Reputation was a good thing.
For those with great ambitions, reputation was an indispensable accessory. How could strangers tell if a leader was worth following? How could they tell if a faction was worth paying attention to? Reputation was the first factor.
No one would expect much from an unknown guy. The era of heroes being born in the wilderness had long passed. When a group of people were groping in the dark, those who had their own halo and could illuminate the road ahead would be instinctively clustered around by others.
Then, like a rolling snowball, it would snowball and eventually become a powerful faction.
However, reputation had its disadvantages. Once you attracted too much attention and were followed by too many people, trouble would always follow.
"Boss, just yesterday, more than 500 mutants swarmed into Gotham Pier."
Lewis bit the drumstick in his hand and complained to Saber who was eating porridge. "They came from all over the country. The furthest one was even smuggled in from Brazil. They know nothing about Gotham. They just want to meet you and join The Devil Gang."
Saber was unmoved. He blew on the warm porridge and put it in his mouth. After chewing a few times, he opened his mouth and said:
"How many did you take?"
"Not a single one!"
Lewis spread out his greasy hands and said helplessly, "That little girl Shauna went back to London to study. We can't tell what they are thinking. I left them at Pier 11, but we can't just keep them like this, right?"
"What's the composition of the people?"
Saber asked again. This time, it was Cooper who answered. This guy was now the deputy director of the Port Authority's Immigration Bureau. He was still wearing the same flowery shirt and beach pants. He cut the pizza on his plate and said:
"Well, those who are exiled to our place are definitely not doing well. They are all low-level mutants below Gamma-level. Most of them are homeless, and a small number of them are doing some bad jobs. Thieves, burglars, fugitives, etc. You don't even have to ask, you can tell from their eyes."
He took a bite of the pizza and shrugged.
"Without their identity as mutants, they are just a bunch of refugees."
"Hmm …"
Seiber picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth. His eyes flashed with a trace of contemplation. A moment later, he opened his mouth and said,
After a while, he said: "Didn't Harvey call a few days ago and say that the gangs in Mexico were acting strangely?"
Hearing this, Lewis threw away the chicken bone and wiped his fingers with the napkin. He said with disdain:
"Those bastards always want to take our territory. They will fail again this time! Harvey's army will break every bone of them! "
"No, no, no, what I mean is …"
A calm smile appeared on Seiber's face as he said softly, "What I mean is, since we have a group of mutated humans who are crying and begging to join us, why should we let our brothers fight and bleed?"
He reached out and picked up a piece of cooked corn. He plucked the corn kernels off bit by bit and snorted, "That's right.
............ Throw them and the mutants that come after them into the battlefield in Mexico. War will tell us who is trustworthy. Let Toad and his brothers lead this group of people. "
Lewis and Cooper looked at each other. The latter hesitated, took a bite of the pizza, and said softly:
"But boss, if we throw a group of rookies with no combat experience into the battlefield of drug lords, I'm afraid they will … will be wiped out. This may not be good for your reputation."
"If they die, they die. It's better if they all die!"
Saber waved his hand. "Reputation? What do we need that for? Do you really want to build a country in Gotham? Don't be stupid! Brutality is the good reputation we should be pursuing now. Scare away those cowards and attract the real mainstays. "
He snorted, picked up the corn on the plate with his chopsticks and threw it into his mouth. He looked at his subordinates.
"What do I need those bastards who can't fight and aren't willing to risk their lives? They only want to be under the shade of a big tree. Raise them for Christmas? "
"Okay, boss, we got it!"
Lewis and Cooper shared the rest of the pizza and left the villa one after another. Saber leaned on the chair to rest. May, who was wearing an apron, cleaned the table with a cold face and cleaned the room without a word. Speaking of which, after Dorothy left, the house soon welcomed an even colder "head maid".
"Ding-dong."
The sound of the doorbell woke Saber up from his rest. He glanced at May, then went to open the door in his pajamas and slippers. The moment the door opened, a little guy jumped into his arms.
"Uncle Saber! I'm here again! "
Damian Wayne, who had a head of black hair and was full of vigor, jumped into Seiber's arms from his father's arms like a cannonball.
This sudden attack stunned Saber for a moment, but then he smiled and patted the little guy's head. He gestured at the Wayne couple who were standing outside the door, indicating for them to come in. Saber carried the restless Damian into the house, picked up a piece of candy, stuffed it into his hand, and patted him on the head.
"Go play with your sister Catherine. They're going to welcome some good friends today. You can go with them."
Damian snorted coolly, "I don't play with girls.
"I don't want to play with girls. I don't even know their friends."
"Hahaha."
Saber laughed and patted him on the shoulder. He winked at Damian mysteriously, "Go ahead. I promise you, little man. If you don't go today, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. They're definitely the best friends you've never met."
Damian hesitated. He knew that this mysterious Uncle Saber would not lie to him. After all, he was the Red Devil. He looked back at his father and mother. In the end, Rachel took Damian upstairs to find Catherine and the little girls who were still sleeping soundly.
Saber and Bruce were left in the living room. Everyone knew that the two of them had something to talk about.
"Speaking of which, a busy man like you is in the mood to come here today?"
Saber personally poured a cup of tea for Bruce. The latter was dressed in casual clothes, and his usual serious demeanor was gone. He looked relaxed and happy. He glanced at Saber and asked softly,
"Can't I come to see an old friend?"
Seiber snorted and sat opposite Bruce. He crossed his legs and said, "Don't worry.
"Where's Afo?"
"Afo hasn't been in good health recently. I sent him to Rome for a vacation. He may have to spend a long recovery period there."
Bruce's face showed a hint of worry, "He's old after all. To be honest, Gotham's weather is not suitable for retirement."
