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Chapter 170, Section 67: Gotham Succubus

Chapter 170, Section 67: Gotham Succubus (I'm so tired lately, I'll go home and sleep for twelve hours straight, and release this before midnight)

"Diavolo, I know you can hear me!"

At Qin Wei's shout, Chato's tattoos, which covered his entire body, flashed, and then his eyes were ignited by a cluster of flames.

This was not a metaphor; the crimson flames leaped from his eyes, only to be pressed back down by Chato's palm.

Now Qin Wei knew why this guy had no hair, and even his eyebrows were shaved clean.

Chato wanted to get rid of the filth on his body, but he still didn't know what kind of monster was possessing him. After seeing Qin Wei awaken the demon with just one sentence, he felt like he had found a savior.

drop!

Just as he was about to rush towards Qin Wei, a piercing horn suddenly rang out.

The speeding truck created a hurricane, rushing past along with the foul language of the irritable driver.

Chato's sudden approach put Qin Wei on edge. Just as he was about to launch liquid nitrogen to freeze the other party, a passing truck gave the two of them a buffer time.

"Diavolo, is that its name?"

Across the street, Chato called out in a tearful voice. His pitiful little face looked like a drowning mouse grasping at a blade of grass floating on the water.

Qin Wei nodded. The other party's reaction was unexpected. He had thought that he would need to use some tricks to get Chato to listen to him properly.

"Can you help me get it off me? It's ruined everything—"

Chato covered his face with his hands, trembling uncontrollably in the bleak east wind.

When a man falls from an arrogant gang leader to a penniless and pitiful man, the immense pressure that has been building up in his heart bursts forth in an instant.

The pedestrian light turned green, and Qin Wei, with one hand on his waist, led the way across the road.

"I can't guarantee it, but I can tell you everything I know." Maintaining a safe distance, Qin Wei tried his best to sound sincere.

He was somewhat worried that even if he could reach an agreement with Diablo, given Chato's mental state, how could he persuade him to join him in fighting against the Court of Owls?

The two found a street-side cafe and sat down. After a brief moment of embarrassment, Chatter's cold and aloof demeanor returned.

"Who are you."

"Your enemies, to be precise, those people you and the corrupt cops dealt with in the Berriley district the other day were all my men."

"Corrupt cop, what do you mean? Although they use violent methods, it's inevitable that they'll deal with armed gangs like yours. Of course, I used to be a gangster myself, and smearing my opponents was one of my most common tricks."

As his brow furrowed, Chato's eyes sharpened.

He had never believed in religion, but after being possessed by a demon, he began to wonder if it was because of the depth of his evil deeds. In order to atone for his sins, he agreed to the warden's request to cooperate with the GCPD to subdue the rioting gang forces.

So when Qin Wei revealed his identity, Chato immediately felt that there was no need to continue the conversation.

How could he possibly believe the one-sided story of the gangster boss who had orchestrated the riots on that snowy night?

"Get out of here before I burn you to ashes."

"Just as I thought. If there's no misunderstanding, I find it hard to imagine that you would be associated with corrupt cops." Qin Wei took a sip of coffee, his eyes behind his sunglasses scrutinizing every passerby.

To be fair, he quite liked Chato from Suicide Squad.

Most of the DC characters he's encountered so far haven't deviated from their original character traits. Therefore, he believes that Chato is also kind now.

"I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Chato stood up and questioned him. He had heard of the "famous" Gotham police when he was in New York, so he only agreed to help after the warden told him that his opponent was a gang member and a traitor to the police department.

Gangs can't represent justice, can they?

"See for yourself."

Qin Wei didn't waste any words. He pulled up a video and pushed his phone in front of Chato.

Chato picked up his phone with suspicion and watched the ten-second video carefully. His face gradually turned pale.

This is a surveillance video. In the video, as the bomb bus drove through the intersection, a police car rushed in from a side road and blew up the bus. The out-of-control bus crashed into a glass window at the far end of the frame. The passengers, who were burned to a crisp, used their last strength to climb out of the window and waved their hands in vain in the cold snowy night before finally falling into the snowdrifts on the side of the street and becoming charred corpses.

The video was silent, but Chato seemed to hear their heartbreaking cries before they died.

This reminded him of the innocent people who had been burned by his rampaging demonic power.

His hands were trembling violently.

"No, this isn't real; the video can be faked."

"Don't jump to conclusions, there are other perspectives to come." Qin Wei took out a handkerchief to wipe the coffee stains from the corner of his mouth, then looked up and posed a probing question to Chato.

"More importantly, why would I fake this video? I'm a notorious gangster; do you think I can wash my hands of my crimes with such a clumsy trick?"

"You're trying to confuse me, you're trying to make me the weapon you use to do evil!" Chato slammed his phone on the table.

Qin Wei's brow twitched; there were quite a few short videos he had downloaded stored in there.

"Chato Santana, you think too highly of yourself." He called over the waiter, took out his wallet to pay the bill, and left a generous tip of one hundred dollars under the coffee mat.

Finally, he slammed the book he had been holding onto the table.

"This book, 'Indian Myths,' is out of print. Pages 45 to 62 contain the legend of Diablo. Please remember to return it to the Gotham General Library after you finish reading it."

