NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1 This is Gotham
"Give me a gun."
Downton opened the door of the gun store, and before he could step into the store, he said to the bald boss who was reading a newspaper in front of the bar.
Hearing Downton's voice, the bald boss raised his eyelids and let his gaze fall on the visitor through the old lenses.
"You don't look like someone who has money to pay the bills. Should I give you the gun?"
The boss put down the newspaper and frowned as he glanced at Downton's rags.
He was really in tatters. Thick blood stains and holes from gunshots covered his linen shirt and casual pants. The boss could even see his leg hair through the pants.
As for his trouser pockets, they were extremely flat and obviously empty.
Seeing the bald boss looking at him, Downton stepped forward noncommittally and came to stand in front of the bar.
"If you want me to pay, at least let me see the gun!"
Downton raised his hand and knocked on the bar, and continued to speak to the boss.
"A pistol will do. You should be able to tell that I'm in a hurry."
"Oh, that's true.
Is it a pistol? I should get you a Glock, but that's too common. I know what a guy like you would prefer. "
Looking into Downton's calm eyes, the bald boss always felt like he saw a blazing fire.
Somehow, the boss suddenly had more expectations, so he took out two of his treasured pistols from under the bar.
"M1911 and MarkXIX modifications, old guys like us like these old objects, especially the stability of the former and the large caliber of the latter.
These two are old antiques that I treasure. Since I don’t usually have many customers, I can give you a discount. "
As he spoke, the boss filled the two guns with bullets.
Seeing that his boss actually started loading bullets, Downton couldn't help but murmur.
"Old man, you've done a good job and loaded the bullets for me. Aren't you afraid that I'll grab the gun and kill you?"
“This is Gotham, young man, why do you think I can shoot a store at such an old age?
If you want, then go ahead and do it, and I will always be faster than you! "
The boss responded to Downton, and then placed two loaded guns in front of Downton.
His hands were firmly pressed on the two loaded guns.
It can be seen that if Downton makes any changes, the boss can kill Downton with a gun at any time.
But even so, Downton still pushed away the boss's left hand and forcibly lifted the MarkXIX and loaded it.
At the same time, the bald boss had already picked up the M1911 and aimed the gun at Downton's chest.
Facing the boss's muzzle, Downton grinned.
“I already have a gun, why should I pay the bill?
Boss, please respect the gadgets you sold me. "
As soon as he finished speaking, Downton pointed his gun at the boss's head.
Seeing this, the bald boss pointed the gun at Downton twice.
"Since you and my son are similar in age, I can give you another chance to organize your words, and I also want to give you a piece of advice.
There is no shortage of bad guys with guns in Gotham. There are already countless gangsters who are high, so why bother with you.
Even though I can see what happened to you, you are still alive and you should cherish life while you are alive, man. "
"Why should we cherish life? Things that can't kill me will only make me stronger, and if they can really kill me, they will make me stronger than ever!
In addition, it turns out that the old product you treasure is the blue Desert Eagle. It seems that you are an old white man with a red neck! "
While responding to his boss's words, Downton stuffed the sand eagle into his waist, turned around and left nonchalantly.
Seeing that Downton didn't care about his threat, the bald boss couldn't help but reveal a funny smile.
"You're being cruel, man, I'll rent that gun to you first.
By the way, I will give you a box of ·44 Magnum bullets. If you are still alive tomorrow, don’t forget to come and check out.
By the way, what's your name? I should know who to ask for money from. "
"Downton, Downton Abbey."
Downton raised his hand to catch the bullet presented by the boss, and then strode towards the store door.
Looking at Downton's back, the bald boss' right hand holding the pistol moved slightly a few times, but in the end, he let Downton walk out.
Just like Gotham has no shortage of bad guys who kill people with guns, Gotham also has no shortage of stores that have been robbed. The bosses have long been accustomed to being robbed and killing the robbers.
But today's robber made the boss a little interested.
