Gotham Pier, a place that occupied almost a fifth of Gotham City, was once a symbol of the city's rise and fall. From 200% of the city's shipping throughput to less than 30%, it was a testament to how Gotham slipped into the mud. At least when Saber came to the city, the pier and the pier were in a mess.
It was deserted and dilapidated. Apart from the night and one or two days of the week, the place reeked of decay. The former Emperor of Darkness, Falconi, was once the most popular merchant in Gotham Pier. Even though everyone knew that his ship was filled with contraband, at least he could bring jobs to the pier's workers.
After Falconi's death, the Dark Empire he left behind was torn apart. The entire city's underground gangs were unusually active during this period. Everyone who had the qualifications or not wanted to become the next Falconi. However, when a black bat ruled Gotham, their path to becoming 'King' became unusually difficult.
However, the port area now exuded a sense of rebirth, especially after the establishment of the new port area invested by Wayne Industries. After Wayne Industries opened up new businesses, the port area seemed to have recovered a trace of its former glory in less than half a month.
Even the number of workers at the docks had increased. Many of those who had resigned had put on their blue work clothes again. Most importantly, under the rule of the newly established "Devil's Gang" which was immature but adhered to certain rules, the security here had improved a lot.
"Bang"
Three skinny young men in tattered clothes with bruises all over their faces were thrown into a remote corner of the pier. 3 meters in front of them was a broken platform. Below them was a 5 meter high fault and the sea was 15 meters deep. At this time of the year, the place was cold enough.
They looked at their surroundings in fear. 5 men with cold faces stood in a circle. In their hands were cold daggers or black pistols. Further away, there were two patrolling men holding cold automatic weapons. On their wrists, there was a devil tattoo with blood dripping. Obviously, this represented their identity.
"Three days ago, we warned you."
A gloomy voice came from behind them. The 5 men opened up a path in unison. A young man wearing a black windbreaker and sunglasses walked out from the back of the house. He wore black gloves and looked like a big shot.
"Don't bring your disgusting 'business' to the wharf. This is our territory. We don't allow those f * cking things in our territory!"
Kevin reached out and took off his sunglasses. The young man exhaled, and a visible white mist appeared in the cold air. His voice was as cold as a knife. His eyes narrowed, and a trace of murderous intent flashed through them. Clearly, he was imitating a certain person who made people tremble when they narrowed their eyes.
"Poison X … You like this stuff, right?"
Kevin reached out to take a small bag of white crystals from one of his subordinates. He tossed it up and down, shook his head, and threw it into the sea in front of him. A second later, the sound of a heavy object falling into the water was heard. The three young men who brought Poison X to the pier trembled.
They knew how The Devil Gang operated. They were completely terrified.
"We were forced to do this. Boss Gambol said that if we didn't sell enough for this month's money, he would kill us. Boss Kevin, please let us go. We were forced to do this!"
They begged for mercy in a panic, but Kevin's expression didn't change at all. He bent down and patted the three young men's faces, and said with a trace of regret, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.
"Little Gambol is scary. I know … He has always wanted to make the pier his territory. He is an ambitious man. I know … You guys are tired of working under him. I also know that you guys are afraid of him. It's normal …"
The three young men's expressions softened. They seemed to have seen hope. However, the next moment, the gentleness in Kevin's eyes disappeared. His gloved left hand grabbed the neck of one of them. His voice became violent.
"Aren't you guys afraid of me?
Aren't you guys afraid of The Devil Gang? "
This sudden outburst caused the three young men's spirits to crumble. The remaining two of them knelt on the ground like crazy and begged for mercy.
"Please … We won't come back again! Please! Let us go! Please! "
"Tsk tsk, begging for mercy … But if you guys weren't caught, you might feel lucky. You might even call us a bunch of trash behind our backs. I know what you're thinking, but unfortunately, everyone has to pay the price for what they've done. You guys aren't kids anymore, are you?"
Kevin let go of the young man who peed in his pants. He covered his nose in disgust, stood up, and took a step back. He waved his hand, and the big man behind him walked forward. He tied up the three young men's arms and stuffed a small dagger into each of their hands.
They dragged the wailing and struggling drug dealers to the edge of the fault. Kevin took out a box of exquisite cigars and distributed them to the brothers around him. Then, as he puffed out the smoke, he walked towards the three unlucky fellows who were forced to kneel behind the fault. He looked at the vast sea and said in a low voice, "Let's go, Mr. Lin."
"You guys did something wrong, so you have to be punished. However, I won't take your lives. I don't have the right to do so, do I?"
He put his left hand on one of the men's shoulder, and his voice became deeper.
"Look, you guys have daggers in your hands. As long as you can cut the rope before you drown, you'll have a great chance to escape …"
Kevin cracked a smile and put on his sunglasses.
"Don't worry, I'm a man of my word. As long as you guys can escape, I'll let you go. I won't go back on my words!"
He patted the man's shoulder.
