Reyes was shocked in his heart. If the person in front of him was Akers, then it would not be incomprehensible that Akers could win Bullseye, and it would even be extremely reasonable.
Reyes reminded: "Mr. Akers, pay attention to the contract and transfer the money into Murakami's account as soon as possible today."
Robert smiled and said: "I have my own plan."
Reyes said no more after seeing this.
Robert didn't want to have anything to do with Reyes, and had no intention of riding in the same car as Reyes. He stopped a rough truck and said to the driver: "Queens convenience store." "Okay!"
Robert dug into his trouser pocket and found that his fare was not enough for two hundred federal dollars. He sighed and said, "Just give me a ride to Queen's Square."
The driver nodded: "Okay!"
Can’t you change the words?
Robert let out a breath and looked out the window. The tall buildings in Linli's sight were retreating one after another. The noon sunlight shot down from directly above, passed through the gaps in the leaves of the landscape trees, and projected on the hardened road, forming strange and endless shapes.
Regular graphics.
This kind of scenery did not last long. Rob and the others soon drove onto the highway, and the scenery on both sides was blocked by soundproof walls.
From time to time, places without soundproof walls are mostly high-rise buildings, and most of these buildings have no characteristics. The only characteristic is that they are neat and orderly. Other than that, they can only be mentioned in terms of height.
In fact, if it weren't for the confusion of the name Gotham City, Robert wouldn't have thought he was in Gotham at first.
Gotham, is this really like this?
Every time he thought about this, scenes of Hell's Kitchen, garbage mountains, and homeless people would naturally appear in his memory.
These images all appeal to the same fact, this is Gotham!
Maybe the Gotham in movies and TV shows is not as "single-style" as Robert saw it, and Robert has this understanding.
One side is heaven and the other side is hell.
There are well-dressed demons in heaven, and there are also blind men looking for trouble in hell.
Robert didn't think deeply. He felt psychologically resistant to a city that could only come to the conclusion of "chaos" no matter where he looked.
This should be a kind of habitual thinking, just like when an old lady falls down on the road, her first reaction is not to lend a helping hand, but to quickly move away. Even if there are extra actions, she can at most sigh, "What a miserable fall."
.
Getting him to have other ideas would be no easier than raising his salary by a thousand.
While he was in a state of confusion, Queen's Square was in front of him. After Robert gave him two federal banknotes, he stepped out of the car and stood by the roadside for a long time.
It seems to be less than a week since the last time we had a social gathering, but the feeling of coming here is like half a century has passed.
Queen's Square is now deserted. The only sound is the rushing water of the fountain in the middle. Robert's ears and eyes seem quiet and comfortable. He feels that this may be the quietest place in Gotham City. At this time, this
The place, the moment he came here.
Robert saw the old tree he had just leaned against not long ago. He strolled away and sat down for the first time in a long time.
He seemed to be waiting for something, as if he didn't want to do anything, and wanted to waste the whole afternoon here, even at a not-so-cool moment.
However, some guys still disturbed this beautiful scene.
A stretched luxury car parked near Queen's Square, and a right foot stepped out of the car. The owner of the right foot followed closely behind, exposing his entire body to the sun. He lifted
I looked at the light blocked by the leaves above my head and straightened the collar of my clothes.
Yes, this is Murakami, one of the five fingers of the Hand.
Robert opened his right eye and looked at the old man in front of him.
And Murakami is also observing him.
Robert was the first to speak out to break the concentration: "I think you came here for the 33 million."
"Not only?" Murakami shook his head.
"Are you trying to avenge Xin and the others, and avenge your fellow Hand members?"
"No, speaking of it, I have to thank you very much for their deaths." Murakami took out a katana from his waist.
Robert opened his eyes, and for a moment he didn't want to get up.
Murakami ignored Robert's snub and continued: "The guy who believes in is a beast who betrayed the master. He betrayed me because of Suowanda's huge bribe. Kill him for me."
"Also, Alexandra and Sowanda are not good guys. They have completely broken away from the beast ways of the Hand. They only know how to make money and increase the power of the useless government!"
Robert stood up with difficulty and raised his hand: "You don't need to tell me these things. I have no interest in the beasts, dragon bones, and black sky of the opponent union."
"By the way, do you have a handy long knife? I'm not picky, as long as I can cut people."
Murakami raised his eyebrows: "You can also use a long sword? In this case, if you can kill someone who can trust me, your sword skills are not too bad. Okay, I will fulfill your last request, which is a reward for you dealing with so many traitors for me.
For all your hard work, I’ll give you a decent way to die.”
Robert picked his ears.
"Catch!"
A simple long knife flew out from Murakami's hand. Robert reached out to take it and found that the style of the long knife was extremely ancient. It seemed that it was only powerful. The most speechless thing was that it was still surrounded by a shallow layer of black air.
Energy, if it weren't for Rob who could also use the advanced version of the Black Sky Sword Technique, he might have been tricked by Murakami this time.
Robert took out his sword from its sheath. The blade was printed with complicated patterns and was so gaudy that it made people worry that it would break during hedging.
In order to avoid this embarrassing situation, Robert flicked the blade with his index finger.
Just listen to the sharp cry from the blade.
Robert stood calmly holding the knife and keeping an eye on Murakami.
He wanted to see how Murakami expanded the formula.
A martial arts master should always look at the attack styles of different masters, learn from them, and apply what he has learned.
With this mentality, Robert looked forward to Murakami's performance, but what caught his eye was the "letter" gesture, just like the posture that samurai would make before a duel in countless movies.
Awkward and cliché.
Robert suddenly calmed down and stepped closer.
It’s not like he hasn’t read Murakami’s Heroes Illustrated Book before.
The overall attributes are not too high, especially in terms of endurance. Even if he is not as weak as an ordinary person, he is definitely not as good as Robert.
Therefore, Robert's plan is to launch an offensive instantly and use the advantage of all attributes to reduce his shortcomings in black air internal strength.
Murakami looked at the attacking Robert and raised the corner of his mouth.
The moment he threw the sword to Rob, he attached his black sky energy to the sword.
As long as his mind moves, the black sky energy on the long knife will be like an arrow, rushing into Rob's heart. At such a short distance, Rob will definitely be unable to dodge and die on the spot!
Murakami's eyes narrowed and his thoughts started.
However, he actually couldn't feel the black sky energy of the long knife in Robert's hand!