The three of them did not immediately step out of the darkness. Instead, they all lay down at the corner of the tunnel and looked towards the light ahead.
In front of it is a cylindrical underground space, which is relatively spacious, with a lot of wooden scaffolding and some simple lifting tools. It doesn't look like it is repairing sewers, but more like digging a well.
Because there is a huge machine standing in the center of the construction site. It looks like a drilling rig. Its drill bit is very large and goes deep into the ground, forming a very deep vertical hole.
It is powered by more than a dozen steam engines, and the noise from the operation of these things makes this space as noisy as a heavy factory.
The person who asked the question loudly was standing on a wooden platform on the edge of the pit, holding a design drawing in his hand and looking warily at the tunnel in the other direction.
He is not tall, only about 1.7 meters tall, and is slightly thin. He wears a black tuxedo suit as night clothes, has a mustache that is popular among gentlemen of this era, and has a rapier on his waist.
, this is his self-defense weapon.
Of course, because of his genes, he is also handsome. After all, he is an ancestor. The outline of his face is somewhat similar to Bruce's, but his mental state is better and he looks sharp.
But this is normal, because Bruce Wayne is the outlier in the family. He is unlike anyone else in the family.
"Oh? Did you find me? Hahahahaha..."
Familiar yet unfamiliar laughter came from the tunnel on the other side. Upon hearing this sound, the corners of Batman's mouth immediately curved downward, obviously thinking a lot.
However, accompanied by laughter, the person who walked out of the darkness and came to the edge of the construction site was not a clown, but a well-dressed young man with long shawl hair. He looked at the ancestor Wayne on the high platform with a smile.
explain:
"Edmund, I'm just a guest following you to visit. Look what good things you have done. Oh, look, what are you digging for? Ancient Indian tombs filled with treasures, or in Gotham
Oil was found underground? Hehehe..."
After saying this, the young man put his hands on the wooden fence nearby and stood on tiptoe to look into the dark abyss below the drill bit.
There seemed to be something flickering in the darkness below, but it was too deep and too dark to see clearly.
"This is none of your business, Jack! I have nothing to talk about with you or your crime family. Get out of my presence immediately!" Edmund put down the drawing in his hand and took out the gun from his waist with his backhand.
Stab the sword, obviously the relationship between the two of them is very tense, and even requires the use of weapons.
After listening to his request, the young man named Jack reached out and covered his chest, wailing as if he was hurt:
"I just want to be friends with you, why are you doing this to me? You are a businessman, and I am also a businessman. We are both smart, shouldn't we have a common language? Let me play with you and make a lot of money together.
, I can help you and achieve your success..."
"Shut up! You shameless pig!"
The other party put the two people together and said that it obviously angered Edmund. He interrupted the other party with a loud shout, even though this behavior was not gentlemanly at all:
"I am a spice merchant, and you sell opium and black slaves. Do you deserve to be called a merchant if you do this kind of business? You have ruined countless families in the East and Africa. You are a robber, a liar, and a devil! I regard God as
I swear in my name that as long as I am alive, the Wayne family will always be at odds with you and the East India Company behind you!"
"Oh? Hahahaha, are you angry? Hahahaha, why are you so serious?"
Jack touched his face, as if Edmund's saliva had sprayed onto his face from dozens of meters away, but this action was more like smearing it evenly:
"I admit that what you said is correct, but even if we don't do this kind of business, there are still people who do it. This is the nature of human beings, preying on the weak and taking advantage of the same kind. Dear Edmund, why can't you get along with money?
?I have connections all over the world, and you have a super fleet that spans the world. When we make a lot of money together, you will have enough power to change the world..."
He proposed a very sincere deal and seemed to really want to play with Edmund. The deal was even simple.
Opium was purchased from the UK, and black people went to Africa to catch it. There was no need for planting or processing. One person was responsible for local promotion and sales, and the other was responsible for security and ocean transportation, and they all worked together.
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"Don't even think about it, your pestering has also made me feel bored, especially when you continue to harass my family and friends." Edmund jumped down from the high platform, took off his gloves, and threw them towards
The young man said: "Take out your weapons and let's solve this problem."
Seeing this, Deadpool, who was hiding in the darkness not far away, nodded repeatedly. He also extended a thumbs up and whispered to Batman:
"Cool, your ancestor is actually a murderer. The last time I saw a one-on-one duel, I was watching cowboys and revolvers. That was boring. People died too quickly. Cold weapons are better, but I am not
I am very optimistic about weapons like the rapier. The sound it makes when it enters and exits the human body is too astringent, and I'm afraid it won't pass the PG-13 rating."
Diana on the side also had a strange expression. She looked at the bat and said: "So this incident also happened in history? Why do I feel that the man named Jack is a bit like..."
It's a bit like a clown. The guy's smile, voice, and body movements are basically exactly the same as the clown. The difference is that he doesn't have makeup and his hair is not green.
But in this era, the only people wearing purple coats are probably circus leaders.
In response, the Dark Knight just nodded slightly. This incident did happen in history, and it is the same in many parallel worlds.
But this man named Jack is actually nobody. At least according to his own research and investigation, he has no blood connection with the current clown.
So he said in a hoarse voice: "There can be three clowns."
Then it stopped again. The explanation ended there. Whether Diana and Wade could understand it or not was none of his business.
While the three of them were talking, Jack also pulled out his sword with a smile, made a sissy hand gesture like the captain of the same name, raised his orchid fingers and said:
"Oh, fencing? I like it too, so are you willing to play with me? Then come on, if killing me can make you feel relaxed and happy, why not? Haha, although I think that won't be right
What good do you have, it will only make you remember me forever, hahahaha..."
Edmund said no more, he stepped forward with his sword, and the two immediately began a fierce fight.