Dock area, The Devil Gang's lair.
The exhausted Saber leaned back in his chair, Devil Face thrown aside. There was another person in the room, Lewis, whose arm was in a sling. The two of them smoked silently. After a while, Saber asked.
"How many of our brothers are still alive?"
Lewis was silent until the cigarette in his hand burned out. He fiercely extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray and said with a hoarse voice, "35 are dead.
"35 died. Including the two of us, there are still 47 survivors."
Not everyone was like Seiber. For these normal people, being hit by a bullet would result in serious injury, and being hit in the heart would result in death. They had taken down Old Tim's Mafia and the Gotham Mafia head-on, and only thirty-five people had died. That was already a miracle.
However, it could not be ignored that Saber had single-handedly led his revenge. In just the first night, The Devil Gang had lost a third of its core members. If the traitors and cowards that he had personally eliminated were included, The Devil Gang that Kevin had amassed for a year had lost half of its members.
For a gang, this was almost unimaginably cruel.
"Lewis, gather the brothers and distribute the settlement funds. Take the first boat tomorrow and leave Gotham."
Saber buried his face in the rising smoke so that no one could see his expression. "Let's go to Mexico or Cuba to hide. We'll come back when the news dies down."
"I'm not leaving!"
Lewis straightened his neck and shouted, "We killed hundreds of people tonight. Those bastards are no match for us. Once we leave, the situation that Boss Kevin worked so hard to create will be over. Boss Saber, we can still fight!"
"Bang!"
Saber slammed his fist on the table. The movement startled Lewis. Then, he saw Saber's bloodshot eyes and his expression that looked like he was about to devour someone. When he twisted, he really looked like a demon that had crawled out from hell.
"Gordon will not allow us to continue existing. The gangs will unite against us … You have to leave. I'll stay and do what I'm supposed to do."
"Boss, let me stay and help you!"
Lewis wasn't scared off. On the contrary, his eyes were burning with a raging fire.
"I experienced the 'War of the Narrow Isles'. I know that you and Batman saved this city. I saw the explosion of the train with my own eyes. I owe you my life. Let me stay and help you! I'll send my brothers away safely! "
Saber shook his head and glanced at Lewis.
"You have more important things to do. Bring a few trustworthy brothers and send Pops and the little girl to New York. There will be no one to meet you there. As for Sergues and Kevin, I've already made an appointment at the best hospital in Central City. The chances of them waking up there are higher. You have to arrange these things. Don't come back until the matter in Gotham is settled!"
"Boss Saber, I don't want to be a deserter! Let me stay! "
Lewis begged. "Boss Kevin is already like that. We can't lose another leader."
"Scram!"
Saber punched Lewis in the face and threw him to the ground. He roared, "Scram! You're a burden. Scram! "
This was the first time Saber lost control of his emotions since he entered this world. Even when he was infected by the Fear Poison, he did not manage to suppress his emotions to this extent. He panted heavily and closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. At a place where he did not notice, two clear handprints were left on the steel table.
"Huff, huff."
It was as if all of Seber's bones had been sucked out. He slumped into the chair and took a few deep breaths. He didn't even look at Lewis, who was crawling up from the ground. His voice sounded like it came from the faraway San Chuan River.
"Only when you're gone can I fight them without any worries … They think that we'll collapse on our own. I'll prove it to them … No one can be free after doing evil … Tonight is just the beginning. I swear, I swear I won't let them have it easy!"
Once a person had something that he had never owned before, it would become his true treasure. Once someone destroyed his treasure, he would not hesitate to fight with his life …
Lewis nodded silently. His eyes were filled with humiliation. Even if they won the battle tonight, they still had to leave the city like a deserter. No one would be happy with that.
"There won't be a next time!"
Lewis clenched his fist. He glanced at Saber and turned to leave. When he reached the door, he was stopped by Saber.
"Lewis … Hang their bodies on the pier! Let this city see what happens to those who commit murder! "
In the silent darkness, Saber leaned back on the chair. His breathing became steady. The black saber that had drunk a lot of blood tonight was placed beside his hand. On the table in front of him, there were many weapons.
He wanted to fight alone … He wanted to return to his past self. He wanted to become a weapon in the dark again. He wanted to be emotionless, fearless, and without thinking. He wanted to use blood to quell the anger in the deepest part of his heart, just like what he said to Kevin before.
Most people's justice was to quell conflicts, but his revenge was to quell his anger. What did other people's conflicts have to do with him?
So, f * cking justice! Revenge … is justice!
"Saber!"
Catherine walked out from the wall with her hammerhead shark bag. She held Saber's hand with tears in her eyes.
"Saber, come with us, okay? I beg you. "
Saber opened his eyes and smiled at Catherine. He patted the child's head.
"No, I can't go, Catherine. My war has begun. I can't be a deserter."
