In a house at the edge of the docks, smoke filled the air. Even the lights were obscured by the thick smog. The messy room was littered with cigarette butts, waste paper, and used condoms. On the bed in the corner, there were three naked bodies entangled together. In America's cities, you could easily find these girls who had gone crazy on drugs with just a little bit of the hard drug known as Poison X.
They were willing to pay any price for it.
Four or five burly men in black singlets were gathered at one side, gulping down alcohol. Their faces were filled with excessive indulgence. On the table were a few handguns and scattered bullets, reflecting a different luster under the light. They belonged to the "Penguin" gang, and were currently planning to take over a territory from The Devil Gang.
Copeport had lost to Falconi in his fight for the throne of Gotham's Mafia Emperor, but he didn't lose because of his wits. Back then, when he was still young, he was on a completely different level from Falconi. In fact, no one thought of Copeport's defeat as a humiliation. To be able to fight to the death with Falconi, who was at the peak of his power at that time, was a testament to Copeport's strength.
"I heard that The Devil Gang has a mysterious" Red Devil "behind them. Three years ago, he was the one who killed Joker, not Batman."
A skinny guy glanced at the three sleeping girls before lighting up a cigarette. Slowly and mysteriously, he said to his companions, "At that time, I was in Maloney's gang. On the night he died, I heard screams coming from the back street, but none of us dared to go out …"
This guy looked like he had the talent to be a conman. He deliberately paused at the most crucial part of his story. Seeing that his companions had stopped what they were doing, he snorted with satisfaction and continued to speak mysteriously.
"It's not that we're cowards, but you youngsters haven't experienced the bloodshed in Gotham three years ago. You have no idea how crazy it was. Wurz hired Joker to kill Kevin. After Kevin died, the devil was lured out, and he injected his evil power into the remaining members of The Devil Gang, turning them into evil warriors. They followed him into the city, and in one night, four gang leaders died. That night, five hundred people died!"
As he spoke, a look of fear appeared on his face. After all, he had truly experienced that period of hell. He coughed and said, "At that time, we were all hiding in our own houses. We didn't dare to go out at all. Luckily, that madman's power only worked at night. When the first ray of sun rose, those who had accepted the devil's power were burned to death …"
"Hmph, keep bragging, Old Hogan."
Another guy was also engrossed in the story. In this boring night, listening to Old Hogan's bragging was a very enjoyable thing. This guy seemed to have endless stories in his stomach, especially the stories between the gang, Batman, and The Devil Gang. All youngsters loved to hear them, but the youngster's personality made him unable to resist throwing a piece of beef into his mouth.
"I don't believe that there really are devils in this world, and they even appeared in Gotham. That's too funny."
"Oh?"
Old Hogan didn't care about this guy's rebuttal. He looked at the other youngster calmly and said softly, "Llewellin doesn't believe it because he came from Star City two years ago. Little Fosdick, you went to high school here. Don't tell me that you don't believe in these things as well?"
Suddenly, everyone's eyes stopped on the youngest youngster, who was only 18 years old. He hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
"Old Hogan is telling the truth. The Devil Gang is really backed by a red devil. After The Devil Gang's members were all killed, he didn't give up on killing the rest. In less than 15 days, he killed all the remaining gang leaders one by one. It's said that Joker was the last one killed by him. When he returned to hell, the flames surging from his body lit up the pier building. That's the last trace of him in the human world. If you don't believe me, you can go there and take a look. It's still abandoned, and no one dares to rebuild it. Anyone who stays there for more than three days will die an unnatural death."
Little Fosdick shuddered as he spoke. He looked back nervously. This action sent chills down everyone's spines. After all, they were just a bunch of gangsters. Don't expect them to be staunch in their atheism.
"I heard … I heard that when the devil left, he left behind his own curse …"
Old Hogan was very satisfied with the current effect. He said in an even more sinister voice, "He cursed anyone who dares to invade The Devil Gang's territory. Anyone who doesn't abide by the rules he set on this piece of land will anger him. He will release The Devil Gang from hell once again, and they will return to take back their territory."
"Enough!"
Llewellin was so frightened by Old Hogan's tone that he jumped out of his chair. He scolded loudly, "To hell with this story, I'm not going to listen to it anymore. Tomorrow, we'll kill Lewis. Didn't he claim to be the representative of The Devil Gang? Kill him, and let's see how the damn The Devil Gang will return! Gotham will eventually belong to Boss Cabot. Don't you believe that? "
Bang!
As soon as Llewellin finished speaking, the tightly shut door was kicked open. The few of them jerked their heads back and saw five figures wearing black bulletproof vests and carrying assault rifles rushing into the room.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A storm of metal swept through the messy room. In less than ten seconds, the attackers who broke through the door turned around and left, leaving behind eight corpses that looked like a hornet's nest. Old Hogan leaned against the corner of the wall. His abdomen was twisted into a ball by the scorching bullets, allowing him to endure the pain for a few more minutes. This lucky guy who escaped the bloody night three years ago still couldn't escape the punishment that came three years later. He widened his eyes and looked at the last attacker who left the room.
In his blurry vision, he saw the tattoo of a black bloody devil's head on the attacker's neck. His breathing suddenly became rapid.
