American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander.

Chapter 14 I'm Just a Watchman
Just a dozen seconds later, Liv spread her legs like a compass.

You asked her why she didn't twist her legs anymore?

What the hell are you still doing? The person is dead!

Watching the scene where more than thirty gunmen rushed over and shot Downton into a sieve despite the explosion.

Liv rolled her eyes and couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth up to the sky.

"What the hell am I expecting?"

She snorted unhappily, too lazy to look at how Downton died.

Even if one has the same eyes as Falcone, after death, they are no longer a rare commodity, but worthless.

She just felt a little regretful, regretful that such an unusual look appeared on a madman.

Laughing and shaking her head, Liv clapped her hands to quiet the dancers.

Just as Liv was trying to comfort the dancer in an unpleasant manner, a series of screams suddenly came from outside.

"Fuck, he disappeared!"

"Did anyone see how he disappeared?"

"on fire!"

"He had white phosphorus on him, and he spontaneously combusted!"

The screams were quite clear, but Liv didn't care. She still had to deal with the next questioning.

This time the attack started from his backstage. Both Oswald and Boss Falcone would ask themselves that they had too much to deal with.

Not long after, Ozwald arrived at the attack site carrying an umbrella after urgently putting on his bulletproof liner.

After using an umbrella to knock on the younger brothers who were watching the fun and asked them to make way for him, Oswald appeared at the place where Downton's body disappeared.

Ozwald asked in a low voice, tapping the traces of spontaneous combustion on the corpse with the tip of the umbrella.

“So, there was only one person from the beginning?

He broke into my club alone, got to my backstage alone, killed more than a dozen of my men alone, and then disappeared alone!!!"

At this point, Ozwald was so angry that he almost got a stitch in the side.

He would rather have his enemies consist of dozens or even hundreds of professional gunmen, because enemies of that size would not make him appear incompetent!
As for this moment, Ozwald could only grit his teeth and point the umbrella at his silent brothers around him.

"I want to know how he did it!"

……

In less than a minute, Bartel and his four companions, who were pinned to the ground by the crowd, told Ozwald everything.

Why four people?
Because the gatekeeper who collected the money alone was also brought here.

As for the banknotes they had received, they were now piled in front of the toes of Oswald's shoes.

With the tip of his umbrella firmly thrust into the banknote, Ozwald looked around like a hawk and spoke word by word.

“How much is this? Only a mere 16,000 yuan!

Just sixteen thousand dollars pried open my door, bringing danger to the Iceberg Club, which had not been attacked for two years!
This is the answer you gave me after I trained you idiots for two years!"

Having said that, Ozwald tried hard to control his anger, then took out his phone and called Falcone.

Facing Falconet's reprimand, Ozwald nodded slightly and continued.

"It's my fault, sir, I was let in by a crazy, wealthy fellow.

But there was only one lunatic, and he wasn't even a problem."

After the words fell, Ozwald waited respectfully for the call to end.

When the phone went dark, Ozwald looked back at Bartel and the other four who were being held down.

"Only 16,000 yuan, haha, so all the jobs I offer you are not worth 16,000 yuan, right?"

"Maybe more than sixteen thousand, Mr. Ozwald. I have more!"

Liv, who had just taken the banknotes back from the panicked dancers, walked towards Ozwald from a distance.

Coming to the couch where Oswald was sitting, Liv threw more bills in front of him.

"This guy gave a lot of money to the women at my place. I did a quick check and it was at least 40,000 yuan."

"That's fifty-six thousand, haha..."

Liv's supplement at least comforted Oswald a little. After all, compared with more than ten thousand yuan, more than fifty thousand yuan is indeed better.

At least the damaged floors and walls can be repaired.

But that's not how it works. Ozwald can't take all the money into his own hands, especially the money that Liv brought.

Although Liv has been working with the Falcone family for a long time, she is also the head of all the dancers in all the bars in Gotham. She also works as a broker among all the mafia families in Gotham.

In general, Liv is not a member of the Falcone family, they are just collaborators.

So Ozwald swept the pile of banknotes with his umbrella and continued talking to Liv.

"It's all yours, Liv, give it to the frightened women.

But until then, it is your responsibility to restore the club to its original state.”

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Ozwald."

Liv nodded, and immediately a girl squatted down to collect the money.

Just as all the gunmen were staring at the big white banknote on the ground, a frivolous voice suddenly came from outside the crowd.
"It's so lively, you guys are not waiting for me, right?"

While shouting, Donton pushed away the gunman in front of him with his pistol and walked towards the center of the crowd.

Due to the vicious incident that had just happened, the club was brightly lit at this moment, and people could tell what Downton looked like at a glance.

It was fine for the thugs at the back of the crowd who had never seen Downton, but everyone else who had actually seen Downton took a deep breath, contributing to the process of global warming.

Click!

Countless pistols were pointed at Donton.

However, Donton ignored the gun pointed at him and waved to Liv in the center of the crowd.

Looking at the living Downton, Liv covered her mouth in shock.

On the side, Oswald stared at Downton, but asked the dazed Liv.

"Liv, you were closest to him, are you sure it was really him?"

"I'm absolutely sure!"

Liv nodded heavily.

"A person's body and face may be disguised, but the eyes cannot. I will never forget that look!"

"very good!"

Ozwald took a deep breath and stood up from the sofa.

Facing the approaching Downton, he said while holding an umbrella.

"It seems like there is one more incredible thing in Gotham."

"It's still a long way to go. There are so many incredible things that will happen in Gotham in the future. It's a pity that you can't wait until then, Sabatino."

Facing the calm Ozwald, Donton grinned, because the distance was enough!

As long as he found the target, Donton didn't bother to talk nonsense, so he quickly raised his pistol.

The moment the gun was pointed at him, Ozwald finally lost his previous composure and immediately wanted to roll to the side.

Unfortunately, he was too cautious before, and before he could even kick his legs, Downton's bullet had already hit him!
Bang bang bang!
Only one of the three shots hit Ozwald's chest, but the powerful power of the Desert Eagle still made Ozwald fly out!
"The boss is dead!"

"The seat is open!"

"He killed the boss!"

"Fuck, kill him, fuck..."

"Wait, there are so many grenades!"

Before the gunmen around him could open fire, Donton took out a string of nine grenades.

His finger was stuck in the safety pin of a grenade, which could explode at any time.

The appearance of this thing caused the gunmen to become confused and they quickly dispersed into the distance.

At the same time, Ozwald, who was lying on the ground, took a hard breath after hearing what his men shouted.

"Help...Help, I'm not dead yet, I'm wearing a bulletproof vest...

My bones are broken...wait, don't come over here!!!"

Before Ozwald could finish his words, Donton had already pounced on him.

The moment the thick muzzle of the Desert Eagle was pressed against Ozwald's forehead, Ozwald's adrenaline instantly entered the peak competition mode!
"Wait, no, you got the wrong person!"

In the face of life-and-death crisis, Oswald, who had just been weak and powerless, not only remained extremely rational, but also produced a high note comparable to Pavarotti's.

"I'm not the Sabatino you mentioned. Do you think I look like a big shot? I'm just a security guard!

I am Ozwald, fuck Sabatino, damn him!!!"

(End of this chapter)