aircannonsinc Chapter 122 19: "I KNOW YOU!"
Chapter 122 19: "I KNOW YOU!"
Chapter 122 19: "I KNOW YOU!"
(The 18 chapters that were reviewed yesterday have been released.)
The other prostitutes hurriedly dispersed, but Shirley remained standing there.
The two were divorced, but they still loved each other deeply. When she saw Johnny standing at the crossroads, grinning foolishly at her, the woman lowered her head and laughed out loud. She tied her hair up, revealing the bruises on her cheekbones, and as the next traffic light turned on, she crossed the noisy, windswept street, opened her arms, and hugged the man tightly.
Qin Wei was always happy to see this scene. He took a few steps back and sat back in the car, giving the unfortunate couple some space so they wouldn't be disturbed.
"nailed it?"
Oswald's voice rang out from his phone, "Yes, it's really not easy."
"I don't understand. If we're just troubled by money, we can simply use money to bribe people. Why go through all this trouble, going undercover just to be a spiritual mentor and solve problems for gang members?"
"Johnny's daughter is still in the Joker's hands. If we don't let him see hope, he'll never understand reality. And this hope comes partly from us, and partly from his own realization."
Although his initial motivation was selfish, Qin Wei indirectly guided a lost soul to its destination. He rested his chin on his hand, gazing at the couple embracing in the dead of night, and murmured to himself:
"Save Gotham, save the poor people—though I don't want to do it, fate has been leading me forward."
"Do you think even wicked people deserve to be saved?"
He seemed to be asking someone, or perhaps talking to himself.
"Matchstick Marlon—oh no, perhaps I should call you Mr. Wei."
Holding Shirley's hand, Johnny bowed deeply to Qin Wei inside the car.
"I've deceived your feelings for so long, don't you hate me?" Qin Wei raised an eyebrow and smiled knowingly.
"I hate you, but I'm also grateful. I've thought about it for a long time and finally decided to help you. I'll find a suitable opportunity to meet the Joker, but in the meantime, please grant me two requests."
Johnny's two requests were simple: kill the Joker and rescue his daughter, Flint.
Qin Wei had thought he'd have to use his persuasive skills to convince Johnny, but the man was surprisingly insightful, having already untied the knots in his mind while beating up Snakehead. In return, Qin Wei solemnly swore an oath, staking his reputation as the gang's godfather.
His undercover career thus came to an end, but it wasn't entirely over; much follow-up work awaited him.
Qin Wei first called Royce to inquire about Matchstick Malone's situation. Upon learning of the incident at the Dream Casino, he widened his eyes and whistled. Those guys were practically blatantly trying to find out his identity; their overbearing, almost rude, behavior made Qin Wei almost imagine the anxious face of the mastermind behind it all.
Who are you? Falcone, "Alfred," or the Court of Owls, or perhaps you are all one?
Putting the mind-bending question aside for the moment, Qin Wei sent Royce to pick up Shirley. Frankly, although the possibility was slim, he had to prevent the woman from tipping off the Joker.
As for that snakehead under Falcone's command.
Please, let Oswald handle this kind of extramarital affair. Frankly, it's just an internal Roman problem.
It's not his turn to step forward yet.
Finally, there were the street surveillance cameras. Although the chances of them exploding were low, Qin Wei still made a call to Gordon.
"You've gotten yourself into trouble again?"
"What do you mean 'again'! My dear chief, he just got drunk and accidentally beat up a few thugs."
"I can find someone to help you delete it, but I will personally verify it beforehand. If you accidentally kill someone, I will arrest you according to the law!" Gordon was still the same upright Gordon, but this time he did not correct Qin Wei's habit of calling him "Chief".
Because he has now truly become the acting bureau chief.
"Give my regards to Brock and Harvey." This was Qin Wei's usual routine.
"We're doing fine now! Perhaps Alberto's protection worked; we haven't received any more death threats since the evidence was taken away." Gordon sighed, paused for a moment, and then added the second half of his sentence:
"But I always feel like trouble is coming soon."
"Yes, the big one is coming! Let's hope that each of us can survive this raging tsunami."
Back at his temporary residence in the East District, Qin Wei washed away the smell of alcohol and left a trail of wet footprints on the floor around the bathtub.
He tried calling Floyd, and the call connected in a second at 2:30 a.m., proving that Gotham people are all night owls.
"Mr. Wei! Is there another job?" Floyd lowered his voice on the other end of the phone, and a heavy hissing sound came from the receiver. Presumably, this guy was hiding on some high-rise rooftop, peering at someone's window.
"Is the paintbrush set I gave you still working well?"
Qin Wei didn't rush to talk about business. Casual conversation could shorten the distance between the two of them. He had always wanted to bring Death Shooter into the team.
"It works wonderfully. I've drawn a portrait of each of us, and I'll show it to you next time we meet. By the way—" Freud changed the subject.
"Recently, there have been a lot of bounties in the bar. Those anonymous employers are eager to retrieve their dirty secrets, and the bounty prices are still rising. Although the money they offer is not enough to sway some top mercenaries, some people have already started to take action, like... sorry, I can't say any more."
"I understand! Let's not talk about this anymore. Come to my place tomorrow. I have a small job, a million US dollars. Same old rules, no outside work."
"Roger that!" Freud's voice sounded excited.
After experiencing this thrilling and dangerous mission, a mysterious switch within Freud was flipped, and he discovered that he didn't hate being a mercenary, but rather the monotonous life.
He enjoyed following Wei through thick and thin, and of course, the team's quirky atmosphere was also great. On ordinary days, a group of seemingly unreliable guys were always arguing and bickering, but they were exceptionally united in crucial moments.
He hadn't felt the warmth of home for a long time since his loved ones were killed in a gang shootout.
Floyd decided that if Welsh invited him to join, he would resign from his position at HIVE.
After hanging up the phone, Qin Wei nestled comfortably on the sofa.
The room still seemed to retain Selena's scent. He knew he shouldn't let his hormones cloud his judgment, but he still sent her a text message as if possessed.
I'm alone in the house right now.
Why not call? Because he enjoys savoring the feeling of Zhixin while waiting, like a wine swirling on his taste buds, a blend of sweetness and astringency. Some things are more exhilarating than physical intimacy; this is the biggest difference between humans and animals.
Abbreviation: self-play.
After a while, my phone, which was lying next to me, vibrated.
Disappointingly, the caller was Gordon.
"Hello wow~"
Qin Wei dragged out his words, sounding weak and listless.
"It seems you don't want to hear my voice."
"No, that's not true, my dear Chief Gordon. Calling so late, did the surveillance cameras take care of it for me?"
"The surveillance footage is indeed taken down, but I didn't do it; someone has already deleted it for you—"
Before Gordon could finish speaking, the call suddenly dropped, and then the phone began to heat up intensely, with mosaic-like light spots jumping across the screen.
Thinking someone had planted a bomb, Qin Wei was so frightened that he threw his phone away. But the thing landed on the sofa and didn't explode; it just went black.
Immediately afterwards, a line of glaring, bright red text appeared on the screen.
"I know you!"