"Everything you wear doesn't have to be brand-name. It's true to be chic and calm..."
do not move. "
Lynn always supported her hapless media friend and sang outrageous songs.
It wasn't until he entered the orphanage that he finally felt that he had almost given enough punishment. I patted my journalist friend on the head, but he didn’t react at all.
"It's not that I'm fainted...oh, I'm not fainted.
This is so scary. "
Linn had no intention of killing anyone. After all, Gordon warned him~
He threw his media friend, who was already a little straight-eyed, out of the window. When he heard the sound of running at high speed outside, Linn didn't expect that this media friend would still tolerate it.
"Not bad, he has the potential to be a hero!"
Just run away, it's just a matter of convenience.
In contrast, the person in the orphanage deserves more attention. Linn believes that no matter where in Gotham there are evils worthy of trial and obliteration, the orphanage should not be there. Even if there are, they are probably adults.
What crime could a group of kids as young as 10 years old commit that would warrant bringing a truckload of poison gas over and killing them all?
"I can't even do this!"
There are no lights on in the orphanage, but for Lynn, this is not a problem that is difficult to solve.
The soft branches quickly became tough after breaking out of the ground. After piercing the surface of the soil, they quickly damaged the already dilapidated floor of the orphanage. They continued to grow, branch, and branch again...
Linn stood there with his eyes closed, and a "holographic map" of the orphanage gradually appeared in his mind. Soon, he found the person he was looking for.
"Everyone is actually together?"
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"Gotham is a disgusting city!"
"The Wayne family is the culprit of this city's ills!"
"They are capitalists and vampires! They should be hung from street lamps and roasted to death in the sun!"
"And you! You are the tools for their pretentiousness, bah! It's disgusting, it's really disgusting."
In the dining area of the orphanage, rows of low wooden benches were filled with children who were frightened but did not dare to cry.
On the seats in the front row, the staff of the orphanage looked carefully and defensively at the middle-aged man in front of them who was yelling, pointing at the sky and the earth, and jumping around.
His body was covered with strange and inexplicable electronic devices, and he also held a small remote control in his hand that kept flashing a green light.
"Gotham was never ours!"
He is still shouting, giving speeches, lecturing, and promoting his ideas.
Judging from the expressions on the faces of the children and the orphanage staff, his words did not seem to have the magic power to conquer people's hearts.
People feared him rather than identifying with him.
"We want Gotham to feel the pain! We want Gotham to feel the pain. Do you understand!"
After grabbing a staff member's shoulder and spitting and shouting, Xingzi didn't receive the feedback he wanted, so he grabbed the shoulder of the person next to him again.
"Have you never been hurt by this city? We need changes and a chance for everyone to see. Do you understand?"
There was still a dull, evasive look in his eyes.
"Those rich people, officials, those big lawyers...all of them, they are all in the same group, do you understand!"
Shrinking neck, tense muscles. Obviously, this person doesn't understand either.
"you……"
Snapped!
A hand was placed on the back of his hand, and he finally got the response he wanted.
"I understand. My friend, believe me, I understand very well."
Although it seemed a little inappropriate to appear in such a place with a butterfly parted head, since no one raised this matter, it was not a problem.
"You really understand..."
"I understand. I really understand. Come on, sit down and let's talk slowly.
My friend, you are actually right. The biggest cancer in Gotham is the Bruce Wayne of the Wayne family.
Think about it, that playboy’s money just for buying red wine every year is enough to raise a dozen children well, plus drinks, mineral water, peanuts and melon seeds...that’s how much money it is!
What does it mean to be rich and unkind? This is it!
He can't even spend all the money he earns, and he hasn't made any contribution to Gotham. To be honest, he's not as good as that criminal, the Batman with a stuck throat.
By the way, brother, what kind of injustice did you suffer that forced you to come here to do this kind of thing? Why don't you go to those rich people to take revenge? I think it's not these children who have harmed you. "
Lin confided in her heart and quickly "coaxed" the man who was not in a good mental state.
As if pouring beans, she told Linn her story while crying and cursing.
Lynn, who originally wanted to give Batman a funny big melon, turned off the tape recorder in her arms when the man named Andrew was halfway through speaking.
"You mean..."
Linn hesitated a little: "Just because when your factory was acquired by Wayne Group, you were not satisfied with the price... and then what?"
"My eyes! And my eyes!"
Andrew lifted his blindfold, revealing a dark hole underneath, and cried: "They can obviously change my eye, they are so rich..."
Snapped.
Linn covered his head in pain, his voice clear and loud.
"...You fucking Hokage must have seen too much..."
Linn was also quite helpless. He originally thought that this must be a good opportunity to make a subtle suggestion to the old bat. The money in Wayne's hands could be used to exert more powerful power, more powerful than the Batmobile and the space station. strength.
but……
Lin En has always been called a madman, but the person in front of him now seems to be more worthy of this title.
There is no way we can just open our mouths and make a wish...
"Fine."
Since you feel wronged, then go ahead and feel wronged properly from now on.
When Lin En was talking nonsense with this crazy guy just now, he had already used vines to pull all the children out of the house intact. They should all be placed under Gordon's care now.
As for the guy in front of him and the car full of poison gas outside, Linn didn't know how to deal with it for a while.
Get rid of him, it seems to be something like that. It's very disdainful behavior.
If you let him go like this, wouldn't you be pretending to be a big brother while holding on to dozens of lives that almost died? They are purely the same kind of criminals and should be shot for five minutes.
After thinking about it, Linn suddenly came up with a good idea.
Scare him a little, small, shallow, just right.
It won't kill him, and it will make him unforgettable for the rest of his life.
Linn became energetic again at the thought of being able to perform such an operation.
"Dude, have you ever seen...
Real hell? "