"They … The Devil Gang … they … from hell … have returned …"
Iceberg Bar. This was the name of the penguin man's chain of bars. It was unknown why he liked this weird name so much. But now, this usually crowded bar was empty. Everywhere, there were people running around in panic. This was because they saw the three trucks equipped with Vulcan autocannons. These unknown attackers were clearly here for Cabot.
"Is that the penguin man's lair?"
Cooper didn't care about the fleeing crowd. He turned his head to look at Lewis. The latter nodded and pointed at the Iceberg Bar not far away. "Cabot owns many bars. I don't know which one he is in, but isn't this the center of the city? This isn't our territory. This is just a warning. "
He raised the grenade launcher on his shoulder and took aim. He then said in a low voice,
"Cabot has crossed the line. Boss said to cut off his claws and let him know pain."
"Boom!"
Three grenades were fired at the same time, hitting the bar at almost the same time. The flames and explosion engulfed the surrounding area. Amid the screams of the people around, Cooper picked up the loudspeaker and shouted.
"This is a 'blessing' from The Devil Gang. Tell Cabot, the next time he dares to extend his claws into our territory, it won't be his dog's claws that will be cut off!"
At the same time, at the edge of the narrow island, half of the street was ablaze. This was a piece of land that Kopote had secretly bought. It was his most profitable legitimate business, and also the disguise of the penguins. But now, seven high-end shops that were connected together had been burned to the ground, along with the 28 leaders of Kopote's gang.
On the wall opposite the burning ruins, a line of shocking words was scrawled with a bright red brush.
"The Devil is back!"
The six districts of Gotham seemed to have come alive that night. Hearing the sound of fire engines, police cars, and ambulances, some of the older residents couldn't help but recall the terrifying night three years ago. Everything … was too familiar.
Saber wasn't satisfied with the current state of Gotham, so Lewis and Cooper handed him an answer sheet.
The Narrows Island and the dock area had been completely reclaimed. At least 150 members of the Coperot Gang had died, one-third of the Iceberg Bar in the city had been destroyed, 60% of the gang leaders had been killed, and 6 warehouses had been burned down. Seb had only said that he wanted to cut off one of the claws of the Penguin Man, but Lewis had directly cut off half of its body. If the Penguin Man was not dealt with properly, it would soon die of illness.
Three years ago, the Devil's Gang made a name for themselves, but they were chased out by the gangsters. Three years later, they used an even more shocking method to announce their return, and this time, there was nothing that could stop them from re-establishing the rules of the city.
"Cough cough …"
Violent coughing woke Robin from his light sleep. He turned his head and saw black blood dripping from the corner of Saber's mouth. He hurriedly rushed over, calling for Hawkins while frantically wiping Saber's face with a handkerchief. When he came into contact with the dark red blood, Robin felt a burning sensation.
The surface of Seber's body was also abnormally hot. It was as if all the liquid in his body was boiling. It was obvious that he was in great pain. His eyeballs were rolling around under his eyelids. One could even see the hot air coming out of his nostrils.
Professor Hawkins hurried over. He put on his glasses and took a thin syringe from the table beside him. He extracted a small amount of blood from Saber's arm. Five minutes later, he let out a sigh of relief. Saber's struggles also slowly subsided, as if he had fallen back into a deep sleep.
"How is it? Professor? My brother? "
Robin asked anxiously. Hawkins glanced at Saber, put the test tube in his hand aside, and said in a low voice, "The gene devouring is in the final stage. I have already seen the recombined gene chain. The serum is working, but … the effect is not as great as we thought. He hasn't told you yet, has he?"
"Hmm?"
Robin looked at Hawkins in confusion. The latter looked at Saber with pity in his eyes.
"He only had one year left to live …"
"What?"
Robin's eyes widened. He grabbed Hawkins' arms with both hands. In his excitement, the professor screamed in pain. Robin hurriedly let go of him. "Can't he heal himself? How can he only have one year left to live? This … this is impossible! "
"Okay … Calm down, child."
The professor rubbed his shoulders and sat on the chair. "You still don't know what kind of horrible life your brother has been living for the past three years. If there is a hell in this world, there is no doubt that he has lived there for three years. Even I was once an executioner in that hell. Fortunately, I saw the hope of redemption. The degree of fusion between Logan's serum and Victor's genes is still unknown, but his self-healing ability has undoubtedly increased. At the very least, it can stop the continuous rupturing of his internal organs."
"What about now? How long can he live? "
Robin leaned against the wall, trembling. She lit a cigarette. The professor closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. He then raised two fingers.
"In two to three years, 95% of the damaged genetic strands have been repaired. The remaining 5% will continue to burden his body. Based on his current level of self-healing ability, this burden can last for at least three years. However, it's hard to say what will happen after that. I feel that this is no longer a problem that can be solved by the X gene. Moreover, the reconstructed genetic strands will weaken his devouring ability. Frankly speaking, you should be thankful that he was able to recover from his previous terrifying state to his current state."
Hawkins opened his eyes and glanced at Saber regretfully.
"Stryker completely destroyed him … He had the chance to become a real" God "in this world. It's really … a pity."
"Ahem … I have to correct you …"
Saber's hoarse voice suddenly sounded, startling both Hawkins and Robin. "There should be no … God in this world!"
"Bang bang bang bang"
A series of cracking sounds could be heard as Seiber sat up from the bed. The 12 thick leather straps that bound his body were all broken. He wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth and smiled at the two of them.
"Being an ordinary person … is actually quite good, isn't it?"
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