mtl008 Chapter 2330 Gotham Music Chapter (69)
Chapter 2330 Gotham Music Chapter (69)
Chapter 2330 Gotham Music Festival (Sixty-nine)
Deadpool quickly rushed to the opposite side of Spider-Man, crossed his legs and shook his head to look left and right, as if he wanted to know where the killer was, and finally looked at Deathstroke in horror.
Deathstroke was also a little confused. It wasn't him who fired the gun!
Besides, why would he need to shoot at a concert? He is a killer, not a terrorist. Why would he waste bullets when there is no target? When he is on a mission, one of his bullets is worth millions of dollars.
He subconsciously reached for the gun at his waist, but don't forget that most Spider-Men live in Queens, where the security situation is worrying. What instinctive reaction would he have when he saw someone touching a gun?
With a few whooshing sounds, more than a dozen spider silks shot out at the same time covered Deathstroke's face. Countless sticky spider silks directly changed the color of his armor. From a close look, you could barely tell it was Deathstroke, but from a distance, you thought it was a white can.
"Spider-Man!!!!"
When the angry roar of Deathstroke sounded, the scene instantly became chaotic. More Spider-Men heard the noise and rushed over, but they met many weirdos who had stress reactions on the way.
The cars that Flash and Peter saw on the road before were all from Black Island. Many mercenaries and killers also like rap, and they can be seen on the scene at this time.
The killers who could gain a foothold in Black Island were all experienced and battle-hardened. The moment they heard the gunshots, they entered a fighting stance. Ordinary people all ran out in a hurry, but Spider-Man joined the battlefield instead and naturally became their target.
For a moment, fists and kicks were flying in the audience, but Gwen Spider-Man, who had carried the fallen 2Pac to the backstage, found that he stood up as if nothing had happened.
"I wasn't shot," he said. "Bruce gave me a look and I knew what to do."
Gwen Spider-Man breathed a sigh of relief, but soon she frowned again. The gunshot just now was real. If it was really fired by a professional killer, it would be unlikely that he missed the target completely.
At this time, several children had already rushed to the backstage, looking at 2Pac breathlessly and asked: "Are you okay? Is someone trying to assassinate you?"
"They didn't mean to assassinate me. This is already murder."
At this time, Bruce had quickly rushed to the side door and stood to the side. He pointed the stun gun directly at a man's waist. The man fell down. Bruce picked him up and carried him to the side of his car.
He carried the people into the car, picked up the phone and said to the other end: "Selena, don't be busy fighting, drive your car to pick up the children, I will be back later."
After hanging up the phone, Bruce drove onto the intercity highway, took out his phone, dialed the number and said to the other end: "Hello, Amanda, I caught the killer, yes, alive, but he is not a powerful character. Where are you now? Okay, I'll be there right away."
Bruce drove all the way to the other side of the city and met Amanda in an apartment in a marginal community. She looked no different from when she was alive, and even looked better than before.
Seeing the person Bruce brought over, she didn't waste any words, quickly closed the door, quickly pulled the curtains and said, "My parents' deaths were suspicious. After I met them in hell, I found out that my uncle was a member of the Black Panther Party. He was wanted by the FBI and had been hiding in my house."
"He passed away, but my parents continued to support him financially. Before they died, my father found three unknown inquiries in his bank statements, and my mother saw that the garage door lock seemed to have been tampered with."
“You left the FBI?”
"Of course, I'm not stupid. If I stay there now, I'll be courting death." Amanda moved quickly and cleaned out the bathtub. Together with Bruce, she carried the still unconscious person into the bathtub.
"Do you think your family was..."
Amanda suddenly stopped moving, looked at Bruce with sparkling eyes and said, "Do you think so?"
Bruce seemed very cautious. He had obviously considered a series of issues and said, "It's very likely. After all, the situation of black people was even worse in that era. If the whole family is dead, no one will investigate carefully. There's no need to hesitate."
Amanda said nothing, lowered her head and continued to work, as if she was not surprised by the result. Bruce also took off the killer's clothes and said, "Have you listened to the latest new song?"
"I haven't had time yet, any recommendations?"
"You can listen to the first two hits on the charts, I think they're pretty good, and of course, No. 11 on the album chart is also pretty good."
“You released a new song?”
"No, they are much better than me."
The two quickly took off the killer's clothes, and Amanda found a familiar tattoo mark on the killer's back.
"He's from Mexico." Amanda said, "This is a clear example of the original American shamanic beliefs."
"Confession Cartel?"
"I'm afraid so." Amanda threw her clothes aside and said, "Now it is certain that this organization has been doing dirty work for the FBI. Perhaps this is why they have been able to develop into the largest transnational drug trafficking organization in the United States and Mexico. Everything is condoned by law enforcement agencies."
"Are you disappointed?"
