Chapter 2337 Gotham Music Festival (Sixty-Nine)

Chapter 2330 Gotham Music Festival (sixty-nine)

Deadpool swooped across to Spider-Man, crossed his legs and shook his head, looking left and right, as if he wanted to know where the killer was, and finally looked at Deathstroke in horror.

Deathstroke was also a little confused, it wasn't him who fired the gun!

Besides, why did he need to shoot at the concert? He is a killer and not a terrorist. Why waste bullets when he has no target? When he is on a mission, one of his bullets can be worth millions of dollars.

He subconsciously touched the gun at his waist, but don't forget that most Spider-Man lives in Queens, where the security situation is worrying. How can he react instinctively when seeing someone touching a gun?

With a few swish, swish, swish sounds, more than a dozen spider silks fired at the same time covered Deathstroke's face. Countless sticky spider silks directly changed the color of his armor. If you look closely, you can barely tell that it is Deathstroke, but if you look at it from a distance, I thought it was a white can.

"Spider-Man!!!!!!"

When Deathstroke's angry roar sounded, the scene instantly became chaotic. More Spider-Man heard the noise and came over, but they met many weird people with stress reactions on the way.

The cars that Flash and Peter saw on the road were all driven from the Black Island. Many mercenaries and killers also like rap, and their presence is indispensable at this time.

The killers who can gain a foothold on the Black Island are all experienced and battle-hardened. The moment they hear the sound of gunshots, they enter a fighting posture. The ordinary people all run out in a hurry, but Spider-Man joins the battlefield instead, naturally becoming their blocker. Object.

For a moment, fists and kicks were flying in the audience area, but Gwen Spider-Man, who carried the fallen 2P to the backstage, found that he stood up like nothing happened.

"I didn't get shot," he said. "Bruce gave me a look and I knew how to cooperate."

Gwen Spider-Man breathed a sigh of relief, but soon she frowned again. The gunshot just now was real. If it was really a professional killer who fired the gun, it was unlikely that it missed completely.

At this time, several children had rushed to the backstage, panting and looking at 2P and saying, "Are you okay? Is someone trying to assassinate you?"

"They weren't trying to assassinate him. This was considered murder."

At this time, Bruce had already rushed to the side door quickly, stood to the side, and the stun gun reached a person's waist. The other person fell down, and Bruce picked him up and carried him all the way to his open door. Next to the car.

He moved the people into the car, picked up the phone and said to the other side: "Selena, don't be busy fighting now. Drive your car to pick up the children. I'll go back later."

After hanging up the phone, Bruce drove onto the intercity highway, took out the phone to dial a number and said to the other end: "Hey, Amanda, I caught the killer, yes, alive, but not a powerful character. Where is he now? Okay, I’ll be there right away.”

Bruce drove all the way to the other end of the city and saw Amanda in an apartment in a marginal community. She was no different from when she was alive, and even looked better than then.

When she saw the person Bruce had brought over, she didn't waste any time. She quickly closed the door, quickly closed the curtains and said, "There was something fishy about the death of my parents back then. I didn't know until I saw them in hell. My uncle is a member of the Black Panther Party. He is wanted by the FBI and has been hiding in my house.”

"He passed away later, but my parents still supported him financially. Before they died, my father found three unknown inquiries in his bank statements, and my mother also saw that the garage door lock seemed to have been tampered with. "

"You left the FBI?"

"Of course, I'm not stupid. If I stay there now, I'm courting death." Amanda moved quickly, quickly cleaning out the bathtub, and carrying the unconscious person in with Bruce.

"Do you think your family was..."

Amanda's movements suddenly stopped. She looked at Bruce with sharp eyes and said, "Do you think so?"

Bruce looked very cautious, obviously after a series of comprehensive considerations, and said: "The possibility is very high. After all, the situation of black people was worse in that era. If the whole family was dead, no one would investigate thoroughly, so there is no need to worry about taking action." ”

Amanda said nothing, lowered her head and continued working, as if she was not surprised by the result. Bruce also took off the killer's clothes and said, "Have you listened to the latest new song?"

"I haven't had time yet, do you have any recommendations?"

"You can listen to the top two songs on the hit list. I think it's pretty good. Of course, No. 11 on the album chart is pretty good too."

"Have you released a new song?"

"That's not true. They are much better than me."

The two quickly took off the killer's clothes, and Amanda found a familiar tattoo symbol on the killer's back.

"He's from Mexico," Amanda said. "It's clearly a tattoo of the original American shamanistic beliefs."

"Confess Cartel?"

"I'm afraid so." Amanda threw her clothes aside and said, "What is certain now is that this organization has been helping the FBI do dirty work. Perhaps this is why they have developed into the largest U.S.-Mexico transnational drug trafficking organization. , everything is connived by law enforcement agencies.”

"Are you disappointed?"

