At Goth Manor, Mrs. Goth waited nervously for news.
Her plan was simple. Since she wanted to cover up those unspeakable things she had done, she only needed to eliminate everyone who had handled the matter. It was very standard Gotham thinking: only the dead could keep secrets forever.
But assassins were not easy to find in Gotham these days.
After all, the logistics industry needed so many workers that those who used to be assassins had all been dragged off by the gangs to work. Mrs. Goth did not trust the assassins employed by other gang bosses either, fearing they might leave behind evidence against her. As for outsiders, that went without saying—they simply were not professional enough. After thinking it over, Mrs. Goth settled on one person.
She had long heard that a Joker truck driver had appeared in Gotham, specializing in all kinds of bombings and killing quite a few people. In Mrs. Goth's mind, why would anyone kill without profit? Therefore, this Joker truck driver had to be an assassin too. He had caused such a stir only to make a name for himself. It was not as though such things had never happened before.
Since that was the case, she might as well send him. Even if it cost a little more, it would buy her peace of mind.
After arranging everything, Mrs. Goth let out a sigh of relief. She felt that once tonight passed, everything would get better.
Gotham's nights were always dark and deep, terrifying beyond measure. Even the lights of the docks could not make the night here feel warm.
Some distance from the docks stood many strange machines, their control rooms still lit up. Sometimes, the busy dockworkers stopped and looked up at those machines.
They all knew that the