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Chapter 136, Section 33: The Birth of a Two-Faced Man

Chapter 136, Section 33: The Birth of a Two-Faced Man

"Actually, you don't need to report the number after every shot. I won't shortchange you."

"Sorry, boss, it's just a professional habit. But I really should change it. I just submitted my resignation to HIVE a few days ago, and I'm no longer a mercenary."

"So, from what stand are you helping me?" Qin Wei's laughter came through the earpiece.

"Friends or comrades? Who knows? My gut tells me that following you will always lead to great work. First it was the clown, what will it be next, a flying alien?" While chatting with Qin Wei, Freud was diligently clearing out the corrupt cops on the ground.

With the help of this bug-level sniper, the battle situation immediately took a huge turn. Whenever the corrupt cop dared to peek out, a precise and deadly bullet would be fired at him.

In just a few minutes, the number of corrupt police officers killed by the Deadshot exceeded the number of casualties during the tug-of-war with the gang.

Officer Carls knew there was a tough guy hiding up there, but several snipers he sent out never returned. With the gang's encirclement closing in, they had no choice but to retreat to the side of the street while throwing smoke grenades.

Just then, Carls's phone rang.

"Hey, I saw you guys on TV look like you're in trouble!"

The man on the other end of the line was breathing heavily and rapidly, mixed with the woman's wanton moans.

Hearing the continuous, seductive screams, Karls was filled with rage.

"George! You said you'd help us, that's why I secretly let you out!"

"Don't rush, my darling, prison life is driving me crazy—. Mmmmmm—. Ah!!!!!" A satisfied groan was followed by the sound of clothes being put on over the phone. "I'm all set here, hang in there, just don't get shot in the head before that happens!"

Enraged, Carl smashed his phone and, surrounded by the remaining three corrupt cops, disappeared into the alley.

This protracted battle ended in a gang victory, with fifteen police cars destroyed, nearly half of the police fleet. Predictably, the demobilized police, lacking sufficient vehicles, would struggle to effectively intercept the bomb buses scattered throughout Gotham City, giving Qin Wei more time for the rescue.

After replenishing his ammunition, Harvey handed over command of the young officer to Brock and pursued the fleeing corrupt police officers alone. During the previous tug-of-war, he keenly realized that the corrupt police's leader, Carls, was on the other side; otherwise, the corrupt police group would not have gone to such lengths to provide support.

Therefore, he decided to press his advantage and launch a decapitation strike. If he could kill Karl, the corrupt police group would be leaderless.

Under the cover of the deadly shooter's fire, he traversed the streets and ventured into the alleyways.

It was 8:30 p.m. The alley, hidden in the blind spot of the streetlights, exuded an unsettling aura of death. Harvey wasn't sure whether the other party had gone deep into the alley or was lying in ambush at the entrance. He turned on his flashlight, took a deep breath, and stepped into the darkness through the slippery snow.

After his wife Greta's death, a strong sense of self-destruction took hold of Harvey's mind, so he didn't take anyone with him on this dangerous mission.

Just like Johnny, the pitiful man who couldn't let go of his ex-wife and daughter and was ultimately destroyed by the Joker, Harvey is now living for a single obsession—to wipe out Gotham. If he can't, he at least wants to do something more for the people of this city.

There wasn't much snow in the alley, and the melting snow water seeped into the gaps in the shoes, spreading from the toes to the insteps until it soaked through the entire body.

The trash can lid suddenly began to shake eerily in the quiet alley, the clinking sound tugging at Harvey's sensitive nerves. He gripped his gun and approached the trash can step by step.

Upon lifting the lid, several unusually large rats darted into the depths of the box.

Harvey breathed a sigh of relief.

But my heart, which had just settled down, started racing again after passing the trash can.

There was a person hiding behind the bucket!

The moment Harvey caught a glimpse of the other man out of the corner of his eye, he stumbled backward and crashed into the wall, raising his rifle and aiming it at his opponent.

"who!"

But the other party did not respond to him.

The disheveled scavenger huddled in a cardboard box soaked in snowmelt. He seemed to have no hostility towards Harvey, lazily raising his head to shield his eyes from the flashlight beam.

The series of shocks left Harvey feeling exhausted, and he moved the gun away.

"A few guys just came in. Did they escape?" He glanced at the exit and then at the alley corner, trying to get an answer from the scavenger.

But the other person remained silent, only weakly shaking their head.

"Thank you!"

Harvey took out his wallet and put all the money inside into the Qiqiao cardboard box.

But just as he turned to leave, two sharp, menacing gazes shot out from beneath his disheveled, filthy blond hair.

The scavenger, seemingly drawn from nowhere, grabbed a brick and struck Harvey on the back of the head.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the Knight of Light collapsed, the blood gushing from the back of his head spreading and infecting the puddles in the alley.

"Harvey Dent, I'm so sorry to have shown you my wolf-fox appearance on our first meeting."

A hoarse, low laugh echoed through the alley. Harvey, still dazed, reached for his gun, but the scavenger kicked him, breaking his hand.

Ah!

"Yes, that's it. Scream! Suffer!! These wounds are nothing compared to what you've given me."

The scavenger ran his fingers through his bangs as he lifted his hair.

Maroni's gaunt face was plastered with a maniacal grin.

After losing the information on the kidnapping of Gotham's political figures, Maroney fell from his throne overnight, from a glamorous Mafia leader to a pariah.

The dynasty he built over the years through despicable means such as extortion and blackmail collapsed, and every brick that crumbled fell heavily on him. Unable to find friends or lodging anywhere, he was forced to join the Qiqiao Gang and live among scavengers who he would never normally see.

This was a great humiliation for him. For the past six months, he had been thinking about revenge every moment, revenge against Oswald who betrayed him, revenge against Qin Wei, and revenge against Harvey who promulgated the Dante Act.

His intense emotions had driven him to madness until Harvey spoke, and the familiar voice he had heard on television brought him back to his senses.

Harvey fell into a coma due to a head injury.

Maroni turned the victim over so that he could clearly see every change in his enemy's expression as he slit his throat.

But when he saw that resolute and flawless face, an inexplicable rage burned within him once more.

"Why, Harvey! Why are you still provoking me even now?!"

Maroni pinned Xavi down and pulled a dagger from Xavi's tactical belt.

"Everyone has two faces. You've worn this detestable mask for far too long. Let me see your true face!"