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When Donton jumped out of the car, a machine gun flew past his nose and accurately nailed the engine of a police car.

Seeing more and more big guys, the chasing police were completely confused. They quickly stopped the car and then escaped from the car.

While fleeing in panic, the leading police kept shouting into the intercom.

"This is not a case we can handle. Damn it, they even drove out the tanks!

I need support, no no no, I don't need support. No matter how much support we get, we can't knock down the fucking tanks with bullets!

Hurry up and call the mayor. We have to get the National Guard involved, or even call the nearest aircraft carrier!

Fuck, why are there so many tanks in this city? I haven't seen tanks in Gotham for almost 20 years. I even thought I went back to Gotham 20 years ago. Fuck!!!"

After hanging up the intercom, the police timidly hid in various nearby stores.

Facing the gazes of countless onlookers, the police raised their pistols awkwardly, and then asked the citizens to see what was driving outside.

Faced with the police's explanation, the citizens were silent for a moment, and then pointed at the vehicles outside the store that were quickly charging towards the tanks.

The citizens' attitude was very clear. They felt that the police were not as brave as those charging vehicles.

And those charging vehicles...

"Donton, please accept our interview!"

"Don, it was you who defeated Falcone's rule over Gotham, right, or are you really Falcone's illegitimate child?

Falcone went to the other side of the ocean once during the establishment of diplomatic relations between Ping Pong and Taiwan. Are you the child he left behind at that time?"

"Ghost, Fish Mooney kidnapped hundreds of middle school students, including homosexuals, blacks, Mexicans, Indians, and many girls, but no Asians, so was she kidnapped under your orders?"

"Fuck you!"

Donton originally didn't intend to pay attention to this group of reporters, but who knew that a reporter would ask him such a question.

So, he directly dragged the reporter who asked the last question in front of him with countless cameras.

"How can I know who that Fish bitch kidnapped? God knows why there are no Asians in this high school in Gotham!

If you ask me, instead of asking me this kind of question, you might as well ask the fucking Fish Mooney directly!"

As soon as the voice fell, Donton threw the reporter to the front of Victor Zass's car.

"Zasz, tie this guy to your bumper, and then you fucking take this bastard to Fish and beat the group of Yakuza who besieged him in half!

By the way, don't forget to let this son of a bitch repeat the question he asked me to Fish again!"

After saying that, Donton kicked hard and nailed the reporter directly to the front face of the Aston Martin...

Puff!

The reporter vomited a large mouthful of blood and internal organs.

After a brief retreat, the other media around him swarmed over again, aiming their long guns and short guns at the reporter and shooting crazily.

Looking at the breathless reporters, Victor sneered and nodded.

"I know, Boss, I'll take him to Evanston High School right now!"

After the voice fell, Zas waved to the helicopter in the sky, and immediately a helicopter dropped the towing rope.

Gah...!!!

When more pickup trucks stopped beside Zas, Zas called enough people to hang the Aston Martin with reporters on the helicopter.

"Let's go, guys, let's blow all the Yakuza in Akhara to pieces!"

At this point, tanks and helicopters rushed to Evanston High School, and 80% of the reporters followed them.

After Zas left, Bartel finally got out of the armored vehicle and came to Donton.

"Boss, where are we going next?"

"We? No, it's you, man!"

Listening to Bartel's words, Donton laughed and patted Bartel on the shoulder.

"Today is your day to shine, Bartel!

Take the rest of the people and go to Blackgate Prison to get rid of all the bastards who are causing trouble there!"

"Yes, sir!"

Bartel nodded heavily, and then rushed to Blackgate Prison with the rest of the people surrounded by countless thugs.

The police cars parked on the road were directly crushed by the tanks, and the few armored vehicles that the special police rarely drove were also greeted by the tanks.

Just as the backs of Bartel and others gradually disappeared, more cheers and roars of engines gradually approached.

Following the direction of the sound, Donton turned his head and saw dozens of big nai ni standing in countless convertibles and swaying non-stop.

"Wow!"

"Ha!"

"I saw the mayor's daughter!"

"What is this...?"

The remaining reporters were also shocked by the picture of luxury cars and nai ni, and they quickly turned the camera over there.

As they shifted the camera, a Maybach stopped beside Downton, and Ozwald got out of the passenger seat and grinned at Downton.

"Don!"

He said.

"Boss Falcone left unexpectedly, and our family is facing a major crisis. Only people like you can lead us out of the predicament!"

"Don't be good to me, I'm just a symbol. Even without me, you can still be arrogant in Gotham for a while with these big guys!"

Donton patted Ozwald on the shoulder, and then sat in the back seat of the Maybach with him.

Taking the tequila handed over by Ozwald, Donton drank it while Ozwald continued.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be the one leading those big guys. I told you that I was just a looker."

"Not now, man, it's a waste of your brain to look after the scene.

For people like you, you should work with me to make this stall bigger, haha!"

Donton interrupted Ozwald and patted Ozwald on the shoulder.

After getting Donton's guarantee, Ozwald was immediately overjoyed.

"I knew it, Don, I knew you would appreciate me. We have worked together before, right?

Compared to me, Fish is too neurotic and has no bottom line, and Maroni is too greedy. He only knows how to fish in a pond, and doesn't know how much benefit a stable business environment can bring him that he can't earn in his lifetime selling white powder.

I have made too many suggestions to Falcone, but I have always been just a fly swatter he used to slap Fish and Maroni in the face. He has never taken my ability seriously!

Only you understand me, Don, you have never looked down on me from the beginning, I fucking love you so much!"

Speaking of this, Ozwald was very moved and held Donton's hand.

But...

When Ozwald was holding his left hand, he suddenly took out a gun from his arms with his right hand.

While pointing the muzzle of the gun at Ozwald, who stood aside in a blink of an eye, Donton pulled out his left hand and patted his shoulder again.

"You're right. Fish and Maroni are not as good as you, whether in ability or courage.

It's incredible that Liv is a member of the Court of Owls, but no matter what kind of shit she is, she is a woman I have fucked.

You guessed it right. I really don't care about Liv's life or death. Who the hell cares about an owl?

But I care whether you have enough respect for me.

You should at least ask my opinion about what happened today, but why didn't I receive your call?

If you can't find my phone number, it means you are incompetent.

And if you don't believe that I can make a decision that you approve of, haha, are you looking down on me?

Do you think I will be controlled by a pair of thorns?

Do you think her skirt will be trimmed with gold?"

Bang!

The bullet shot through Ozwald's lame leg fiercely.

"Ahhh!"

Accompanied by Ozwald's screams, Donton pressed his left hand on the wound on his calf.

While inserting his fingers into the cavity where the bullet was shot and stirring it continuously, Downton continued.

"This is to remind you, and by the way, it is also my gift to you, Ozwald.

From now on, if anyone dares to talk about your lame leg in front of you, even if that person is the mayor of Gotham, you can proudly smash his head and tear off his ear to tell him.

This leg has never been your natural defect, but a mark left for you tonight by the dead soul out of recognition of you!

Look, Ozwald, I will be much better than Falcone.

As long as I feel your respect, I will always protect you, and I will spare no effort.

But no matter what, you must remember, don't let me down.

Because I am also much better than Falcone in killing, hehe!"

I received a message from the editor today, and our Downton will be on the shelves on Sunday!

July 21st, that is, at 12 noon this Sunday, bosses, we will see you there or not!

In addition, please lend me some monthly tickets first!

Tickets!