"Good luck, my friends … Oh, by the way, as an experienced person, I have to remind you to hold on tight to your daggers. Don't throw them away. Otherwise, with the current temperature, you'll be frozen in less than five minutes and drown to death."
"Goodbye."
Bang bang bang!
The three drug dealers were pushed into the sea by Kevin and two other burly men who were kneeling there. As they wailed, Kevin and his men turned around and left.
In the half a month since The Devil Gang was established, thirty-seven people had been thrown into the sea. This unique "punishment" made The Devil Gang, which only had twenty-five members, famous. However, Kevin's words were simple. Among the thirty-seven people, only three had managed to escape with their lives.
"Fufu …"
Kevin raised his head and exhaled a puff of smoke. He looked at the cloudy sky of Gotham City and shook his head.
"Looking at the time, boss should be back soon."
He stood in front of a black car that was taking pictures in the harbor area. He opened the door and said to his subordinates beside him, "During this period of time, we must ensure the security of the harbor area. Don't cause any trouble. Director Gordon is a difficult person to deal with. We'll talk about the rest when Boss Saber returns."
"Yes, sir!"
Kevin's subordinates replied in unison. Those people were the friends that Kevin had found on the Narrow Island. After the War of the Narrow Island, half of the Narrow Island had been destroyed, and the people who had lost their homes were everywhere. Kevin had recruited them very easily.
Under the hellish training of the two old mercenaries in Gotham, they finally had some semblance of what Kevin wanted them to be. In addition to the weapons left behind by Saber, they managed to withstand the first attack of the gang. However, in the crossfire a few days ago, they lost four of their men.
The Devil Gang was not so much a gang as it was the security force of the Wayne Port Authority. They were paid regularly by the Port Authority, so they did not need to use illegal means to earn profits. However, the shops and merchants in the harbor area would still pay a "protection fee" regularly. It was not much, at least much less than the other places in Gotham. It was just a symbol.
In conclusion, the existence of The Devil Gang was necessary. Even the new director of the Gotham City Police Department, Gordon, had to admit that the police force was limited. The criminals that were released by the Alliance of Shadow Warriors were causing trouble in every corner of the city. He had no choice but to rely on this semi-official organization to maintain the security of the harbor area.
"Boss, the drug dealers have disappeared for the past two days, but there are still a lot of petty thieves. Yesterday, there was someone who attacked with a knife. We don't have enough manpower."
A bald man scratched his head and said awkwardly to Kevin who was sitting in the car.
"We can't throw those thieves into the sea, right?"
Kevin rolled his eyes and replied impatiently, "Then we'll catch one, break his leg and throw him out! I can pretend that I didn't see him stealing things to make a living, but if he dares to touch the warehouse at the harbor, I don't need to say anything, right? "
"Okay."
The bald man wiped the sweat off his head. Working under Kevin was actually quite comfortable. The boss was not strict with his subordinates, and he could pretend that he did not see any small mistakes. However, the only bad thing was that Kevin was a little too ruthless, and The Devil Gang's reputation was not very good.
Kevin probably saw through the bald man's worries. He started the car and said to the bald man softly,
"Sergues, The Devil Gang is scary. The more scared they are, the less they dare to do dangerous things under our eyes. If everyone likes us, then to the big shots, is there still a need for us to exist?"
"Yes, Boss, I understand."
Sergues the bald man replied loudly, but Kevin ignored him. He turned the steering wheel and the black car drove towards the outer edge of the harbor area. The Old Gun Bar was there. He had to go and see his father. The weather had been very cold recently, and his father's health was not good.
However, when Kevin's car stopped in front of the newly decorated Old Gun Bar, he saw a black Dodge SUV covered in dust. His face lit up. He knew that the real boss of The Devil Gang, Saber Hawk, was back.
On the same night that Saber and Catherine leisurely returned to Gotham, a cargo ship from Canada quietly docked at Gotham Harbor. It was a small cargo ship carrying high-quality logs. They docked at Gotham to replenish their supplies and rest. Therefore, after three hours, they quietly left just like how they came.
However, in the darkness of the night, a few "passengers" left the cargo ship. Under the leadership of their leader, they snuck into Gotham City. The five of them were like ink dripping into water. It would only take a moment for them to completely melt into the water.
"Leader Asazor's orders are very clear."
A guy as strong as a bear twisted his neck and made a cracking sound. He stood in the deserted ruins of a narrow island. In front of him were four strange guys.
"Find that Saber Hawk, then capture him and bring him to New York. It's a relaxing job. Do you all understand?"
"Hmm, I like this kind of mission. I don't have to use my brain."
A feminine man with a gray cobra coiled around his arm laughed. He stretched his body and adjusted the glasses on his nose. "The temperature here is not bad. It's much better than that d * mn Quebec."
"Hmm …"
The bear-like man nodded and waved his hand. "Then go. Let that idiot who dares to offend The Brotherhood see the true power of The Brotherhood!"
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