Day 2 after customs clearance
"Bob, where is he?"
The one-eyed boss spoke in a low voice, he absolutely refused to believe that the suspect could have escaped under his actions. Sester was still in the room before he went upstairs, and in such a short time, such a big living person was gone. Did he grow wings and fly away?
At this moment, the one-eyed leader was very suspicious that his subordinates wanted to challenge his authority.
However, to the one-eyed boss's surprise, what kind of performance art was this? Was he dumbfounded? Or was he just repeating himself? The one-eyed boss looked Bob up and down.
Bob kept repeating, "Jump from the fifth floor? Jump from the fifth floor! Jump from the fifth floor?!"
"Boss, we've probably run into a tough opponent."
The one-eyed leader stuck his head out of the window, but quickly pulled it back in after just one glance.
"Five floors, five floors..." the one-eyed leader muttered repeatedly, wondering how a person could be so powerful that they wouldn't even limp after jumping down.
And how was he supposed to tell the big boss that the ungrateful bastard he'd chosen had jumped off a building to escape the encirclement? Could he give him some more advice on the capture plan? He was afraid that if he said anything, it would not only prove his incompetence but also get him ordered to jump off a building himself. The one-eyed boss looked somber.
There are many wolves and few spots in the high ranks of the gang, and each one is a potential BOSS. A while ago, when fighting for territory with Red Hood, several of them died to make room for others, but the boss stuffed them all in, leaving only one. The one-eyed boss fought his way through five rounds and six generals to get a ticket to the finals...
Should Sam win? No, the one-eyed boss, who wanted to give Sam a good beating the moment he thought of Sam's smug face, resolutely refused. If Sam rose to power, there would be no way for him to survive in the gang.
Those present who knew about the incident felt their spirits plummet as they thought about their own failure. The Black Mask doesn't tolerate idlers; it's either success or death.
Another subordinate, unaware of the inside story, was speechless upon hearing his boss's words, his scarred face contorted in pain:
"Five stories high, he really dared to jump..."
He thought, "No wonder he's a Gothamite." He was agile and daring, but he clearly remembered that Seth was just a gambling addict. However, considering that he had stolen the big boss's goods, five stories might only result in him being smashed to pieces. If he fell into the big boss's hands, he would suffer a fate worse than death. Jack thought it made perfect sense.
"Boss, shall we go after them?" Bob asked hesitantly, having regained his senses.
Sester escaped like a fish swimming into the sea; the longer it went on, the less likely he was to catch up. But he still had to put on a positive attitude in front of the leader.
"Go ahead and chase after them. Do you expect me to do it?" One-Eyed said rudely.
One-Eye is a man who lives on the edge of a knife; what kind of benevolent person could have made a name for himself in the Gotham gangs?
"What are your thoughts?"
The one-eyed man stared at his three underlings as if to test them, but his gaze was mostly fixed on the guy with the afro and the blond hair. The life of a mature team depends on its weaknesses. Bob was barely usable, and he didn't need any stupid cannon fodder. This was the last chance.
As the saying goes, Gotham is full of talented people and never lacks cannon fodder.
Even if Jack and the blond guy were stupid, they could sense that their boss was acting strangely and that the danger alarm was blaring.
"How could we have any ideas? Of course, we do whatever the boss says. The boss is always right."
The blond-haired man fawned over One-Eye, almost pulling up his trouser leg. If One-Eye had said at that moment that Gotham was the metropolis, he wouldn't have refuted it; the loyalty in his brown eyes seemed to overflow.
Jack cursed inwardly. He had already said all the nice things and nonsense. If he said anything similar, he would only annoy his boss. If he failed to please him, he would be finished if he got angry.
Based on the above conditions, Jack decided to pull off a big heist; he wanted to curry favor with the boss.
One-Eye knew what kind of people his men were, but he never imagined they could be so shameless.
When Jack said he was clinging to someone's coattails, he really meant it. Not only was One-Eyed stunned, but even Yellow Hair and Bob were dumbfounded.
In the blink of an eye, the man with the afro knelt down with a thud, and in the next blink, his large hands were already wrapped around the one-eyed man's calf.