This wasn't some kind of feigned indifference tactic; Qin Wei knew that someone pretending to be asleep couldn't be woken up.

Time will tell Chato the answer, but he's not sure if he'll live to see it.

War could break out at any moment. Next, Qin Wei will have to go to prison to bail out people: Gordon, Brock, Floyd, and the Crocodile Gang and the Villain Gang who are fighting against the GCPD's atrocities with him.

There are too many people; only a spectacular prison break can save everyone.

After leaving the coffee shop, Qin Wei didn't rush to drive away. He put on sunglasses, bought a newspaper on the street, and turned into the alley while reading it.

Even while chatting with Chato, he had been paying attention to the passersby. One of the men, wearing a woven hat, looked at him with unusual eyes. Considering the wanted posters plastered all over the streets, Qin Wei probably realized that he was being watched.

Unfortunately, he had too many enemies, and he didn't know which divination was targeting him.

A henchman of the Court of Owls; an assassin under the sway of Gotham's powerful figures; Falcone, who has shown wariness towards him; or perhaps a concerned citizen? Who knows!

The alley was covered with a thick layer of dirty snow, and sounds came from overturned trash cans. Several wanted posters were pasted on the exposed walls, featuring clowns, black masks, red hoods, and of course, the recently popular Judgement Knight and gangster godfather Matchstick Marlon.

As soon as he stepped inside, his path was blocked by uninvited guests, and soon several thugs carrying empty beer bottles and steel bars appeared behind him.

"The newspapers are really giving me a terrible review. They're even saying I'm the mastermind behind the bus bombing. It seems only those who control the media have the right to speak!"

Qin Wei folded the newspaper and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his coat, then took off his glasses in front of the others.

"It really is you! Mr. Malone, you shouldn't be wandering around alone at this critical moment. Now you're the talk of the town, with a million-dollar bounty on your head. The GCPD has really gone all out."

The leader of the thugs pulled out a revolver, aimed it, and ordered his henchmen with ropes to tie Qin Wei up.

"Humans are always blinded by profit, thus forgetting a very simple truth: huge gains are often accompanied by equally huge risks."

"I'll give you a chance to turn around and leave. How about it? Think about it?"

Qin Wei's suggestion sparked a burst of laughter.

"What nonsense are you spouting, Matchstick Marlon? Who do you think you are? Just some Gotham arsonist who fled with his tail between his legs a few years ago. You don't actually think you're some kind of mob godfather, do you?!"

The thug seemed to touch the gun in his hand as he showed off.

A pioneer who ushered in the era of firearms, a terminator of flesh and blood, precise and calm, a pure killing machine, he believed that under the threat of the dark muzzle of a gun, no Gotham bigwig was worthy to challenge him.

But he will soon pay the price for his ignorance and arrogance.

Just as the underling was wrapping the rope around Qin Wei's wrist, the latter suddenly attacked, grabbing the rope and pulling the underling in front of him.

Bang bang bang. —·

The sudden situation threw the leader into a panic. In his haste, he emptied the magazine, only to find a henchman riddled with holes.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the henchmen at the alley entrance rushed forward with their melee weapons, attempting to take down their target while he had his back to them.

The idea was good, and Qin Wei indeed did not turn back.

What rolled to their feet was a flashbang grenade.

Under the blinding white light, the villains covered their eyes and shoved each other together.

The ringleader, seeing his men fall one after another, frantically changed bullets.

Faster, faster!

Just as he loaded the last bullet and fired it into the cylinder, a pen pierced his wrist. Blood gushed from his wrist like a burst water pipe, staining the snow beneath his feet crimson.

The revolver fell and disappeared into the snowdrift.

Qin Wei approached the other person through the crunching snow and pulled out his pen without hesitation.

Ever since nearly losing his life by missing a sticky bomb at the underground amusement park, Qin Wei has been practicing throwing objects diligently. In addition, Dick had personally taught him the techniques before leaving, so his skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

Qin Wei initially looked down on projectiles, thinking they were merely inferior substitutes for firearms. However, after learning how to use them, he discovered that they were sometimes much more useful than firearms.

Silent and stealthy, with a significantly shorter attack animation than drawing and aiming, this weapon often achieves unexpected results in high-skill combat where every millisecond counts.

"I've never considered myself a gangster godfather."

Qin Wei slowly turned the pen cap back on, glancing warily at the man trembling and wailing in the snow.

"I'm just like you, someone driven mad by this city."

He left the alley, not forgetting to tear down the wanted poster with a matchstick horse head on the wall before he left.

Upon returning to the mansion, Qin Wei saw a hooded man being escorted into a carriage by two Romans as soon as he entered the gate.

The man was about the same height as Qin Wei, but his physique was much stronger. His well-fitting white suit was spotless, perfectly outlining his imposing inverted triangle figure.

As the two passed each other, Qin Wei clearly heard the man under the hood snort coldly.

Qin Wei had previously mentioned that he would find a plastic surgeon for Harvey, and this task was entrusted to Royce.

The two parties agreed to meet for a check-up today, so the man just now must be the plastic surgeon Royce found.

To prevent the other party from finding the secret base, wearing hoods during transport was a basic procedure, and Qin Wei had no doubts about it.

But what about that "humph"?