Marvel: Fusion

Why did the Penguin deal with him? Jude felt a little strange. It seemed that he only had feuds with the Bigfoot Gang and Bob Dylan. As the underground boss of Gotham, the Penguin probably didn’t know himself. Said definitely do not know.

Then he sent someone to kill himself, I am afraid it is still related to the Bigfoot Gang and Bob Dylan. Now that the grievances have been forged, it is necessary to ask the Penguin, otherwise unless he leaves Gotham, he will definitely be punished every day. Assassination.

But it's not so easy to meet a big guy like Penguin. First of all, you don't know where he lives. Their whereabouts have always been kept secret, but if there is any place to find him, the only place is the Bingshan Restaurant.

"Bingshan restaurant, there must be a lot of good wine there."

After dissolving the four corpses and cleaning the ground with a mop, I felt a little thirsty and wanted to drink some wine only to find out that the stock had run out. In desperation, I had to sleep for one night and get better and go to the Penguin tomorrow.

I had nothing to say all night, and I slept until 10 o'clock the next day. Jude got up with a yawn. After searching for a long time, I found a crumpled suit at the bottom of the closet to change into. I wanted to go to the Bingshan restaurant. Wearing jeans or work clothes would only be regarded as Beggars are turned away.

Passing through the streets, Jude slowly approached his destination. As one of the landmark buildings in Gotham City, he can know where it is by simply asking a few people.

While walking, observe this city, this abandoned capital, and this city of crime, known as the city with the highest crime rate in the United States.

The most intuitive impression of this city is the sense of fragmentation. The poor and old neighborhoods of the last century are wrapped in a luxurious city, which creates a strong sense of fragmentation, just like Mumbai, Bangalore, and Rio de Janeiro in the real world.

Most of the wealth created by the city is in the hands of the rich, especially the four major families of Wayne, Elliott, Kane, and Coppert. Most of the rest is in the hands of the elite, and very little goes into the hands of ordinary people .

And DC's father, Batman, is a representative of the Wayne family. Batman's mother, Martha Wayne, was originally named Martha Kane and was a member of the Kane family.

The first generation of Batwoman is Cathy Kane, the second generation of Batwoman is Kate Kane, and the first generation of Batgirl is Betty Kane. It can be said that the Bat family has rounded up the two families of Wayne and Kane.

The Wayne and Kane families are the strongest of the four families. That is to say, almost half of the wealth in Gotham City is concentrated in the hands of Batman. The money he usually spends on purchasing equipment and holding parties goes round and round It will return to your own hands, and the money will become more after circulation, and then return to your own hands, just like a boomerang that will grow bigger, endless and endless.

This is the confidence that Batman can become the big sponsor of Zhenglian, can sit on seven satellites, and can build a space station.

In terms of personal wealth alone, even Tony Stark and Lex Luthor can't match him, not to mention he has the support of the Kane family. In the world of beauty, if you remove a few monarchs and kings, no one can match him. Of course, Uncle Scrooge must also be excluded, this duck is unreasonable.

Many people think that if Batman really wants to change the city, the effect of spending money on him is far better than being a vigilante, but unfortunately the screenwriter will not allow it.

Jude's footsteps were fast, and he arrived at the Bingshan Restaurant after walking for more than half an hour. Along the way, he saw many advertisements for Penguin running for mayor.

"Sir, this is a high-end hotel with a minimum consumption." Looking at Jude's cheap suit, the doorman reminded with disdain.

"What? Have you checked my bank card or credit history, do you know if I have any money?"

"I can't see your bank account, but my eyes don't lie, sir."

Jude laughed, and suddenly said loudly: "This is Mr. Oswald's hotel? A hotel that only judges people by their appearance? This is the so-called gentleman's demeanor? A philanthropist who is about to run for mayor, but he looks down on the poor in his heart? It's blatant discrimination!"

Jude's voice grew louder: "Do you know how many poor people there are in Gotham? Let me tell you,

countless! We are the ones building Gotham, and we have the votes in our hands, and we can decide who owns Gotham. "

Upon discovering the commotion here, many passers-by gathered around to watch. Of course, most of them were low-level people.

Seeing this, Jude raised his arms and shouted, "Whose hands are the ballots in?"

The onlookers were infected and also shouted: "We!"

"Who is the master of Gotham?"

"us!"

"Stop Discrimination!"

"Stop Discrimination!"

The doorman had never seen such a battle before, his disdainful expression turned into panic, and Nuonuo was speechless.

However, his fear did not last long. The manager on duty found that something was wrong and ran out to check.

The two whispered a few words, and after clarifying the situation, the duty manager hurriedly explained that everything was a misunderstanding. The Bingshan restaurant welcomes everyone, and there is no discrimination here, let alone high or low, otherwise they would often distribute charity meals .

Jude laughed: "So can I go in?"

The duty manager hurriedly said: "Of course, Mr. Oswald is a generous philanthropist, he welcomes everyone, please come in, sir."

Jude walked up the steps and was about to step into the revolving door when he suddenly asked, "Wait, you guys won't shoot in the back, so I can't get in or out."

The manager said with a black line: "How is it possible, we are serious businessmen."

"That's good."

As Jude walked into the Bingshan restaurant, he looked at it as he walked. It was indeed magnificent. It would cost hundreds of millions to build such a hotel.

The duty manager called a waiter over and whispered, "Give him whatever he wants, and don't worry about the rest."

Then he ordered other people: "If he has no money, dig out his organs to pay the debt, Bingshan Restaurant never pays on credit."

"Sir, what service do you need?"

"Wine, the best wine, a bottle of everything, I drink a lot."

The waiter complied with the request, and quickly pushed a small cart over, which was full of expensive wines, one bottle of which could be worth a year's salary of an ordinary person.

"A question, is Mr. Oswald there?"

The waiter shook his head: "I don't know, sir."

"Then does he usually come here?"

"That... I don't know, sir."

"Damn it! What the hell do you know?"

"Know nothing, sir."

"roll!"

After merging with his grandfather, Jude's drinking capacity became a bottomless pit. He drank seventeen bottles from morning to evening, but he was only slightly drunk.

The hard work paid off, and finally he waited until the Penguin. This short and fat freak limped in with an umbrella. If you were kind enough to help, you would be guaranteed to sink to the bottom of the river that night.

In the Bingshan restaurant, everyone who saw him paid their respects, but suddenly someone shouted: "Hey, little penguin!"

cold!

Oswald stopped, and the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.