"When I swore an oath on my badge, I believed for a moment that this is a country governed by the rule of law, and as long as I uphold the law, I can uphold justice."

"In the process of working, I gradually discovered that the laws are different for different people. Some people have the right to interpret the law, some people do not, some people can manipulate the law, some people cannot, and some people have the ability to make laws. Some people don’t, which is not only unfair, but also not fair.”

"Later, I gradually came to believe that violent law enforcement agencies that at least maintain legal authority can at least greatly reduce the probability of vicious crimes and make potential criminals fearful and scrupulous. This is also the meaning of my work."

"But now, what have they done?" Amanda stepped out of the bathtub and stared at the tattoos on the killer's body and said, "They create crime, but don't fight crime. They spend all their energy fighting crime on killing people like my family. Ordinary people, and then try to cover up all this, so that people know nothing about it, and whitewash it.”

Bruce was silent, knowing that Amanda didn't need to help or answer, she just wanted to say all this.

"But I don't feel angry or sad right now. I'm just thinking about how to solve these problems, because everything is still happening."

"They sent killers again. Which family will suffer this time? What about next time? What about the next time? If we continue like this forever, who can we count on when the crisis really comes?"

This made Bruce look at him sideways, and Amanda looked at him and said, "I talked with a man named Nick Fury for a long time. He has done some very successful things in his universe, but the method..."

"Is the sword taking a different approach?"

"It's more like hacking someone to death with scissors." Amanda sighed and said: "I can tell from his words that his universe is much more developed than ours. This has only happened in recent years. It shows that this strategy can be successful.”

"You wish you could recreate it?"

"And this needs your help."

Bruce didn't answer her immediately. He just looked at the person in the bathtub and said, "First ask him who he is and what he wanted to do at the concert just now."

The two soon woke up the killer. As expected, this guy did come from the Repentance Cartel, but he was just a gangster. The task given to him by the FBI was also very simple. Kill two people from the east and west coasts. Just one of the rappers.

This guy thought that 2P was unprepared when performing on stage, so he just rushed over and shot him with a gun, but he didn't expect that he was captured without even firing the gun.

But because his rank is too low, he is just cannon fodder, and he doesn't know what the whole plan is, but this can't stop Batman, Bruce thought for a while and said.

"Just kill one of them. In other words, as long as one is killed, both of them are finished. It seems that they want to frame one of them by assassinating the other. This will not only make black people lose an important voice channel, but also It can cause infighting between groups.”

He looked at Amanda again and said: "If you want to achieve your goal and establish a transcendent superpower management organization like that universe, you must weaken the FBI as much as possible and make everyone believe that there is something The FBI can’t control it.”

"What do you want to do?" Amanda narrowed her eyes and asked. In fact, both of them understood what she was asking. If it weren't for Hydra, SHIELD might not have such a high status and such great authority. Raising bandits to respect themselves has been the best policy since ancient times.

"My bottom line is not to sacrifice ordinary people." Bruce said, "So there is no need to think about terrorist attacks."

"owl?"

"That's not a super-powered criminal organization."

"Wait a minute, super-powered criminal organizations may not fit in our universe, but when it comes to special criminal organizations..." Amanda touched her chin and said, "Remember Schiller's Serial Killers Club?"

"you mean……"

The two looked at each other and turned to look at the killer who was huddled and shivering in the corner of the room.

The hands turned to 9 o'clock in the evening. Gordon, who had been busy all day, stretched out and shouted into the room: "Barbara, Barbara, are you okay? If you don't hurry up, we will be 9:00 I won’t be able to get to the beach before 30.”

Barbara walked out of the room, but it was not Barbara, Gordon's daughter in the main universe, but her mother in this universe, Gordon's ex-girlfriend, who also took the opportunity of the music festival to come back.

"I was just watching the news in the room." Barbara fiddled with her phone and said, "Someone shot a famous rapper at the concert that just ended. He is still trying to save his life."

Gordon immediately walked over quickly and watched the news with Barbara. Just as he was about to say something, his cell phone rang in his pocket.

"What? Found a body?...Okay, I understand, I'll go over now."

Gordon walked over to get his coat. After putting it on, he hugged Barbara, kissed her forehead and said, "Sorry, a body was found over there in the South District. The death condition was very strange. I have to go and see it." , I’m so sorry that I can’t go to the beach with you for a drink.”

Barbara waved her hand and said: "I knew this would happen a long time ago. This city will never stop for a day, and it will be the same as before."

Gordon smiled, kissed Barbara on the cheek again, picked up the mobile phone, walkie-talkie and other equipment, and walked out of the door quickly.

On the way, he picked up his mobile phone and said to the other end: "Hello? Professor Schiller?...Oh, it's a doctor. We found a corpse. You...what? Appearance fee?"

"Sorry, I suddenly remembered that I also know a lot about criminal investigation, so I don't need it for the moment. Thank you."

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