If for the residents of Gotham City's Old Town, Christmas is just a meaningless term, the streets are still desolate and silent, newspapers are flying, and the only thing the family is happy about is the roast chicken on the table.
For people in the Diamond District of Gotham City, Christmas is really like a "Sunday" holiday.
On this day, wealthy businessmen and gentlemen living in the Diamond District will pack up their brand-new suits, get in luxury private cars, and gather in various locations like birds returning to their nests.
Luca Moxon is no exception. As the heir to the Moxon family, he wears a large red tie on his exquisite suit and dress, and his shiny leather shoes are polished. He behaves appropriately in the ancestral home of the family.
Wait early in front of the house.
"That's Luca Moxon." Under the green shade outside the villa, a black car parked on the side of the road, and Akers's face gradually disappeared as the black windshield moved up.
Even if he has never seen a photo of Luca Moxon, this black man can still recognize him at first sight.
"His arrogant face, no matter how well-pretended it is, is the face I wanted to smash the most when I was studying at Gotham University." Akers said coldly.
Billy wiped the Sandhawk pistol with a rag, and looked up at the front of the manor from time to time. He saw black cars arriving one after another, white-haired old men, elite gentlemen, and pretty girls filing in. He shook his head and sighed: "I really can't think of it.
I understand the significance of these guys gathering together. Do they want to share a roast chicken the size of a dinner table?"
"Perhaps this is the case. Something that is not excessive can be much bigger than the roast chicken that is as big as your dining room table." Akers stared at Luca Moxon.
The heir to the Moxon family is worthy of his status. Whenever he meets a family member, he will chat with them elegantly. His polite image makes no one think that he has anything to do with the dark side. p>
Akers' eyes followed Luca Moxon until his figure disappeared at the entrance of the ancestral home, then he turned to look at Billy: "How are you preparing?"
"My weapons are ready, but to be honest, I feel a little sad for your college life now..." Billy has served in the FBI for many years and knows the power of various dangerous people, and Luca
.Moxon gave him the feeling that he was like a chameleon waiting for an opportunity.
The "arrogant", "romantic" and "unscrupulous" images given by outside intelligence are completely inconsistent with his current behavior.
Akers also fell into deep thought. After being silent for a long time, he said calmly: "No matter how Luka Moxon pretends, it can't change the fact that he is an ordinary noble young master. We just need to dig out the information about No. 5 in his hands."
Compound everything, if possible, to pry out information about other collaborators of Vought Company from his mouth."
"Is the Moxon family the only one who reaped the dividends from Compound No. 5? The other nine major families don't have such a broad mind." Akers withdrew his gaze.
The two fell into an atmosphere of silence again. In the car, only the floating smoke rings of cigarettes and the sound of constantly pulling the trigger of the pistol told the silent silence.
However, this dead silence did not last long. The front of Moxon's ancestral home soon became lively again. When the family members who had filed in before appeared again, their faces were even more radiant, as if they had all recovered from this family gathering.
I got a lot of benefits from the meeting.
The star-studded Luca Moxon was the most dazzling among them. He finally broke free from the surrounding family members and stuffed himself into a stretched black luxury car.
"Drive and drive, these old men all talked to me about nonsense before the meeting started. After sharing the benefits of compound No. 5, they actually wanted to get involved in my business."<
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Luca Moxon threw off his red tie and spat: "Farke!"
The driver looked intently, but couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his bald head: "Master, where are you going?"
"Going to the old place in Miller Harbor."
"Yes!"
Luca Moxon crossed his legs, rested them on the back of the seat in front of him, took out a cigar from his pocket, lit it, and started puffing away.
The scenery outside the window did not attract the attention of this aristocratic young master at all. He even felt that taking a look at the rotten cars of those untouchables was an insult to his eyes.
So when he arrived at Miller's Port and passed through the streets filled with stinking mucus, he had no intention of getting out of the car. He even didn't bother to make the necessary cover up and ordered the driver to drive straight to the abandoned place as quickly as possible.
In a remote rest house.
"Damn it! This disgusting fish smell has spread to the car. By the way, every time I come to this damn place, I have to pay for a set of wheels. Is it possible that the Okobot family is so poor that they can't even have a decent car?"
Isn’t there any place?”
The driver didn't dare to answer, so the result was that he was slapped viciously on his bald head by Master Luca several times.
"Park in the open space over there. Yes, that stretch of sand looks much more pleasing to the eye." Luca Moxon stepped out of the car, straightened his somewhat wrinkled collar, and swaggered into the unknown building.
In a dilapidated fisherman's wooden house that has been around for a long time.
"Oh, long time no see, Master Luca." Oswald stood not far from the door, holding the umbrella handle with both hands. The monocle hanging on his right eye reflected the permeating silver light, and in Luca's eyes
In the eyes, Oswald's entire short body looked harmonious and natural in the semi-dark environment.
But the only thing that was inconsistent was that Oswald's voice was as terrifying as the cries of jackdaws in the dark night. Luca Moxon, who knew this character well, felt his scalp numb instantly. He looked around warily: "Oswald
Walder, there is a cooperative relationship between us, I think you need to confirm this again and again."
"It is precisely because of this that you have the opportunity to continue talking to me." Oswald looked at Luca as if he were a fool.
"Sometimes I really don't know whether you are a peacock or a jackdaw. Congratulations to my lovely Master Luca, you are being followed."
The door was knocked open with a bang, and two black figures with backlight slowly walked closer to the two of them. The particles of dust seemed to expand countless times at this moment, slowing down due to the sudden change.<
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The table with missing legs located in the center of the fisherman's rest house kept shaking "clack-clack-clack". When it finally wanted to maintain a delicate balance, it was attacked by uninvited guests.
Luca Moxon sat down on the wooden table. I don’t know if it was due to luck, but the position happened to be at the corner of the table where half of the table legs were missing, thus successfully eliminating other unnecessary sounds in the environment.<
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"Are you...stalkers? Hey, hey, you are not dressed up enough to stalk me!" Luka took out his cigar and wanted to light it with a lighter, but after several failed attempts, he became impatient.
He threw it against the wooden wall.
The silver lighter bounced a few times and rotated to Akers' feet. Billy raised the Sandhawk pistol in his hand and aimed the black hole at Oswald: "I didn't expect that this place is actually here."
The patriarch of the Cobot family can appear."
"Stop talking nonsense and let's do it. Guys with such impolite manners should be chopped into pieces and fed to dogs. They are still the kind of bitches who have been fucked a hundred times!"
"That's cool, let's get started!" The Penguin clapped his hands, and around the cabin, black shadows came quietly one after another.
"It seems we have entered a den of thieves." Akers smiled.
Billy didn't reply, but responded by pulling the trigger.