Becoming a Phantom Thief from the World of American Comics

Uh-cough cough cough cough!

Sure enough, three or five mouthfuls of food were stuffed into Dick's mouth, and Dick was choked.

Alfred next to him had expected it and handed over a glass of water in time.

Dick gulped down a big gulp, and the situation eased a lot.

"Thanks, Fu, and I'm full."

With that said, Dick was about to pick up Kidd's notice letter again and continue his previous thinking.

"Master Richard, I haven't seen you so immersed in a case for a long time. Is that Kaitou Kidd difficult to deal with?"

Alfred asked.

"Is it difficult to deal with?"

Dick pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's a little hard to say, he doesn't have the power of Killer Crocodile, nor the twisted thinking of Two-Faced Man, nor the extreme madness of Joker, nor even any murderer." brutal violence."

"Even in terms of intelligence, I don't think he can surpass the Riddler."

Dick recalled the scene when he met Kidd for the first time that day, and said in a deep voice: "But he has a strange temperament, his attitude, and his methods are different from all the criminals I have ever seen."

"Rather than thinking about how to defeat him, I want to find out why he did such a thing. I want to persuade him to stop."

"Like what Master Bruce did to Miss Selina Kyle?"

Alfred interjected.

Dick paused, spread his hands and said: "There is still a difference, at least Selena is a complete beauty, Bruce is really lucky, I hope Kaitou Kidd is too..."

"Are you sure you don't underestimate Kaito Kidd's ability, Master Richard?"

Alfred looked Dick up and down, and reminded: "As you said, Kaitou Kidd doesn't have the strengths that other super criminals have, and Catwoman is the same in this regard, but when Batman hunted Catwoman It's been a protracted tug of war."

"Perhaps finding someone to help you catch the Kaitou Kidd faster, so that you can persuade him to turn around."

It was a very reasonable suggestion, but Dick rejected it without even thinking about it.

"I can handle these things alone, Fu, when I had to leave Gotham to focus on the Teen Titans, Batman did a great job in Gotham, if Bruce can do it, so can I! "

"And now that Bruce is dealing with the affairs of the Justice League, who can help me, Barbara? It's been less than half a year since Bruce agreed to her as Batgirl, and she has too little experience."

At this time, Alfred pointed to himself and said, "Master Richard, I'm not too old to walk."

"The auction at the Gotham International Hotel started at 4:00 p.m., officially started at 9:00 p.m., and lasted until 12:30 midnight. No one can guarantee when the strange thief Kidd will sneak in."

Alfred said his thoughts, "Master Richard, for such a long time, you can't enter the hotel in Robin's uniform, or stay outside the hotel all the time?"

The first time Dick met Kaito Kidd suffered a lot, it had a lot to do with him not coming to the scene but waiting outside.

"Ah Fu, you mean that when the time comes, you and I will directly enter the auction in the name of the Wayne family and wait for the Kaitou Kidd to appear?"

"You are still a minor, of course I was accompanied by my housekeeper."

Alfred took it for granted, "Besides, even if there is no such thing as Kaitou Kidd, I hope you can participate in more group activities."

"Thank you for your suggestion, Ah Fu, let the two of us go together on the day of the auction. But the group activities will be avoided, the group activities of the Teen Titans are enough to make me feel bad..."

Dick nodded seriously, agreeing to Alfred's plan.

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For Kaito Kidd, Robin, GCPD and even Penguin have made their own countermeasures.

On the other hand, the instigator of all this - Kaitou Kidd is not idle either.

For more than a week before the start of the auction, Dean either continued to improve his techniques every day, or went out to scout spots and collect information.

From time to time, check with Dick to confirm whether he needs to temporarily adjust his action plan.

It's a pity that Dick is not the Nakamori police department after all, and the difficulty of his set of words is not ordinary, and Dean actually didn't get much useful information.

However, Dean knew that Dick would participate in the auction as a representative of the Wayne Group accompanied by Alfred.

Let's just say this is important information.

Time passed by like this, and soon came the day when the auction started.

On this day, before the operation, Dean took a nice nap and didn't get up until after five o'clock in the afternoon, so that he could maintain the best mental state during the night operation.

Dean took all the equipment he had prepared in advance and headed for the Gotham International Hotel.

At this time, the auction had already started for an hour, and Dean was still unhurried. According to his investigation that lasted for a week, there was still an hour and a half before the most important time node.

After a while, the Gotham International Hotel.

The big kitchen on the first floor is currently busy with work, and everyone is working hard and showing their best skills.

Because the time span of the auction is very long, it is impossible to starve the people participating in the auction, let alone these people are the dignitaries of Gotham's upper class.

Therefore, the hotel is responsible for the catering during this period, and the pressure is all on the kitchen.

Once someone makes a mistake and makes a big shot feel bad, what awaits him will never be a good end.

Long before the admission time started, the kitchen was bustling with activity. They had to ensure that fresh ingredients were delivered to the restaurant at all times during the auction, even if no one would eat them in the end, they couldn’t be lazy.

In this way, it is bound to cause a lot of waste.

"Tom, are you blind! The trash can is almost full again, hurry up and throw it out!"

In the kitchen, an old employee in charge of making seafood sashimi pointed at the trash can full of various offal, and yelled loudly at the handyman intern not far away.

"Got it, I'm going to pour it now!"

The intern Tom, who had been here for only two months, heard the roar and hurried over to pick up the trash can. He obviously couldn't adapt to the sudden increase in workload by more than ten times.

Tom walked out of the back kitchen door holding the trash can full of blood, pinched his nose and dumped all the garbage inside into the big trash can.

He has repeated this action no less than twenty times today, because he throws out almost all the trash cans in the entire kitchen.

Whether it's seafood viscera, poultry bones, or fruit skins, he almost vomited all kinds of kitchen waste today, but he has already vomited once.

Of course, his job is not just to throw garbage, but also to do odd jobs like cleaning the floor.

"I really need to rest."

Tom dragged his tired body to the side, and leaned against the wall to rest for a while.

Away from the stench of the trash can, and away from the monitoring range of the surveillance camera above the rear door.

"You do need a good rest."

At this time, a strange voice suddenly sounded from behind him.