"Downton?"
The bald boss grumbled.
“He and I both knew that if I wanted to, I could kill him ten times before he targets me.
Since he doesn't even care about death, why should I care about a gun? "
After the words fell, the bald boss took back his pistol and picked up the newspaper again to read.
Today's newspaper shocked him. Bruce Wayne actually returned to this city after many years.
At the mention of this name, the bald boss's eyes seemed to pass through the wall and fall on the tallest building in the center of Gotham.
That building is called Wayne Tower, just like Gotham can be called Wayne City.
This is Wayne's Gotham!
The Emperor of Gotham is back!
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Downton frowned as he left the gun store. The gloomy weather and heavy rain made it difficult for him to see the signs on the distant streets.
Gotham is always shrouded in clouds and has a typical humid subtropical monsoon climate. Downton doesn't like it here, but Gotham seems to like him.
This morning, Downton was still in his hometown, arranging the community supermarket he had just bought. It was also a thunderstorm day. Downton, who was arranging the goods, traveled here with a thunder.
Because he knew the dangers of Gotham, Downton immediately sought a way out after traveling through time. He first investigated the era he was in.
When he found that there were no superheroes and super villains such as Batman, Superman, and Flash in the newspapers here, Downton immediately had an idea.
He bought a ticket to Metropolis.
Even though Gotham was Downton's first stop after traveling through time, he didn't want to stay in this city for long. Compared with Gotham, Metropolis without Superman is much safer.
As long as he stayed in Metropolis for a few days and then transferred to Washington, he would be safe for a whole few years.
When Washington was no longer safe, he would immigrate to a country like Switzerland where there were few superheroes and super villains.
He had a good idea, but as soon as he got on the bus to Metropolis, the bus was affected by a gunfight between Gotham gangs, and Downton's original coat was also sacrificed in the explosion of the vehicle.
Of course, he himself was also sacrificed.
Gotham is worthy of being Gotham. In just one morning, Downton has tasted the taste of death.
As for now, as he said, those who can't kill him will only make him stronger, and those who have killed him will make him stronger than ever.
Downton, who has never died, may still endure something for the sake of living.
But he who crawled back from death only wanted the person who killed him once to taste the taste of death he had just tasted!
When they used the crossroads as a battlefield and used Downton and the bus he was riding in as a shelter to fire rockets at each other.
Would they have thought that they had crawled out of hell!
Letting the pouring rain hit him, Downton, whose body was constantly heating up, waved his hand and stopped a taxi.
After the car stopped, the driver opened the window, took out his hand holding the gun and shook it at Downton, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at Downton's belt with the gun, and said.
"You better just want a ride, man."
"Of course I want a ride, to where the gunfight just happened, probably near the Gotham Bus Transfer Center, take me there."
Donton responded, and got into the car again with the driver's gun pointed at him, and the driver looked at the bullet holes on his clothes suspiciously.
"There were too many gunfights today, the Italian gangs and the Russian gangs fought each other thoroughly.
Let me think, the bus station is the territory of the Sabatini family, and the area around that belongs to the Sabatini family. He is Falcone's subordinate, you'd better not mess around."
"Drive your car."
Donton urged, and the driver had to nod.
"Okay, I'll leave you about half a block away, hoping I won't be affected by you.
You don't look like an Italian, nor a Russian, so what does that have to do with the gunfight over there?
But it's normal that it has something to do with you. When I first saw you, I felt that you were a dangerous person with nothing. People like you who even have burning eyes are the most dangerous."
"Since you know, drive faster. Are all the taxi drivers in Gotham so talkative?"
Donton urged again, and at the same time took out ten bullets from the bullet box given by the gun store owner and threw them into the arms of the taxi driver.
"I don't have any money in my pocket, so these will be the fare."
The driver laughed immediately after receiving the bullets.
"Magnum bullets are not cheap, the boss is generous, let's go now!"