Lin En's voice didn't sound like she was coming to discuss with him. Cobot was also very sensible and immediately took the initiative into the role of "criminal helper".
In fact, to be able to stand out with a disabled body in a place like Gotham where there are many experts and unique skills, Cobot naturally has his "special skills" to protect him.
His skill and ability is to assess the situation and find the only self-interested place on the edge of the impossible with an almost perfect angle.
He once had someone hold a gun to his head and dive into the water, only to use that person to get back into Gotham.
He was once handed over to Falcone by his boss to take the blame, and he ended up becoming Falcone's subordinate.
He once discovered the Riddler's crime scene, but the Riddler was successfully dragged into the water by him and became a criminal like him...
There are many more things like this. Cobot's history of struggle can be completely separated into two completely non-overlapping histories of persecution and persecution. However, Cobot relied on his own ability and his success every time. Surviving life despite death, looking for the only bright way in a desperate situation, brought together these two stories that should not overlap at all.
Even in the DC world, Cobot may be the only person with such a unique experience.
In other words, what Cobot, this humble little penguin, is best at is making the impossible possible.
That's what he's capable of.
And this is why Lin En came here to find him.
What Cobot wants is nothing more than an opportunity to prove himself, to prove that he can be a successful person, and to prove that he is no worse than others. Although he is naturally a bit anti-social and likes to fight and take risks. If he can walk at night, he will never take the right path, but...
Lin En is also the same kind of person, so don’t be so picky~
…………
"Cobot, do you remember what I told you?"
Linn didn't waste any time and asked directly.
Cobot's brain began to work crazily. Although Lin En and him had only met once, Lin En was very sick that day...and talked a lot.
And apart from the threatening ones...
Cobot's eyes flashed.
"Mr. Linn, you mean, you want me to run for election..."
"right."
Linn nodded: "Don't you think the big shots in Gotham are too stupid now? It's useless at all. I've already said that those holly trees can't be planted in the North District, and garbage classification is nonsense. Taxation The policy is also...
Cobot. "
"ah?"
"Do you want to or not?"
Thinking...of course it is thinking, but it is more than just thinking!
However, this is not something you can just talk about. That requires opportunity, fame, and lots of money!
"You don't have to worry about money."
Linn patted him on the shoulder: "I believe you must have saved a lot of money in the past few years."
"But Mr. Linn, that's me..."
"What is it you?"
"...I specially prepared it for this one! I work hard to make money just for this day, yes, that's it!"
Children can be taught.
Lynn continued: "Then what we have to do next is to help you do other things.
And, I have something to ask you. "
Lynn lowered his head and looked at Cobot from above his eye sockets, who also lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly: "If you sit in that position, I hope that you can be a smart person at some point. In another Sometimes, be a confused person.
At some point, I need you to obey the law. At other times, you can do what you want.
do you understand. "
I understand, I understand very well.
This is as clear as telling the truth.
Cobot nodded wildly, he was very good at observing words and emotions. And the art of disguise is his unique skill.
"So, where should we start, Mr. Lynn."
"Hmm...do you have any enemies?"
"ah?"
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factory.
As one of the largest port cities in the world, Gotham is not only very prosperous in the financial industry, but also in maritime transportation, tourism, commodity import and export... This type of business is also very prosperous.
When these things are combined, Gotham's many underground gangs and many unscrupulous businessmen have passively developed other businesses that do not require taxation.
Such as smuggling, smuggling, and human trafficking.
During the day, Gotham's largest ports are as prosperous as a metropolis, with boats coming and going, cars and people flowing. There are almost more tourists and foreigners buying on behalf of various people than locals. The shallow waters offshore are full of well-dressed people. Beautiful young people are swaying their youth, sweat, and other liquids wantonly on boats and yachts.
Gotham at this time is beautiful and charming.
However, at night, when the lights of the main city begin to shine, and when the world's attention is focused on the feasting and feasting of the big city, it becomes a different scene.
On the sea, a medium-sized cargo ship docked. After completing the normal procedures, someone at the bow of the ship who had no record of the ship's voyage turned on a special signal light, using an ancient method that could not be monitored at all and would not leave any evidence. way to convey a certain signal.
The ship then illegally docked at a place marked as an official port.
The uniformed staff came to the front of the port with ease, handed over accurately, collected money, and cash...
After that, the ship became a ship that "never came" and did not exist.
Containers disembark first and are transported to a dedicated parking spot at the rear of the port.
On the record sheet, these containers also do not exist.
Then, several vans carrying frozen meat drove over.
"Farke, Todd, you shouldn't call me over at this time. I'm obviously going to win soon. You know I can get my money back with this one move! Absolutely!"
The strong man who jumped out of the driver's seat had an unhappy face. Although he was driving a van transporting frozen meat, he was not wearing hard-wearing work clothes or jeans like other drivers. Instead, he was wearing a leather jacket.
"Yes, yes, you are about to win. You said the same in the previous three cards. Damn it, I shouldn't have lent you the money! Barton, you..."
"Todd, didn't we agree that I will pay you back when my bonus comes down? Look, I'm already here to work."
Pursing his lips, the man named Todd said nothing. He just checked the car as usual and then replaced the license plate on the car.
"Hey Todd, where did this shipment come from?"
"It's some antlers and stuff, um...and a tiger."
"Still alive?!"
"right."
"Fake! There are only two of us!"
"So you want to disobey the boss's order, or do you want to share some of the bonus?"
