I Play DC Hero In Marvel Chapter 27: Winston: I want to report!

"Winston, it's the first time we meet, out of respect, do you need me to introduce myself?"

Anton walked slowly towards Winston, revealing the lower half of his face with a smile that was not a smile.

Winston never expected that Anton would be able to crack the code to enter this safe house, he hurriedly put down the wine glass and pointed his gun at Anton.

At this time, the armor on Anton's body was not stained with blood, and it was still dark and not shiny.

But he killed all the way to this place, I don't know how many people's bones were broken, and how many people were hammered to the point of paralysis.

Winston is stressed and sweaty on his forehead.

Knowing that the gun in his hand has no effect on the man in armor in front of him, he is reluctant to put it down.

"The Continental Hotel has been established for so many years, and you are the first person to break into it."

He pretended to be calm and said sternly: "Batman, I don't care who you are, this is the Continental Hotel, under the jurisdiction of the High Table. If you kill me, you will not only offend all the killers in New York City's underground, but also offend all the underground killers in New York City. The high table."

"This is not a conciliatory attitude."

Anton looked at Winston with a calm tone, which made the latter feel chills.

Winston understood that this could not be done well.

In other words, both parties understand that even if Anton lets go of Winston now, Winston will complain to the High Table afterwards.

"What the **** are you going to do?"

Winston looked ugly.

"Vengeance!"

Anton is very calm: "You send someone to kill me, I will take revenge, isn't this reasonable?"

"I sent someone to kill you?"

Winston was stunned, dumbfounded.

Suddenly I understand that this is a sin made before, and it belongs to the capsize in the gutter.

"How can you let me go."

Winston calms down.

He saw that the man in front of him didn't seem to have any intention of killing him.

"Life Foundation."

Anton spoke clearly and spit out these words.

Winston's eyes widened, remembering his last assignment not long ago today, before John Wick retired.

"You are..."

He had an epiphany, and his face was incredulous.

Under the cold eyes of the other party, he didn't say the name.

…

After a while.

The hour hand is ticking and it is midnight.

Die hoo hoo!

A swarm of police cars crowded in front of the Continental Hotel.

Not far away, is a group of reporters with cameras in hand, eagerly filming the scene.

The reporters looked excited.

They're usually quick-witted, with a solid background in the Continental Hotel, and they're in a neighborhood of their own in Manhattan, where no one dared to shoot anywhere before.

Although I know it's filthy here, most of you are journalists for the sake of eating, not to die.

Today is different.

They were specially invited to come here, and the police cleared the way.

Is the Continental Hotel down?

Who's to blame?

A group of people were extremely excited. This was a big news that shocked New York, and it was worth at least a thousand prizes to take back.

So, in full view, a group of police officers shot into the Continental Hotel.

After a long while, the police took dozens of seriously injured killers covered in blood, walked out of the hotel, and threw them directly into the prison van.

During the process, the reporter did not hear the sound of gunfire at all.

The whole area is dead silent.

So, where did these blood-soaked killers get their injuries?

The reporters were thoughtful.

However, after returning home, all the manuscripts were written to the effect of "New York police work together to capture gangsters", without exception.

Little did they know, even the police were shocked when they walked into the Continental Hotel.

There are downed killers and gang members everywhere.

Judging from the equipment scattered by these people, if there is a real fight, I am afraid that only the National Guard will be dispatched to easily destroy them.

Give this to the police, and the police will say there is nothing they can do.

They never think they'll live long.

"Where did this guy come from?"

I was patrolling in Manhattan before, and I happened to see Anton playing Batman. He rushed to the police officer without looking back, vaguely aware of the clue, and secretly stunned.

It's a big deal.

The above call went directly from New York City Hall to the police department.

Police Chief George Stacey had to rush to the Continental Hotel after leaving get off work.

As a senior police officer, he certainly knows a lot about the Continental Hotel.

It didn't matter before because I couldn't control it.

Over the years New York City has been established, many rules have already been formed.

George is not stupid.

On the contrary, he can sit in the position of the NYPD chief, only because he has justice in his heart and tough tactics, on the other hand, because he knows that the rules of the underground can only be solved by the underground.

It's like a proverb: Magic must be defeated by magic.

A person on the ground like him, who insists on being contaminated with the filth of the ground, will only be thankless and make a mess.

Of course, when the opportunity is presented to you, the credit should not be given in vain.

"Batman..."

George had a headache thinking about the situation reported by the police officers under him.

During this time, the law and order in New York City is not very good, and the complaints from the police department have piled up.

Here comes another Batman!

A movie character? !

After this battle, George doesn't think this person is playing role-playing.

"Go and find out who Batman really is."

He instructed the police officers around him: "Also, write a report to the city hall. We cannot take the credit for this time alone."

"Understood, don't worry, Director."

The subordinate patted his chest: "I am the best at writing a report."

Talking room.

A embarrassed figure with an old face walked out of the Continental Hotel.

When George saw this man, he squinted his eyes and greeted him with a smirk. He asked consolingly, "Mr. Winston, there is such a serious gang fight in the Continental Hotel, and we also found a killer wanted by the police in the hotel. It's great to see you're all right in such a dangerous place."

When Winston heard this, his face became more and more gloomy.

Seeing that his Continental Hotel was surrounded by police, he glanced over the prison van outside the hotel, and there was a hint of heartache in his eyes.

This is his hard work for many years.

Most of it disintegrated at one time.

After today, the Continental Hotel may become a laughing stock.

Fortunately, the name of the Continental Hotel was kept.

According to the agreement, the high table will naturally go to that person, so as not to remove his power.

"Director George, I have something to tell you."

Winston took a deep breath.

"I want to report!"

He followed George outside the Continental Hotel. In front of a group of reporters, he spoke decisively and in a high-pitched tone: "These people are sent by the Life Foundation. Those San Francisco people want to destroy my hotel."

"What?"

George's eyes widened.

He never imagined that ~IndoMTL.com~ would hear this from Winston's mouth.

Aren't these **** people all yours?

Life Foundation!

How could a bunch of San Francisco people come to New York to make trouble!

Do you really think the NYPD is vegetarian?

George wanted to curse, but in front of reporters, he couldn't say anything at all, so he could only squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying.

He spoke righteously and gritted his teeth: "You said, I will definitely seek justice for you."

"The Life Foundation and the Continental Hotel have no grievances. Their purpose is to take revenge on the Daily Bugle."

In front of the camera, Winston showed a well-known expression and said solemnly: "As for the reason, everyone knows it."

"But why are they making trouble at the Continental Hotel?" George asked.

"You have to ask the Life Foundation!"

Winston casually threw the question back, gnashing his teeth as well, and the hatred on his face was definitely not a fake.

"There's no need for me to lie about this. After all, the Life Foundation is the culprit!"

He came to a conclusion on the matter, word by word.

George was stunned and saw that Winston was not lying. This guy really thought the Life Foundation was the culprit.

But this is inconsistent with the information I got!

You are clearly Batman who appeared out of nowhere, how is it related to the Life Foundation again?

Shouldn't you hate Batman?

The second monk George was confused.

Swoosh!

At this time, a gust of wind blew.

"Look!"

Someone glanced up, full of horror, pointed at the figure on the top floor of the Continental Hotel, and exclaimed, "What is that?"