me to beg for food, a group of damn dirty bugs!"

But when the truck drove in front of him, the repair shop owner squinted his eyes. He saw a pale face in the driver's seat. The driver painted red lips, split his mouth, and showed a creepy smile.

The repair shop owner hurriedly retreated a few steps and ran into the house in a panic.

The wrench he had just dropped happened to trip him, making him fall into a dog-eating shit. Even lying on the ground, he tried hard to crawl away from the door, as if a ghost was chasing him.

"Joker truck! That legend is true!

!" The repair shop owner screamed: "There really is a Joker killer driving a truck!

!"

"No... no!

! Don't kill me, I didn't offend you, I don't have any enemies, I still have a wife and children, no!

Don't do this!

"

"Tick, tick, tick..."

A regular sound came. The repair shop owner ran to the back door with a pee-and-poop flow, but just as he approached the back door, the entire repair shop exploded.

All living things in the entire shop could not resist the impact brought by the explosion of a large number of explosives. In an instant, they turned into coke.

The sea of fire swallowed half a street, and in the rainy night, the raging fire burned more and more vigorously. The power of nature could not compare to the terrible destructive desire of humans. Such an absurd scene would only appear in this dark city.

The flames jumped in Batman's eyes, and the firelight illuminated his pitch-black combat suit.

His mask and cloak turned into two completely different colors. The bright part was not bright enough because he came late, but the dark part was not dark enough because behind him now were the lights of ten thousand homes in Cat Getan.

Batman jumped down to chase the murderer of this murder case, the Joker killer who only existed in urban legends.

When his cloak swept past the window of the building, the shadow covered Cobblepot's face, but soon disappeared.

Looking at the mess on the opposite street, Cobblepot lowered his head expressionlessly. He held a bottle of medicine in his hand, unscrewed the bottle cap, took out a pill, and threw it into his mouth.

"Don't we need to do something? Boss?" Another boy who looked older than Cobblepot but was still a teenager stood not far from him. Looking at his dress, he should be a courier specifically for sending letters.

Cobblepot didn't answer his question. He cast his gaze on the hand he had just unscrewed the bottle cap with.

That hand had slender fingers and was thin to the bone, but when it was clenched into a fist, it could show a sense of power.

"Do you know? About a year ago, I couldn't even unscrew this bottle cap. I often felt weak, but this is not strange, because I rarely eat hot food and rarely eat enough."

Speaking of this, Cobblepot laughed dryly twice. His face was very gloomy, so he looked creepy when he laughed.

But his subordinate was used to it and said: "Yes, I am the same. If I wasn't hungry, who would be so thin?"

"No... this is a joke, you should laugh... because a year ago, I couldn't have this bottle. The price of this medicine is enough for me to eat a good meal for a month."

Perhaps it was the common humor of Cat Getan teenagers, the courier boy really laughed and said: "Yes, I almost forgot, how can children in Cat Getan afford this kind of medicine? Mental illness? We will only get mental illness because we are too poor!"

"So, now is it because you are too rich that you have this extra sympathy?" Cobblepot turned his head slightly and looked at the street still on fire outside the window.

In the firelight, a pitch-black figure was putting out the fire.

Batman's cloak was on fire, and he had to roll on the ground to extinguish the flames on his body, but the charred charcoal on the ground stained his expensive armor, making the unique luster of luxury goods weaken.

"If you are as rich as Wei En, then you can have the same sympathy as him, but the problem is, will we be richer than him?" Cobblepot looked at Batman's figure and said: "Just like the guy below, the money he uses to repair his clothes is enough for all the children in the city to eat enough."

"This is why many people in this city don't like Batman." Cobblepot reached out and pressed his fingers on the window glass.

The firelight illuminated his pale fingers into a warm color, but it couldn't make him feel warm, because the flames were too far away, and the light here only had brightness but no heat.

"But in fact, they won't do that. If they had everything Wei En had, they would only be worse than him. This is why this city doesn't need to be saved."

"I think I have enough now." The courier boy sighed and said: "So it doesn't matter whether he is there or not."

"Don't you want to be as rich as Wei En?" Cobblepot asked.

"Of course I want to, everyone wants to, but we all know this is impossible. However, if I were really as rich as him, I wouldn't donate money to others. I want to keep all the money for myself, and I won't give a cent to others."

"Yes, we all think so." Cobblepot replied, but then he looked at Batman again and said: "But this big rich man thinks we are selfish bad guys, and he is a good guy."

"Stop joking!" The courier boy bared his teeth and said: "Don't talk about being as rich as Wei En, even if I could have a hundred dollars now, I would definitely hide it in a place where no one could find it, only I could take it to use, and no one would want to take it away from me!"

"Have you ever had a hundred dollars?" Cobblepot asked.

"Of course not." The courier boy rolled his eyes and said: "I have two younger brothers and a younger sister. They will eat everything within sight. The money I earn is already enough, but it will also be eaten up. Now I don't even have ten cents on me."

"I'll teach you a method that can make you earn a hundred dollars very quickly, do you want to try?" Cobblepot asked again.

"Of course! Boss, tell me quickly, I knew it, listen to you, it must be able to make money, you are the smartest among us!" The courier boy said full of expectation.