"When you get to New York, you have to take good care of Dad, okay? You have to be strong. You have to learn to deal with everything by yourself. It might be difficult for you, but you have to learn. "
He hugged the little girl in his arms and said softly with his eyes closed, "Everyone has to do something.
"Everyone has something they have to do. You can't retreat, you can't run away … I can't let you bear the risk of being hurt. I have to make this city feel pain. Only then will they consider the consequences the next time they reach out to you."
"I have to turn into something terrible. I have to turn into an idea, an illusion, a will, a ghost. I have to let fear cover their consciousness and let them feel its twisted power. That is the greatest fear that they can never fight against. I will turn into a part of the darkness. What happened to Kevin can't happen again."
"But we can go to New York … Saber. We can start a new life there."
Catherine heard something ominous from Saber's words. She grabbed Saber's arm tightly and begged, "Come with us. Let's leave this place and never come back!"
Saber opened his eyes. The smile on his face became more obvious. He patted Catherine's head gently.
"We can't escape, silly child. What if we go to New York and encounter the same thing again? This world is cruel. It is a bastard. It likes to see us forced into a corner. It likes to see us panic. But I will never obey it … I have found the most important thing in my life, and that is you … silly child. "
He reached out his finger and gently tapped Catherine's head.
"If someone bullied Pops and Lewis in New York, what would you do?"
"I would beat him up!"
Catherine raised her fist and waved it in the air like an angry kitten.
"Hahahaha."
Saber let out a satisfied laugh. He reached out his fist and bumped it with Catherine's. He winked at her.
"Me too."
That smile left Catherine speechless. Saber took out a small silver pistol from the table in front of him. It was perfect for a child of Catherine's age. He put it in her hammerhead shark bag and put the black pistol into his holster before patting her head.
"Go. Take Pops and the rest to New York. I want to stay here and beat them up. For Kevin, for Sergues, for Steve, for those who died, I can't leave behind any loopholes!"
Outside the window, the darkness was about to disperse and a new dawn was about to arrive. It was a dawn that belonged to him.
Bam!
Nestor slammed the report in his hand on the table with a dark expression. The young and promising mayor was like a madman as he roared without a shred of elegance.
"One night! Just one night! 189 people died and over 300 were injured. Am I still in a city with laws and rules? Why do I feel like I'm the mayor of a city in the Middle East? Gordon! Is this what you promised me? Is this what you promised me? Harvey, is this what you meant when you said you would bring the criminals to justice?! "
Bam!
The mayor slammed his fist on the table in front of him. He looked at the two big shots of Gotham's law and said with an extremely cold voice.
"I'll give you three days to catch this damned 'Red Devil'! Otherwise, scram! Gotham City Hall doesn't need incompetent people! "
Gordon and Harvey stood in front of the mayor. They couldn't suppress the anger in their hearts, but they couldn't vent it. Saber had caused too much of a ruckus last night. According to Gordon, four out of the thirteen gangs in Gotham were wiped out in one night. The Devil Gang was also on the brink of collapse. The number of gangs in the city had decreased by a third overnight.
However, that was not his doing but the disaster that had befallen the city. Last night, all the hospitals in Gotham City had been filled to the brim. The number of fire trucks that had been dispatched had reached a shocking 107 times. The citizens who had been scared for the whole night by the explosion were indescribably angry. Combined with the police who had arrived late to block off the roads, that only added fuel to their anger.
The mayor stood in his office and looked down. He could see the horrifying crowd. To Nestor, who had always wanted to be a good mayor, it was like a slap to his face.
"You …"
Just as the mayor was about to say something, his eyes were attracted to the television in front of him. Even Gordon and Harvey turned to look.
It was a reporter from Gotham Daily. He looked like he was on steroids as he stood at the edge of the docks. The camera was focused on the things behind him. It was a scene that made one's vision go dark.
The corpses of the four mafia bosses who died last night were hung from the top of Pier 1 with thick iron chains. It looked like some kind of cruel execution ceremony. The entire pier area was already packed with people. The four corpses had been changed into white jumpsuits with four large letters written in red paint. It was a ghastly sight.
“B.W.H.B”
The young Harvey couldn't help but mumble. "Blood will have blood. Blood for blood. They've really gone mad …"
Gordon closed his eyes in pain. He knew who was behind this and he knew why the person did it.
Even though he had killed four gang leaders, hundreds of men, and created a massacre, he was still not satisfied …
Just like a monster that would never stop slaughtering, the mafia's crossing of the line had completely enraged him. The death that he had personally brought upon them was like an old wine hidden in the darkness, constantly fermenting and brewing. He used the blood of his opponents as the raw material, the despair of his opponents as the lid, and their fear as the heat. Now, he had declared war. He was using this method to tell those bastards that were hiding in the darkness and trembling in fear.
Hey, guys, it's not over yet. This is just the beginning.
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