If the madmen in Gotham have any merit besides simplicity, it should be trustworthiness and punctuality.
If you say you are going to kill your whole family at midnight, you will definitely do your best to be consistent with your words and deeds.
Today, Harley invited many people to come over for dinner. People who didn't want to come probably didn't want Deathstroke to come to invite them, so within half an hour, all the famous bosses in the past were almost here.
In addition to big brothers like Black Mask, Two-Face, Penguin, etc., there are also Mr. Freeze, Scarecrow, Acolyte, etc. who are Harley's patients.
When these people get together, their mental outlook is different from the Justice League meeting. Apart from lighting cigars and pouring wine, which is polite, they mostly mock the old friends around them in a weird way.
This was like a meeting between enemies. If Deathstroke hadn't stood on the steps of the fountain and stared at them with a giant sword, maybe this place would have turned into a scene of fighting.
Because the big brothers are never alone when they go out, they also have to bring thugs and various underlings with them. When there are more people, some people will inevitably have too much courage and need the fear brought by the death knell to cool them down.
Seeing that the people were almost here, Su Ming looked at the little lunatic sitting in the card bag in the distance, wanting her to confirm the invitation list.
But the woman was holding a large lobster claw in one hand and was happily eating with Poison Ivy. She didn't even notice what Deathstroke was looking at.
Su Ming shook his head speechlessly and motioned to Bobo to come over for dinner as he wanted to discuss the next conditions with the people here.
The orangutan had already felt uncomfortable living in the same room with so many psychopaths. After receiving Deathstroke's approval, he immediately ran to Harley and joined the Lobster Squad.
"Bosses and friends, some of you know me, and some of you may not be familiar with me." Su Ming sat on the edge of the fountain, leaning on his sword and scanning everyone's faces: "But what happens next
It concerns the interests of everyone present, so I hope everyone can listen patiently."
"Huh... Just tell me." Two-Face threw a coin. He didn't know the pros and cons, but the result was obviously that he continued to listen.
Black Mask held his arms and sat on the stool brought by his men, saying nothing, just waiting calmly.
"Please tell me, Deathstroke. Since everyone is here, they will definitely be willing to hear the whole story." The Penguin smiled and rubbed his palms, and the gold rings made a slight sound when they were rubbed.
None of the scattered people had any objections. Basically, they came because of Harley's face, so they all agreed with Penguin's opinion at this time.
"Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I will keep the story short." Su Ming walked down the steps of the fountain with satisfaction, and used the Force to control a large table and food to fly over, landing among several big bosses: "Please sit down, let's sit down together.
Eat, while talking, to put it simply, a new company has arrived in Gotham, and the boss of that company intends to eradicate all chaos in Gotham and implement absolute order."
Does Saint Industries have this idea? It’s hard to say, but they are a company that manufactures military robots. Such low-level robots rely on programs and specifications to perform actions, so the probability of them being lawful is relatively high.
There is no need to say too much. When misleading others, speak less and let them figure it out on their own.
"Saint Industries?" Black Mask obviously knew that he had no intention of eating. He just took out his beautiful golden cigarette case, took out a pure white cigarette and lit it: "Just an outsider? How many of them does he have?"
division?"
"It doesn't matter how many people he has. You may not know what kind of ghost military robots are. If you have money and supplies, you can make them unlimitedly. And if he wants to provide the robots to the Gotham Police Department, I'm afraid you won't be able to see them again.
Come to Batman, because as far as the program is concerned, all of us here except the gorilla are sentenced to death."
Su Ming also lit a cigarette, spread it around the table, and looked seriously at the skeleton-like coffin face of the black mask.
"He wants to kill us? Haha." Two-Face tossed a coin again. After taking a look at the result, he tied his napkin and picked up a knife and fork to cut the appetizer: "Then we will kill him first! But there is still one question.
, Deathstroke, how do we know if this is your scam?”
"Because I don't need to lie to you. If I want to kill you, it only takes three seconds." Su Ming raised three fingers and started eating at the same time: "I called you here today just because I respect Gotham's tradition more.
He wants to deal with you, and he also wants to deal with Batman, and I think this should be a private matter for you Gotham residents."
When Batman was mentioned on this occasion, many people in the thug crowd began to tremble, and even many of the villain retail investors frowned.
But the reasons for their frowns are different.
For example, Mr. Freeze has become friends with Batman, and he doesn't want anything to happen to Bat.
The Scarecrow has always wanted to compare with the Bat to see who is more frightening. Until the end of this game, no one can kill Batman.
This time, all the people who could sit at the same table with Deathstroke were ruthless people, and could be regarded as "highly respected" in Gotham. Several big brothers on the street exchanged glances, and finally nodded, because what Deathstroke said made sense.
Although Batman often causes trouble for everyone, he never kills people. If the bullshit new mayor colludes with his financial backers and replaces the law with a batch of murderous robots, then everyone's life will be difficult.
As the eldest brother, you may not be on the front line, but the younger brother's pension alone is a large part of your annual expenses. No one can ignore this. After all, if you don't give the pension, who will hang out with you?
"I probably understand. You are right. This is a matter for us Gothamites." Black Mask spoke, his voice as if his throat had been burned: "We will investigate first. If it is the same as what you said,
, then everyone here will probably be willing to clean up the new garbage in the city."
"You don't need to bother me. I've asked Batgirl to help me collect information. Now I'll show it to you."
Su Ming reached out and knocked on the table in front of him, and the projection of the strangulation once again showed Barbara's new discovery after returning to the bell tower:
"In addition, I am just a person who delivers information to you. I will not try to prove anything to you. Do you believe it or not? Anyway, even if you die, you will die with Batman, and it has nothing to do with me. I will only take Ha
Leigh and Poison Ivy join the Justice League, and then let Superman avenge Batman."
Barbara probably never expected that the information she had promised to give to the Justice League would appear on the desktop of her old friends.
She was really interested. In just a few minutes after they parted, she found out a lot of information about Saint Industries, including the agreement reached between the company's boss, Dr. Simon Santo, and Mayor Nakano, and the "Government" that had just been announced on the government website.
Official Plan'.
It is just to inform the citizens who have nothing to do that we are going to launch a law enforcement killing machine in the city. We are not soliciting opinions or accepting rebuttal, it is just a simple notice.
After seeing the announcement of the new bill and the projection of the fully armed killing robot, the bosses present had no doubts.
Two-Face stopped throwing coins, Penguin stopped playing with his cane, and Black Mask stopped smoking. They took out their mobile phones at the same time and started calling people, preparing to send the arrogant newcomer directly to the crematorium.
The bosses of Gotham have actually not had a good time in the past six months. Invasion of Barbatos, sinking of the earth, invasion of the Laughing Bat, Year of the Villain, City of Bane, Joker War, heavy snowfall, a series of events that are difficult for anyone.
It's all a heavy burden.
Saint Industries moved to Gotham. It was more like a fat sheep falling into a pack of wolves. Many wolves wanted to eat it alone, but today Deathstroke opened up the matter. Everyone found that this sheep was actually among the wolves.
The group can hold up as much as it can, and it is impossible for anyone to devour it alone.
So it's not impossible for the people of Old Gotham to work together again.
"It seems that you have chosen to believe me? It's a wise move." Su Ming took out a dozen bottles of champagne and asked him to open it and give everyone a glass: "Here's to everyone, to freedom, this is the spirit of Gotham.
, cheers, and dismissal, I hope you all can give our newcomers from Silicon Valley a true Gotham welcome.”