Saber took a sip of hot tea and waved his hand.
"Don't worry. People like Afo will live a long life."
It seemed like a beautiful blessing, but it was not just a blessing. According to a certain lunatic, as long as the people around Batman stayed in Gotham, they would never die.
It was hard to say whether it was an evil blessing, but one thing was for sure: Old Afo would definitely see his young master grow up safely.
The conversation between the two men was always accompanied by a lot of silence, but the atmosphere was not awkward. Speaking of which, it had been a long time since the two of them sat together and chatted peacefully.
"I say, a lot of mutants have come to Gotham these days. You're now famous. How does it feel to be a star?"
Bruce waved the newspaper in his hand at Saber. The page was full of introductions about Saber. In the absence of information, the East Coast reporters made full use of their imagination. In just a week, they came up with seven completely different background stories for Saber.
From the fallen nobles in the far east to the mysterious family born in Gotham, even the most ridiculous tabloids claimed that Seiber did not exist. What people saw that day was just a false memory projected by the mysterious Professor X in people's minds.
In the face of this teasing question, Saber shrugged.
"After Sergues broke the leg of the seventh reporter who tried to secretly take pictures, no one dared to disturb my life. So if you really want to ask, I'll say that it's not much different from before …"
At this point, he paused and raised his head to look at Bruce. His tone became more serious.
"You're worried that the mutants entering Gotham will affect the bad but orderly order of the city?"
"Yeah."
Bruce nodded and did not deny Saber's statement. He pondered for a moment and said, "Joker's behavior has been strange lately.
"The clown has been acting strangely recently. He seems to have sensed something. You know, right? He's like a rat or a snake that has sensed an earthquake coming. They would run away in advance. Even though he hasn't run away, he has stopped moving. I've started to monitor the city again, and I've noticed many bad signs."
He raised his head and a solemn look flashed in his eyes.
"Something big is going to happen in Gotham. I have a feeling that it won't be smaller than the Shadow Dancer's invasion. At this time, I really don't want another force to enter this place."
Saber spread out his hands.
"You see, The Devil Gang has maintained the agreement. We haven't expanded. As for the mutants, I can guarantee that they won't affect this city. God, it's already chaotic enough. This city is yours. I don't want to hug a hot potato in my arms. I won't cause trouble for myself."
He sighed, shook his hand a little gloomily, and said lazily, "In a few days, I'll leave Gotham City in a few days.
"In a few days, I might have to leave Gotham again. This time, it will be longer. There are many troublesome things waiting for me to do, so just do what you want to do. Don't worry about the devil's gang."
"Yeah."
Bruce nodded. He changed his style, touched the teacup, and asked softly, "I'm here to ask for help. I heard that you've dealt with those ninja organizations in Japan before?"
"Huh?"
Saber was stunned for a moment. "The Hand and the Foot Gang? Haven't they been uprooted? I did it myself. "
"Unfortunately, you didn't."
Bruce took out something from his pocket and placed it in front of Saber. It was a dark red kunai stained with blood. Saber picked it up and looked at it.
"There's a familiar smell … It smells like those damn monsters. So, the Foot Gang! Where did you find this? "
He looked at Bruce, who pointed to the west.
"West District, the territory of the penguins. There was a murder three days ago. Seven homeless people died an unnatural death. It felt like a cult sacrifice. I found this at the scene."
Saber narrowed his eyes. The dark red kunai melted bit by bit under the orange light that burst out from his fingertips until it finally turned into a round ball. His nose twitched.
"Okay, I'll tell you everything about the Foot Gang and the Hand, but to be honest, I don't have the time to help you right now. If you need help, go to the harbor and look for Lewis and Cooper. Right … if you need help with high-end combat, go to the sewers at Pier 14."
Seiber placed the teacup by his mouth and smiled.
"I'd be happy to introduce my friends to you. They're also involved with the Hand and the Foot Gang. Maybe they can help you."
That night, after a dinner that Saber had personally cooked, Damian, Catherine, Emma and Clarice, as well as Cornelia Hawkins, the female scientist who didn't pay much attention to the outside world, were dragged out. The five children stood surreptitiously at Pier 14 in Gotham at dusk, as if they were waiting for something.
"Sister Catherine, who on earth are you here to welcome?"
Damian played with the batsword that Saber had given him. This strange weapon rolled around in the child's hands like a butterfly through flowers. This kid had inherited his father's excellent bloodline, and had an astonishing talent for cold weapons.
"Shh!"
Catherine winked at Damian. Her eyes searched the surface of the sea in front of her. When she saw four ripples side by side, the little girl immediately became excited. She waved the katana in her hand and shouted loudly, "Hey, Damian! Damian! Damian! Damian!
"Turtle, come here! I missed you so much! "
The next moment, Michelangelo's huge body jumped out of the sea. He made a handsome pose in front of the maidservants and then jumped into the sea. Then Raphael, then Donatello, and finally the steady Leonardo. It was like a perfect diving performance. This scene immediately caused the maidservants to scream, like fanatical fans chasing after a star.
"Is there pizza? Catherine, my good ma 'am, I swam all the way here from New York. I'm starving! "
Michelangelo and the other ninja turtles rushed ashore and held hands with Catherine and the other girls as they chatted very familiarly. On the side, someone was already frightened.
Pa!
The bat knife in Damian's hand fell to the ground. The little man rubbed his eyes hard and looked at Cornelia with a pleading look.
"Sister Cornelia, did you see that? That's … that's … a talking turtle? "
The female scientist was also dumbfounded at this time. She murmured to herself, "What?
She muttered to herself, "I always thought that Catherine was lying to me … They, they really exist. Oh my god, Grandpa will go crazy!"
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