Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"boom"

Harvey threw the port entry and exit book in his hand in front of the ugly-looking Kevin, and said mockingly, "Tsk tsk, a gift for Mr. Nicholas, huh? 1500 assault rifles, 200W rounds of bullets, can blow up half of the Explosives and grenades from Gotham, and I saw small missiles, Mr. Kevin, is your good friend Nicholas preparing to start a war?"

"you..."

Steve was about to rush forward with anger on his face, but was stopped by Kevin. The boss of the devil gang took a look at Harvey. He took a deep breath and turned around. The enemy's devil gang waved their hands,

"You all go to work, what are you doing standing here?"

This action caused Harvey to raise his brows, but soon, those gangsters with fierce faces left obediently, but the ugly gestures and cursing words when they left still made the few prosecutors who followed Harvey An angry look appeared on the officer's face.

Kevin dispersed the others. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, dialed in front of Harvey, turned on the sound and put it on the table. After a while, a lazy voice came out.

"What's the matter? Kevin."

"Boss, Mr. Harvey, the prosecutor, is now accusing us of smuggling and arms trafficking. He doesn't want to hear my explanation about the "gifts" given to Mr. Nicholas."

Kevin said in a normal tone, the microphone was silent for a few seconds, and then he spoke again,

"Then invite Mr. Harvey and the prosecutors to the bar. I'll wait for them here... Are you listening? Mr. Harvey, come here, and I will give you a reasonable explanation."

Kevin turned off his phone, stood up,

"Please, gentlemen."

Harvey Dent took a deep breath, "Sab Hawk? Director of the Port Authority?"

Kevin looked back at him and said indifferently,

"Don't you want to see him? Come with me."

Five minutes later, at the Old Gun Bar, Harvey and several other prosecutors sat on the chairs of the bar, Kevin sat at the door of the bar, a moment later, Seb came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, waving his hands spade, said to the few who looked at him,

"Uh, sorry, I was preparing breakfast for the children just now, by the way, you are Harvey, the Knight of Light from Gotham, right?"

Harvey looked at the tall guy in front of him, with a height of 190, a strong body, yellow skin, black hair, a voice with a California accent, and those eyes that were always squinting. He wore an apron and looked It was funny, but when he was seen by those eyes, Harvey felt like he was being stared at by a wild animal.

This is not the first time he has seen Sable, but it is definitely the first time he has such a peaceful exchange with Sable. He put his left hand on the chair and said with mild anticipation,

"Mr. Sable, about the smuggled weapons..."

"Wait! Mr. Harvey."

Saibo took off his apron casually, and looked at Harvey with some doubts, "Smuggling? Why didn't I know?"

He looked at Kevin again, "Kevin, have you smuggled recently?"

"No, boss, we never smuggle!"

Kevin responded, and Saibo nodded in satisfaction, "That's good. Smuggling is a bad thing, and it's still illegal. Don't do these bad things."

He turned his head, looked at Harvey, spread his hands,

"Look, we're not smuggling, are we?"

"click"

Harvey clenched his fists, and he looked at Sable with an ugly face, "Are you kidding me? Mr. Sable, the container in the weapon slot says "gift", such a huge number of weapons, you Do you think these two sentences can be mixed up?"

"But that is indeed a 'gift'!"

Saibo walked into the bar, took out a stack of receipts from the drawer, and put it in front of Harvey, "Look, I bought it from the Stark Industries arms dealer in my own name for the workers in the dock area. Self-defense "civilian goods", this is a country where guns are not allowed, and Gotham's law and order is so bad, we need weapons to protect ourselves, my lord prosecutor, do you think there is something wrong with me doing these things?"

Harvey took those receipts, and he flipped through a few pages. They were indeed purchased in the names of different people, and there were even complete invoices and stamps from gun dealers. From this point of view, illegal arms trafficking Obviously not established.

Still feeling humiliated on his IQ, he looked up at Seber, who shrugged and said to the other prosecutors,

"You can go and check every single gun, it's a semi-automatic weapon... We haven't broken a single law in this country... As for the presents, the workers told me they don't need those weapons, it's too violent, but it's gone Bought it and can’t return it, so I treat these little toys as my own and Kevin’s collection, now my friend needs it, I give it to him, I don’t even need him to pay, so is there a problem?”

"But there are 200W rounds of bullets!"

A prosecutor stood up and retorted angrily, "Do you think we are idiots? Mr. Seber, who with a normal IQ would have a collection of 1,500 identical guns?"

Saber glanced at him and said indifferently,

"We like to shoot guns, don't we?"

He looked at Harvey again, "Maybe I did miss part of the business tax, sorry, I'm busy every day, so, Kevin, pay the tax we should pay to the tax bureau now, and don't use these little things in the future Come and bother me, you know?"

After speaking, he shook his head, turned around, put on his apron again, and muttered to himself,

"A bunch of spicy chickens."

"Mr. Sable!"

Harvey stood up, looked at Seber's back, and said loudly, "I now suspect that your "little gift" will affect the stability of the entire Gotham, and I need to temporarily seize those containers!"

