As a modern city, Gotham had no shortage of skyscrapers that reached the clouds. These buildings that represented modernity and the taste of the city were often beautifully renovated. They were also usually very tall.
"Bang!"
Paris was thrown to the edge of the skyscraper. Half of his body was thrown at least 150 meters away. He looked down at the brightly lit city below him. It was like a candle in the dark night, or like the stars in the sky falling into the city. It was pleasing to the eye.
However, all of this was on the premise that one was safe. For the current Paris, these things only meant one thing … life-threatening danger!
"Ahhhh!"
It had been 20 minutes since the release of the poison gas. In addition to the fact that he was on top of the skyscraper, the cold night wind and the fear of looking down at the shaking world, Paris's senses were distorted. He felt like he was brought to hell hanging upside down in the sky. The dark red devil was laughing at him.
This pitiful guy still had a trace of rationality. He used both his hands and feet to crawl towards a safe place. He was in an extremely sorry state. He no longer had the awe-inspiring aura of a city commander.
However, just as he was about to reach the safe zone, Saber took a step forward and wrapped a rope around Paris's arm. Without giving him any time to react, Saber raised his leg and sent the screaming middle-aged man flying.
His suit was already stained with blood and stains from the previous battle. His body was lifted into the air by the tremendous force. He was like a bird flying with open arms. Unfortunately, he did not have wings. Therefore, after reaching the highest point, he began to fall crazily.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
A prolonged scream spread from the height of 100 meters into the surrounding darkness. The rope placed beside Saber's leg slid down crazily. He did not have any intention of grabbing it. Until 2 seconds later, his foot stepped on the rope. Paris, who almost fainted from the pain of falling, crashed into the window of one of the skyscraper's floors. His body was covered in blood.
Inside the window, a nearly naked girl saw the movement on the window outside the bathroom. She screamed, rolled her eyes, and fainted on the ground.
Saber reached out and grabbed the rope. His hands easily pulled backward and lifted Paris back to the roof. He fastened the rope to the railing and grabbed Paris's neck with one hand, lifting him into the sky above the roof.
"Are you awake now?"
He asked. Paris, who was left with half a breath after the series of shocks, nodded with difficulty. Yes, he was awake … That little bit of Fear Gas wasn't invincible enough to completely drive a person insane. 20 minutes was enough for him to wake up.
"You … who are you?"
This was Paris's first question. Saber didn't want to waste time on such a boring question, so he went straight to the point.
"Who planned the explosion of The Devil Gang?"
This question made Paris, who had just caught his breath, open his eyes wide. His throat was stuck, and he coughed like a chicken being slaughtered.
"Cough cough, you … you are the Red Devil! The rumors are true … You are related to The Devil Gang! "
"You talk too much!"
Saber's fingers tightened, making it difficult for Paris to breathe. He even felt the five fingers around his neck were like steel.
"Answer my question!"
"Cough cough … It wasn't me! It wasn't us … It was the Joker! TheJoker！ He's the one who did all of this!
Paris's gray hair was blown everywhere by the night wind. He struggled to answer, "This has nothing to do with us! I was against them working with the Joker, but Wurz said he wanted to give the arrogant Joker a chance. I don't know what they said, but I can guess that he … he hired the Joker to kill Kevin! "
"We are innocent!"
Paris's voice became more and more sorrowful. "We were not involved in this at all!"
A sharp glint flashed across Seiber's eyes.
"Very well, then tell me … Where is the Joker?"
"No, I don't know!"
As soon as Paris answered, he felt the five fingers around his neck loosen. The horror in his eyes was indescribable. He waved his arms in the air in vain, trying to grab something, but the force from the ground pulled his body back to the ground.
The feeling of weightlessness made Paris scream in panic again.
"Ah ah ah ah!"
"Bang!"
It was the same experience as before. It was like playing a never-ending jump machine. Worse, he felt a sharp pain in his left arm, which was bound by the rope, and he lost all feeling. A few seconds later, he was lifted into the air by Saber again.
There was a hint of mockery in the voice of the guy with the dark red ghost mask.
"I hope you can get used to this game soon … I said, we have a lot of time. We can play slowly!"
"I … I really don't know."
Paris answered with difficulty. "You haven't seen that crazy guy at all. He didn't contact us directly. He just left us a phone number …"
"Really, I'm not satisfied with this answer."
Saber took a deep breath and loosened his fingers one by one. "You have three seconds."
"Wurz! Wurz! "
Paris shouted crazily. "Wurz must know how to find him! He took the poker card. I saw it with my own eyes. He knows. Go find him! Let me go! Please, let me go! I'm innocent! "
It was reasonable to say that the boss who had been in charge of the East District for several years should not be a weak-willed guy. However, Saber's previous massacre and his current crazy style had completely defeated Paris's will.