"Boss, your will is my action. I'm willing to pave the way for you. I believe that under your brilliant guidance, Sester will definitely be captured..."
One-Eyed endured it for a while, but when he felt the tingling sensation on his calf, the veins on his forehead throbbed. "Shut up! If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute. Do you think I need your flattery? And you dare to disagree with what I say?"
Three pairs of large, fierce yet foolish eyes stared expectantly at the one-eyed leader, as if to say, "Boss, you're no good. Teach me a lesson."
The malice that One-Eye had been harboring in his heart was completely wiped out in an instant. Now his mind was filled with nothing but the thoughts of these blockheads who had no independent thinking ability whatsoever. He wouldn't have realized that such blatant and vulgar flattery if he hadn't been deceived sooner or later and ended up sinking in Gotham Bay.
He was kind-hearted enough to tolerate these fools. Thinking this, One-Eye relaxed a little. A moment later, having convinced himself, One-Eye exuded the comfort of being pleased.
“John, let go!” One-Eye hissed.
John, the blond-haired man, obediently stood up. "Then boss, what about Sester?"
"What do we do?" One-Eye's upturned lips fell again. "If I were you guys, I'd jump into Gotham Bay myself and not even look for a cemetery. Relying on you guys, ha."
“Of course our brilliant boss has a plan. We don’t have his wisdom,” Jack said, crawling to the other side of One-Eye. “It would be great if One-Eye could enlighten us.”
The one-eyed leader glanced at Jack, took out a cigarette, and after Bob lit it, exhaled a puff of smoke and said:
“I had already made arrangements. Sester couldn’t escape this street. We can just wait a little longer and then we can take his body to show for it.”
Grayish-white smoke rose in a winding pattern, and the one-eyed leader's fierce expression sent chills down one's spine.
Bob and the others knew that Sester was finished, and thought that if they were caught, they might still be able to live.
……Can't.
Adrian, who was eavesdropping from the other side of the room by the window, read silently: "The chance of survival in enemy hands is 10/90. Of the 10%, nine out of ten will die and nine will suffer a fate worse than death. They said he would basically be dead in no time."
Exploration difficulty +1
Ignoring the drunkard bound like a caterpillar, Adrian sat on the armrest of the sofa, deep in thought. Was he really just an unemployed bum? How could an ordinary unemployed bum get involved with gang forces, and even be hunted down by them?
After dying countless times, Adrian has to consider the hidden script of the starting character in the game.
Although the street beneath his feet is officially called Block 15 by the network, the system shows that this area, along with another large area, is collectively known as Crime Alley, where crime, poverty, and disease have always been the main themes.
Who would believe that life in 21st-century Gotham is not much different from that of the lower classes in the last century, with no guarantee of life and property safety, and no one would imagine that anyone would be involved with organized crime...
What guessing game did he enter?
However, Adrian's true feelings were betrayed by his inner eagerness.
Taking advantage of the one-eyed leader and his group leaving, Adrian successfully returned to his original spawn point, retrieved the strange brick, smashed it, and a new character avatar appeared:
[Gambling addict]:
You're not a gambling addict; you just want to win one more time. Unfortunately, God and the goddess of fate never favor you. Eventually, you become a notorious gambler. One day, you get a chance to turn things around, but this chance also drags you into hell.
Adrian: ...
It was interesting being a gambler for the first time.
Adrian caught the note that had fallen from the brickwork and focused his attention on the message: [June 20th, 8 PM, sewer in the back alley of Nightshade Bar]
Isn't that tonight?
Adrian glanced at the system time and felt a sense of urgency. There were still three hours left until the deadline on the note, and the Night Bar he knew was three kilometers away from him.
The three-kilometer straight-line distance, the unknown enemies chasing him, and the inherent social dangers meant the journey wouldn't be peaceful. Adrian, dressed in a different outfit and wearing a baseball cap, knew that even with the many challenges on the way to the bar, how could he get the next game clue if he didn't go? There were bound to be plot characters at the bar.
The road was treacherous, and no matter how careful Adrian was, he couldn't get out of the neighborhood.
Less than an hour after landing, Adrian suffered another GG (game over).
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