"Sorry, you can't detain it."

Saibo shook his hand without looking back, "The container contains official purchases belonging to the Mexican government and several countries in Central Asia. My gift is just a drop-in transfer. If you want to seize the goods purchased by a foreign government, you still need Make a more advanced application, yes, let me put it bluntly, Mr Harvey."

"You can't control this matter!"

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked into the kitchen, leaving a few prosecutors stunned, while Kevin pushed open the door, picked up the walkie-talkie, and glanced at Harvey mockingly,

"Steve, get the ship on Pier 5 to sail, and it's settled."

After finishing speaking, he strode out, leaving Harvey and several others with serious faces behind. A few minutes later, Harvey's cell phone rang, and he connected. Deng's action, double failure and anger caused Harvey to smash the table in front of him. He glanced at the smelly kitchen and gritted his teeth.

"let's go!"

That afternoon, at a secret location in Gotham West, 11 gang bosses gathered here, like a banquet, with delicious food and drinks in front of them, surrounded by their closest brothers, Outside the house, there is a completely sufficient security force.

"Come on, cheers!"

Wurtz, who was wearing a flowery shirt, held his wine glass high. He was a little drunk. He stood up and said loudly, "You haven't seen the face of Gordon's old dog, hahaha, it's like eating X, haha Haha, just thinking about that face makes me want to laugh...I'm so happy hahaha."

"He thought his plan was perfect?"

Another guy raised his glass and mocked loudly, "He doesn't even know how many of us are in his police station! If I want, I can even hide a bomb under his ass, hahaha."

Everyone laughed wildly, like a group of demons dancing wildly. Soon, the door of this hidden place was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a beige suit and bow tie walked in. Wurtz's face There was a flash of disdain, but he still stood up and gave this guy a big hug.

"My brother Maloney, why did you come? Thank you so much this time, for saving our money!"

"this is nothing."

Maloni, who had always wanted to be the second Falconi, waved his hands casually, and sat at the front of the table, "Everyone lives in Gotham, and they want to help each other, I just did what I should do. "

Others also nodded, and some even applauded. Everyone knew what Maloney was thinking, but no one would be willing to be annexed, but this time everyone really accepted Maloney's favor, and no one Jumping out to sing a different tune, they casually said some nasty jokes, and the atmosphere became extremely lively for a while.

"Speaking of which, man, where's our money now?"

Wurtz asked intentionally or unintentionally, but Maloney didn't think much about it. He put his left hand next to his ear and rubbed his fingers gently, showing a helpless expression.

"I have no idea..."

"What?"

Wurtz's eyes widened, and he put down the wine glass in his hand, "You operated all of this, and now you say you don't know where the money went? That's 800 million, my brother!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing. They looked at Maloney, who snapped his fingers. Soon, the two guys put a TV in front of the table.

"I really don't know. All of this was done by Liu. Hofs is still seriously injured, so we can only leave it to him."

Liu is the boss of the accounting company responsible for the operation of the gangster bank. He has also cooperated with the Gotham gangsters for several years, but Wurz frowned and said,

"Frankly speaking, brother, I don't trust Liu. That guy is not as good as Hofs. He always makes some small tricks and hides all our money for him. Don't you worry?"

Maloney shrugged, with a somewhat helpless expression on his face, "I'm worried, but what can we do? No one knows how to operate except him, let's see what Liu said first."

The TV was turned on, and a yellow face appeared on the TV. He smiled and looked at the 12 bosses in Gotham, and said softly,

"Don't worry, everyone, your money is still in the United States, but I can't tell you the specific place until after this turmoil subsides... I said a long time ago that it is a good way to put money together , hide them separately, once one person is caught, the rest of your money will be found and then frozen... Rest assured, I will take care of everything."

"You're an expert on bad things about the law and the economy, and we can trust you."

Maloney glanced at the others, and said something against his will with a calm expression, but he changed the subject and asked,

"But what about those illegal "inquiry"? You lived in Gotham for several years, you know who I'm talking about, Liu, do you have any good ideas?"

"You mean Batman, right?"

The young businessman uttered the name that everyone regarded as taboo. With a relaxed expression, he raised a glass of wine and shook it in his hand.

"I'm on a plane out of America right now, Batman is unstoppable in Gotham... But what if in another city, another country? Don't forget my nationality, gentlemen, it's to my advantage , won't you? I'll go to the other side of the world, and I'll come back when everything calms down."

As soon as Liu's words fell, another voice rang out along with the screams. Everyone, including Liu on the TV, set their eyes on the door. They saw a man wearing a dirty purple suit, black gloves, and hair The messy, weird guy with white paint on his face and a shocking red scar at the corner of his mouth walked into the secret gathering while walking strangely while humming.

"Oh hey hey ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

His eyes, painted with heavy black oil paint, swept over everyone present, and finally set his eyes on Liu on the TV. He let out a hoarse and deep laugh, which was full of sarcasm, and everyone could hear it come out.

"I thought my jokes weren't funny, but what you guys are saying here... is 10,000 times worse than mine."