"Haha, I'm just complaining."
…
The container was opened, and the smell of blood that hit their faces made Todd and Barton retching twice even though they had already put on masks.
"What do those people do! Oh my god, why is there a dead python here! Who on earth would spend money to buy such a thing!"
"Oh, how can we understand what those rich people do? We just have to work."
After Barton heard what his companion said, he shook his head helplessly. While moving the things, he cursed the people who bought them in his heart.
This container contained a variety of living and dead animals. The smallest was just a glass jar containing a butterfly, and the largest was a tiger whose hands and feet were tied and anesthetized.
Their work today is obviously more tiring than in the past, and there are not always jobs like this. Todd still prefers that when he comes to pick up people, they are all living people. He just needs to shine a flashlight, say a few words, and grab a gun. With a finger, those people will obediently stand up, walk down, and get into the cold storage truck by themselves. It is convenient and the bonus for transporting people is high. It is simply the most perfect job.
Nothing like this... Barton picked up a box from the ground. When he turned around, he accidentally stepped on something on the ground and almost fell down.
"Damn! What is this... beetle?! Fuck! What kind of quirks do those guys have!"
While Barton was transporting things, he was cursing, but his companion Todd was silent. At this time in the past, Todd would always chime in with a few words.
"Todd, tell me, will we be silenced by the higher ups one day?"
Barton smiled and started talking about the topic that Todd cared about most.
In the past, Todd would have definitely scolded him, and then started telling him what he said: Those who have access to the core secrets are the most important people, blah blah~.
But today, Todd actually started to agree with him at this time: "That's right. Barton, I think whoever does this will definitely die in a very miserable way one day."
Barton paused while moving the boxes, and then cursed: "Todd, damn it, why do you think so? I've always used your words as spiritual...spiritual food...anyway, you know what I mean! You shouldn't That’s what you said!”
Todd was deep inside the container, and his voice sounded distant: "You've done everything, are you still afraid of death?"
Barton felt that something was wrong with Todd today, which made him feel a little... scary.
"Hey, Todd, if it's because of the gambling money I owed you before, I'll have the money to pay you back when I get back today. Don't...man, you're really scary like this, I'm serious."
Barton felt that what he said was quite serious and sincere. Todd was not a person who liked to joke, but something seemed wrong with him today.
"well……"
A sigh came from the deep dark depths of the container, and Todd's figure seemed to slowly sit down.
"Barton, there seems to be something else here."
"Other things? Todd, you found something good again! Haha! Your luck is always so good, what is it?"
"It's a person."
Barton stopped running forward excitedly: "Today... there is no one, Todd. You must have seen it wrong, right? This is not a trivial matter. Should we go out and make a phone call?"
"Barton, you will know when you come and take a look. You also know this person."
Barton's movement to leave also stopped.
Those who do their "job" are usually not allowed to have communication devices with them. If they want to make a call, they can only go to the car and use a specially customized communication device to call the person above.
"I know him too?"
Barton thought about something about purging informants in the gang, and he figured out why Todd suddenly said that.
"Todd, is this an accident or... shouldn't we be responsible for disposing of the body?"
As he spoke, Barton adjusted the angle of the miner's lamp cap on his head and continued walking inside.
He really wanted to see who the dead person was and which acquaintance was the informant.
"Haha, Todd, as long as you are not an informant, I think the two of us at least have nothing to fear. Haha, I forgot, you escaped here after killing the police. You can't be an informant."
Todd didn't reply, just sat there.
"Familiar, where are you...oh here, eh?"
Barton screamed in surprise, because the man lying on the ground was indeed one of theirs. It can be seen from the clothes.
"Todd, why are you sitting so far away? Who is this person?"
"See for yourself, it's someone you know."
"Is it someone I know... Rabinder? Jerobi? If it's Jerobi who dies, that's really good news, but if it's Saga, even better!"
Barton recited the names of his poker buddies one by one, completely ignoring the fact that they were sitting at the same table just now, laughing and joking.
"Let me see who you are..."
The dead are nothing to be afraid of. Barton himself killed the disobedient ones and more than one or two piggies who tried to escape.
“You’re still wearing a hat and a mask, haha, don’t let the delivery guy over there lock you in and suffocate yourself to death, hahahaha!
Todd, you see, he is a gift just like us..."
Barton's voice stopped suddenly.
The light above his head shone on the face of the corpse lying on the ground, illuminating a pale face.
"Well, it's someone you know."
More than just recognition.
The dead man lying on the ground was Todd who was talking to him.
"Todd...Todd! This person...how can this person be you!"
Barton's legs weakened and he knelt on the ground, his face almost lying on the ground, next to the dead Todd.
"ah--!"
Barton screamed strangely and crawled out using his hands and feet. Suddenly, his feet were caught by something and dragged back into the dark space deep inside the container.
Pang Rang~
The miner's lamp above Barton's head fell to the ground and rolled to the side, illuminating a halo of light on the container wall.
Pong!
A dull hitting sound and a not-so-clear cracking sound came from the darkness, and a dark red color splashed in the center of the halo, slowly sliding down the wall.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and in the darkness there was a flickering blue light from far to near.
The figure stood still, Lin En, who was holding a blood-stained cyan lantern in his hand, looked around calmly, walked outside the container, and took out the phone.
“Cobot, you know what to do next.
After all, you know...
I'm only good at...killing people and stuff like that. "
Thais are really good at making horror movies!
(End of chapter)
