It was rainy season at this time, with drizzling drizzles floating in the sky, hitting pedestrians' faces, which was extremely stormy. The sky was always gloomy and dark clouds were covered with layers of clouds surrounding Gotham City. Looking up, the boundless dark clouds seemed to have a thrilling sense of oppression.

When Gotham citizens travel on their daily lives, they put on umbrellas, and complained from time to time, cursing about the hateful weather. Gotham City in the rainy season makes citizens feel even more irritable. Every time this weather is the time when the crime rate soars.

"This damn weather, you have to be fully armed every day when you go out. It's really troublesome." The citizens who spoke quietly put their hands on the pistol at their waists, which made him feel at ease. Gotham in the rainy season really made the weak people unable to let go, and they were very worried about the safety of their lives and property.

"Don't you always come like this every year? What's there to complain about?" A homeless man was trembling with cold. He used a lot of effort to ignite the waste in the broken oil barrel and roast the fire comfortably. He listened to the pedestrian's curse, opened his big yellow teeth and made an ugly laugh.

This is an old homeless man. His life journey is the development and change history of Gotham City over the past few decades. He has experienced the horrific era of Falcone, witnessed the rise of the mysterious of the heroic shadow, and witnessed the Dark Knight and the terrifying enemy called "Shadow Warriors Alliance" [Bayi Chinese Network www.x81zw.xyz], which is a tragic battle. Gotham City, with a population of tens of millions, is shrouded in the shadow of the Dark Knight.

This old homeless man is a living history of Gotham City.

The pedestrian looked at the time, thought about it, and came over to cook the fire together. The weather really made him very cold, and his hands and feet were almost unconscious. The homeless man made a gesture to him and smiled at him. The pedestrian cursed again, handed over ten dollars, and the homeless man took it happily, which made a space for the pedestrian.

“The clothes are good!”

The pedestrian pushed his glasses that were blurred by the rain, and then he found that the torn tramp was actually wearing an expensive mink coat. Although the clothes were damaged in many places, it should be because the homeless man had worn them for a long time. The pedestrian works in the Wayne Group and is a person who knows the goods. His boss Bruce Wayne likes to wear this kind of clothes that cost thousands of dollars a piece, which is very stylish. He can't afford this kind of hard work.

The homeless man added another handful of garbage to the broken oil barrel as fuel. When he heard the pedestrians talk about the clothes, he was a little proud. This was one of the few glorious history in his life.

"I said it was given to me by Bruce Wayne, do you believe it? That day was very similar to the current situation, and it was raining. Bruce Wayne came out of a noble restaurant with a bruised nose and a swollen face. I rarely let him burn the fire for free at one time - I didn't recognize any noble young master Bruce. He and us are two worlds, right? But when Bruce roasted the fire, he gave me this dress as a reward, and there were a lot of tips."

The tramp gestured, recalling the scene of that day with a happy expression, he continued, "And one day, the man appeared - the Dark Knight named 'Batman', who traveled at night like a ghost. That day he knocked down a criminal and gave me a thumbs up! He praised me and said 'The clothes are good!' How about it, I can't believe it, Batman praised me too!"

The homeless man cherished his coat tightening, and a drop of rain fell on it. The homeless man hurriedly wiped it with his dark fingers, looking heartbroken.

The pedestrian was a little suspicious. The clothes were given by his boss, and he could barely believe them. Bruce has always been so unruly and has done all kinds of ridiculous things, which is exactly the same as Tony Stark of New York City. But what if Batman praised his clothes?! Hahaha... Do you think I am a fool? That mysterious Dark Knight will always appear in places with criminals. Where can I have time to talk to a homeless man?

The citizens of Gotham City are proud to have Batman. When Batman appears, citizens can always fall asleep peacefully. But various official institutions and dark forces are so angry that they grit their teeth. This big bastard who doesn’t know who is destroys their transactions again and again. He destroys the drug and weapons transactions of the gang, destroys the bribery of public officials, and destroys the financial paths of many people. This bond is too big.

But no one has ever been able to catch this guy, never.

"What? Don't you believe it? What I said is true! I really talked to the Dark Knight. Old Jack never lies, everyone knows it!" The homeless man was a little anxious, slapped the oil barrel angrily, blushed his face and spoke roughly with his neck. This is his most glorious history, and some people don't believe it?!

The homeless man grabbed the pedestrian and chatted. The black hands mixed with rain and sludge touched it and left a conspicuous handprint on the pedestrian's suit, like a child's graffiti.

"Okay, I believe, I believe!" The pedestrian raised his hands and surrendered, with a look of disgust, "I believe it, right? Compared to this, I care more about Bruce's affairs. He is my parents for food and clothing. Batman and so on, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Master Bruce... He is a great charity! We poor people all rely on Master Bruce to survive! I heard that the people from the Stark Group came over, and the two sides wanted to exchange military technology..." The homeless man raised his voice and stared at the pedestrian meaningfully. One hand had already stretched out, rubbed his index finger and thumb, and made a move to count money.

The pedestrian glared at the little greedy homeless man, leaving without looking back. Just kidding, he is an employee of Wayne Group! How could he not know that when Stark Group sent someone? It's ridiculous! Anyway, he's already warmed up, and he has to hurry up to go to work...

Behind, the homeless sighed regretfully, and the pedestrians accelerated their pace and walked faster. He didn't want to stay here for a second.

As well as world-renowned giants, it is not rare to cooperate with each other. Moreover, the two are not competitive. Stark Group has been focusing on military industry for 50 years, while Wayne Company's high technology is only part of its many industries, and its tentacles extend to all walks of life.

Officials of the Business Department of Gotham City and CEO of Wayne Group stood at the port early to wait. This kind of broken-size welcome behavior is not abrupt if it is treated by Stark Group. The other party is no less than its own giant, the trillion-group Stark!
Chapter completed!