Please, he was just a gangster, not a soldier. No one expected a gangster to be unyielding in this situation.
"Then, where can I find Wurz?"
Saber breathed a sigh of relief. He lifted Paris over the railing on the top floor and threw him on the ground. He squatted down and patted Paris's face with the cold pistol.
"My good friend Mr. Paris, I think you won't mind telling me the answer to this question, right?"
"Huff, huff …"
Paris's whole body was in pain, but facing this question, looking at the twisted dark red ghost face in front of him, he swallowed his saliva. The cunning of a gangster boss was vividly displayed at this moment of life and death.
"I … I know some of Wurz's secret hiding places, but … but you have to let me go. You have to swear, or you can kill me!"
"Oh, what a terrible negotiation line."
Saber playfully patted his face twice with the pistol in his hand. He pondered for a moment, as if he was considering. Finally, he snorted, stretched out his left hand, grabbed Paris's clothes on his shoulder, and threw him out like a sandbag.
"Logically, I should promise you. But don't forget, bastard, your life … doesn't belong to you!"
"Ah ah ah ah, stop, I'll talk! I'll talk! Don't torture me like this! Damn it! "
Paris's drawn-out voice echoed in the night. Saber shrugged, he knew that these gangsters would not give up until they saw the coffin. Negotiation was never their forte, as long as someone was more ruthless than them and put a knife to their neck, they would cry for their parents.
Especially when they saw the hope of survival, they wouldn't risk their lives.
Seiber wasn't trying to humiliate them … If they really had that kind of unyielding will and determination to fight to the end, they wouldn't have been defeated by Batman one by one. They wouldn't have been beaten up by an ordinary person wearing armor for an entire year.
"Wurz has a nightclub in the lower city area, it was opened by him and Maloney. They often meet there to discuss important matters. He also has a house on the narrow island and a villa in the suburbs, that's all I know! Enough, let me go! I'll leave Gotham tomorrow! "
Paris screamed. He no longer had the dignity of a boss. He had been defeated. From his body to his soul, he had completely collapsed.
"Pu!"
The long blade pierced through his chest. Paris's eyes widened as he stared at Seiber and the demonic face. His eyes were filled with a final viciousness.
"You … You didn't …"
"I never said I would let you go …"
Saber bent down and whispered into Paris's ear, "Joker is a mad dog, I will kill him, but do you think I will let those who let the leash off?"
"My little brother is about to die … Why are you still alive? You should thank Batman, do you know that? You should have died a long time ago! "
Seiber stood up and pulled out his black straight blade. He shook off the blood on the blade and slowly sheathed it. A figure walked out from the darkness of the billboard. Selena's body was trembling slightly, but it was unclear if it was because of the cold or because of the massacre just now.
Under the heavy make-up on her face, there was a trace of fear that could not be removed. She whispered.
"You don't have to kill him, he has already told you everything he knows."
"Are you blaming me? Little girl? "
Seiber asked without turning his head. Selena subconsciously took two steps back, but she finally raised her head and said loudly, "I'm not going to do that.
"I've heard that The Devil Gang is different from other gangs … But from what I've seen today, you're even crueler than them. At most, they will take away money, but you take away lives!"
"So, you think it's a blessing to have your money taken away, hmm?"
Saber turned around and walked slowly towards Selena. His voice was hoarse and calm, there was no trace of emotion after killing someone.
"Let me tell you, little girl. There was once a person who wanted to make Gotham orderly. He wanted to make sure that what he had suffered would not happen to others. He was fair in his rewards and punishments. He used his own principles to govern his territory. That's how you know that The Devil Gang is different from others. You know that the order at the docks is good. You know that the people there live in peace and even dare to go out alone in the middle of the night."
His bloody finger slid across Selena's face. He could feel the girl's fear.
"That's my brother, that's Kevin … Do you know where he is now?"
"You don't know … Look, you don't know anything. You only saw me killing them like dogs, but you don't know how many things they have done that deserve to go to hell … Look, how arrogant … Do you know? Arrogance prevents you from seeing the truth. Prejudice prevents you from liking me … "
His finger lifted Selena's chin. He looked at the tears in the girl's eyes. He shook his head, let go of his finger and turned around to leave.
"But I don't care … My gentleness is only for those who are important to me. My family has been hurt, and I'm here for revenge. I won't let them steal my money … If anyone dares to touch me, I'll chop off their claws! Do you know what the best way to protect your family is? "
"That is to kill all those b * stards who are a threat. Kill them until their blood flows like a river. Kill them until they tremble and kneel on the ground when they hear my name … The weak will only be forgiven. My forgiveness will only come after killing … Leave this place, Selena. When you return, there will be no more disgusting things here."
"This city, it should become as good as we imagined … Yes, it must become better!"
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