"Now, you run down, get some black ash from the pile of burnt wood, wipe it on your face and body, then sit in place crying, and soon, you will see banknotes floating in front of you. That rich old man won't be stingy with this little money." Cobblepot sneered.

But suddenly, the courier boy hesitated. He stood in place and twisted for dozens of seconds without moving. Cobblepot turned to look at him and asked: "Why don't you go?"

"I don't want to beg." The courier boy's face showed a trace of fear. He said: "Only those children who are born disabled or are really too young will do this kind of work. It's too terrible."

"But those 'dads and moms' who abuse children have already been dealt with by me, what are you still afraid of?" Cobblepot asked.

"No, it has nothing to do with that." The courier boy shook his head and said: "If there is no other way, children in Cat Getan will not want to beg."

"Once you kneel on the ground and ask others for money, they will understand that you are a juicy chicken leg."

"They will know that you have reached a dead end. You can't resist any of their actions. As long as you kneel on the side of the road to ask for money, it's like saying to everyone 'I'm easy to bully'."

"That will make you fall into hell." The courier boy's voice began to tremble. He swallowed and continued: "I have seen... seen them being... I can't do that, no one wants to do that. No one in Cat Getan can show weakness, otherwise, we will be swallowed by the devil."

"When we are strong, we are members of the devil. We will beat those weak courier gang children, and even let them eat bullets, but we all know that if we become weak, we will also be beaten, so we must make ourselves fierce. Once you kneel to anyone, you are dead."

The courier boy swallowed again. He was a bit stuttering. Cobblepot said: "What do you want to say? Tell me."

The courier boy showed a somewhat fearful expression. Although he was taller than Cobblepot, he still lowered his head and whispered: "Actually, when you killed those dads and moms who exploited begging children, we all knew they might be finished."

"Because those dads and moms are not just bullying them and abusing them, they are actually protecting them. For the sake of the dads and moms, those people won't go too far, at least they won't kill them, but if there is no leader, even if they are not killed, they will starve to death."

"Now, where are they?" Cobblepot asked.

"I don't know, they are too young, they don't play with us." The courier boy glanced at Cobblepot's expression somewhat fearfully and said: "However, they shouldn't be dead. I didn't see their bodies on the garbage truck or the truck leading out of the city."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, I know."

Cobblepot finally turned his head to look across the street. The fire there was about to go out. Batman's expensive equipment was indeed very powerful, but at this time, it had been worn out.

Cobblepot left the building, walked into an underground passage along a side door of the underground parking lot. There was not a trace of light in the pitch-black underground passage. The courier boy was shaking a bit. He was not afraid of people, but afraid of ghosts.

Through the passage, he came to another underground parking lot, went out from an exit of the underground parking lot, passed through a dark and narrow alley, and then went down into a basement, and then twisted and turned to an abandoned basement.

Because of his profession, the courier boy had a good sense of direction. He said: "This seems to be the bar opened by old Robert? Is it the basement of the bar?"

"That's right, it's here. Do you smell the wine?" Cobblepot looked up at the ceiling, where there was still some rainwater leaking down. He said: "That red-haired old guy doesn't use it anymore because it leaks here."

Just pushed open the basement door, the courier boy saw many children much smaller than him.

Many of these children were probably only six or seven years old, each thin and small, and their skin was rough and dark, which was caused by being exposed to the wind and sun on weekdays and not being able to eat enough.

At this time, they were all wolfing down large pieces of bread. Although they ate very urgently, they were still orderly. The person standing in front distributing bread was a black man, wearing a red jacket, looking about the same age as Cobblepot.

"Oh, Cobblepot, you're here. The bread for today has been distributed. Do you want a piece?" The black man walked over and smiled.

Cobblepot shook his head, looked up at him and said: "Red Truck? Why is it you? Where is Tire?"

"He went to help his mother with work, so it's me today." Red Truck said, looking back at the group of children.

Everyone was burying their heads and eating hard. The whole room only had the sound of wolfing down. This group of children almost didn't make any noise, because they might not even have the strength to speak loudly.

Years of hunger made more than half of the children here severely malnourished. Many people had scars from abuse, some were even disabled, lost fingers and toes, and some even had difficulty walking.

"Alright, you've all finished eating, right? Later, someone will come to see you. Sit down. Now, I'm going to give you names, so that the doctor won't be able to tell who you are later..."

"Those who have names come out first and stand over there. Those who don't have names stand in a row here. Remember the pronunciation I told you. Later, if anyone can't say their name, they won't get bread next time."

After Red Truck finished speaking, all the children were silent and divided into two rows. They didn't make noise or trouble, just lowered their heads and did as they were told.

After a while, the basement door rang "dang dang" twice, and many children started to tremble.

The first to come in was an umbrella, a black umbrella. The tip of the umbrella pushed open the basement door, and rainwater flowed from the tip of the umbrella to the door, and then fell silently to the ground.

Black leather shoes stepped on the wet cement floor, making a "da da" sound. Just when the hearts of all the children were in their throats, what appeared outside the door was a professor wearing a black suit.

He cleared his throat and was about to speak, when suddenly he turned his head and said to the person behind him:

"Why do you have a burnt smell on you? What did you just do? Batman?" ===== CHAPTER 742 =====