dmims Chapter 154, Section 51: Qin Wei's Trick
Chapter 154, Section 51: Qin Wei's Trick
Chapter 154, Part 51: Qin Wei's Trick (Third Update)
As the snowstorm subsided at four in the morning, the normally deserted Berriley district was bustling with activity.
A man wearing a bat mask led a group of menacing gang members toward Robinson Park, trudging through ankle-deep snow.
After a brainwashing speech about universal harmony, the team's morale underwent a dramatic transformation. They were no longer a mob, but fighters with lofty ideals and ambitious goals.
Although most of them cannot accept the reality that "gangs will replace police duties," they have faith in their leader.
Save Gotham, liberate Gotham, for a better tomorrow.
Qin Wei's experiences with the villainous gang and the settlement helped him truly understand the underworld of Gotham, represented by members of small gangs. They were tainted with misdeeds and covered in mud, yet they loved the city more than most of the high-ranking figures.
For example, the guys behind him, some of them have degrees from prestigious universities, some of them had well-paying jobs in other cities, but Gotham seems to have a magnetic pull, and wanderers who have been away from home always end up coming back to it.
It was precisely because Qin Wei understood this that he was full of confidence in the recruitment plan.
With passionate love as the base, and a silver tongue and the powerful personal charm of "Matchstick Marlon" as the seasoning, it was inevitable that these people would be fooled.
As for their role, it was, of course, to help Qin Wei avoid the harassment of the claws.
From some of the information leaked by Claws, it can be seen that the Court of Owls is quite averse to appearing in public. Otherwise, the Joker would not have forced the court to mobilize its entire force to destroy evidence just by showing a so-called "owl symbol".
In order to cover up Claw's whereabouts, the court not only colluded with corrupt police officers, but also released two dangerous prisoners, "Boomerang Captain" and "Fire Man".
Qin Wei had seen the Suicide Squad movie. Apart from the final highlight, the two main characters' screen time was even less than Deadshot's, but that didn't mean they weren't strong.
Villains with nicknames should be taken seriously.
As for Claws, Qin Wei believed that they wouldn't dare to act rashly under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, even if these gang members were just cannon fodder who could be dealt with with a flick of their fingers.
They had only gone halfway when Gordon felt several burning gazes from the top of the tall buildings. He patted Qin Wei on the shoulder beside him and said:
"Let's take a shortcut next; going through Coventry will save us ten minutes of travel time."
"We should take the main road; the wider the road, the safer we are, that should be the case."
Qin Wei hesitated before rejecting Gordon's suggestion.
Although Claw was afraid of being exposed and dared not get close, he still had to be wary of them throwing knives. As soon as these people dared to step into the alley, throwing knives and booby traps would fall from the sky in an instant.
Even to guard against the claws, Death Shooter Floyd did not set up firepower from high places, but instead moved on foot with the main force.
Floyd, who was sandwiched between two burly men and being pushed forward by the crowd, looked extremely awkward.
But he soon noticed the unusual atmosphere. As a former mercenary, he was particularly sensitive to killing intent, especially the persistent, lingering tails that covered the tops of the high-rise buildings, like maggots clinging to bones.
The ominous feeling grew stronger, and Floyd could no longer hold back, pushing through the crowd to stand in front of Qin Wei.
"Can you feel it?"
"What do you feel?"
"Someone is following us!"
"Oh, you mean the enemy? And then?"
Qin Wei's nonchalant attitude reassured Freud somewhat; since he could act so confidently, he must have been well-prepared.
But before the Death Shooter could celebrate, a group of people appeared at the end of the street.
The police's sniper team finally arrived, but this time the leader was no longer Officer Carls, but rather Chato Santana, a hardened criminal from Blackgate Prison known as "Flame Man".
In the pitch-black night, his arms, engulfed in flames and burning fiercely, became the focus of everyone's attention.
According to Qin Wei's previous plan, if any strong enemy appears, Gordon will immediately take over the team, and Floyd will deal with the most troublesome enemy. Everything everyone is doing is to buy Qin Wei time to break through.
The group dispersed as previously arranged and hid in the street corners.
Floyd hid with Qin Wei and Gordon.
"I'll hit that guy? Are you serious?"
As he gazed at the burning Chato in the night wind, Freud's Adam's apple bobbed.
The other person was clearly not a normal person, and he seriously doubted whether the bullets would even work on that guy.
Although Qin Wei had warned him from the beginning that the Flame Man was not one to indiscriminately kill innocent people and that there must be a misunderstanding in him siding with the corrupt police, the two sides were about to go to war, and it was clear that a simple "misunderstanding" could not be resolved.
Floyd slammed the magazine into the rifle, and when he turned around, he found Qin Wei still hiding in the same spot, panting heavily.
He had almost never seen Qin Wei like this before, but thinking about it, it was only natural; anyone would be afraid of encountering such a "fire demon".
"Are you alright? Is the plan okay?"
"It's alright," Qin Wei licked his lips. "When the fighting starts, I'll need you to cover me as I rush through the cover. If that guy is right, I shouldn't die."
What, that guy?
Floyd was completely bewildered, but Gordon, who was next to him, noticed something was wrong and pulled him aside.
"This seems to be a stand-in. Wei disappeared for a while before we set off, and he came back acting a bit strangely. I suspect our whole team is a smokescreen, and the real him may have already arrived at Robinson Park."
Freud suddenly realized.
"Later, you need to coordinate well with the stunt double's performance. Make sure he doesn't die in the crossfire, and don't give anything away. If it's discovered that the spiritual leader isn't in the group, this newly formed team will instantly collapse."
"I don't know why he arranged it this way, but all I can do now is trust him."
Gordon yanked the bolt back hard, the crisp metallic click echoing through the early morning streets, and the others raised their weapons as if on command.
Gordon's guess was correct; Qin Wei, dressed casually, was heading alone towards Robinson Park.
After a long journey, the Night Hero has returned to his solitary path. This time, his goal is simple: not to survive, nor for any grand ambitions, but simply to save the two school buses full of children from the Joker.
If his time in the gang with Oswald taught him ruthlessness and decisiveness, then the six months he spent in the vagrant community allowed him to shed his gangster identity and re-examine Gotham from the perspective of a lowly nobody.
When power is abused without restraint, when the corrupt tentacles of capital spread to every corner, and when money is concentrated and falls into the pockets of oligarchs, ordinary people will have nowhere to stand, and all that awaits them is corruption and depravity.
This is precisely the root cause of rampant gangs and drugs.
What the people suffering from hardship need is not the meager relief from capitalists, but someone who can stand on the same side as them.
He may not be a hero, but he is certainly a leader.