"When I swore my oath to my badge, I believed for a moment that this is a country ruled by law, and as long as I uphold the law, I can uphold justice."
"In the course of my work, I gradually discovered that the laws apply differently to different people. Some people have the right to interpret the law, while others do not. Some people can manipulate the law, while others cannot. Some people have the means to make the law, while others do not. This is not only unjust, but also not fair."
"Later, I gradually came to believe that at least the violent law enforcement agencies that uphold the authority of the law can greatly reduce the probability of vicious crimes and make potential criminals fearful and cautious. This is also the meaning of my work."
"But now, what have they done?" Amanda stepped out of the bathtub and stared at the killer's tattoos. "They create crime, but don't fight crime. They spend all their energy fighting crime on killing ordinary people like my family, and then try to cover it up so that people know nothing and pretend that everything is fine."
Bruce remained silent. He knew Amanda didn't need any support or answers. She just wanted to say it all.
"But I'm not feeling angry or sad right now, I'm just thinking about how to solve these problems because everything is still happening."
"They sent the killer again. Which family will be affected this time? What about the next time? And the next time? If we continue like this forever, who can we count on when the crisis really comes?"
This made Bruce look sideways, and Amanda looked at him and said, "I talked to a man named Nick Fury for a long time. He has done some very successful things in his universe, but the method..."
"Is the sword taking a different approach?"
"It's more like chopping someone to death with scissors." Amanda sighed and said, "From what he said, I can tell that his universe is much more developed than ours. This has happened in recent years, which shows that this strategy can be successful."
"Do you wish you could replicate it?"
"And this requires your help."
Bruce didn't answer her immediately, but looked at the person in the bathtub and said, "First ask him where he came from and what he wanted to do at the concert just now."
The two quickly woke up the killer. As expected, this guy was indeed from the Confession Cartel, but he was just a small fry. The task assigned to him by the FBI was simple: kill one of the two rappers on the East and West Coasts.
This guy thought that 2Pac was defenseless while performing on stage, so he just rushed over and started shooting. However, he didn't expect that he was caught without even firing the gun.
But because his rank was too low, he was just a cannon fodder and had no idea what the whole plan was about. But this couldn't stop Batman, Bruce said after thinking about it.
"Just kill one of them. In other words, if one is killed, both of them will be finished. It seems that they want to frame the other by assassinating one of them. This will not only make black people lose an important voice channel, but also cause internal strife between the groups."
He looked at Amanda again and said, "If you want to achieve your goal and establish a superpower management organization that is beyond the world like that universe, you must weaken the FBI as much as possible and make everyone believe that there are some things that the FBI cannot control."
"What do you want to do?" Amanda asked with narrowed eyes. In fact, they both understood what she was asking. If it weren't for Hydra, SHIELD might not have such a high status and such great authority. Keeping the enemy to protect oneself has always been the best strategy since ancient times.
"My bottom line is not to sacrifice ordinary people," Bruce said, "so there's no need to think about terrorist attacks."
"owl?"
"That's not a superpowered criminal organization."
"Wait, superpower criminal organizations may not be suitable for our universe, but when it comes to special criminal organizations..." Amanda stroked her chin and said, "Remember Schiller's Serial Killer Club?"
"what do you mean……"
The two looked at each other, then turned to look at the killer who was huddled in the corner of the room and shivering.
The clock struck 9 o'clock in the evening. Gordon, who had been busy all day, stretched himself and shouted to the room, "Barbara, Barbara, are you ready? If you don't hurry up, we won't be able to reach the beach before 9:30."
Barbara walked out of the room, but she was not Barbara, Gordon's daughter in the main universe, but her mother in this universe, Gordon's ex-girlfriend, who also took the opportunity of the music festival to come back.
"I was just watching the news in my room." Barbara fiddled with her phone and said, "Someone shot a famous rapper at a concert that just ended. He is still being rescued and his life is in danger."
Gordon immediately walked over and started watching the news with Barbara. Just as he was about to say something, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
"What? A body was found?...Okay, I get it. I'll be there now."
Gordon went to get his coat, put it on, hugged Barbara, kissed her forehead and said, "I'm sorry, a body was found in the South District, and the cause of death is very strange. I have to go and see it. I'm so sorry that I can't go to the beach with you for a drink."
Barbara waved her hand and said, "I knew it would be like this. There is no day of peace in this city, just like before."
Gordon smiled, kissed Barbara's cheek again, picked up his cell phone, walkie-talkie and other equipment, and walked out the door quickly.
On the way, he picked up the phone and said to the other end: "Hello? Professor Schiller? ... Oh, it's the doctor. We found a body. You... what? Appearance fee?"
"Sorry, I suddenly remembered that I also know a lot about criminal investigation. I don't need it for now. Thank you."
We’re home!
(End of this chapter)