Becoming a Phantom Thief from the World of American Comics

"In exchange for a small monitoring system jammer, 750 exclamation points will be deducted, leaving 997 exclamation points."

After the exchange was completed, a small object appeared in front of Dean out of thin air, suspended in mid-air by a virtual disk, waiting for him to take it.

This jammer is cylindrical as a whole, the length is equivalent to a solid-state hard drive, the whole body is black, the start button is on the top, and there are two indicator lights in the middle, which are red and green. The green light means normal operation, and the red light means that the radius is ten Within the range of five meters, there are monitors made by conventional technology beyond the earth.

Dean picked up the jammer, and the virtual tray disappeared immediately.

"Finally, I can take a good rest."

After finishing everything, Dean rubbed his slightly sore shoulders. He had a lot of work today, especially in addition to the task of his own monster thief, he also spent a lot of time working in the kitchen pretending to be an intern Tom. .

While Dean usually cooks for himself, it's nothing like working in a big hotel kitchen.

Very tired, not purely physical fatigue, but a sense of powerlessness that exhausts both body and mind.

Ask yourself, when Dean trains many high-end magic skills, he exerts far more physical energy than doing those few hours of work, but the physical and mental feelings are completely opposite.

Especially when thinking of going to school again on Monday, Dean felt even more tired.

Sometimes he even thought about dropping out of Gotham Private High and transferring to Phelps Public High.

But that's just to think about it, the public schools here, not even Solomon Grundy would let his kids go... if he had kids.

With these unnutritious thoughts, Dean lay on the bed and gradually fell asleep.

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On the other side, the Iceberg Club.

Ogilvy and his younger brother transported the body of the sniper into the underground secret room, which is a place specially used by the Penguin to dispose of the dead, whether it is his own men or the enemies he killed.

In Gotham, there are far fewer real homicides than most people think, but there are so many cases related to disappearances that it is a bit unusual.

Like, there's a gang fire here almost every night, maybe two, it could be in the East End, it could be in Burnley, it doesn't matter where.

The important thing is that the gang fire ended tonight. The GCPD police came to have a look tomorrow morning. The ground was clean. There were no messy flesh and blood, and there were no countless bullet casings. Not even a corpse was found, but the surrounding The environment can be a little messy.

So the question is, is there no one injured in this gang fight? Or is it that the gunshots during the fire were all hallucinations of nearby residents?

We don't know, and we dare not ask.

Unless there is a resident who has the courage to call the police in the middle of the fire, the GCPD may encounter some corpses...

The reason why Gotham is known as the capital of crime has never been because of the superficial reason that there are many dead people, but that every inch of land in this city hides crimes that ordinary people dare not even think about.

If there is a city in the world that gathers all kinds of crimes that humans can commit, and each crime has developed a mature and complete industrial chain, then it must be Gotham.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a knock on the office door.

The Penguin, who was browsing the revenue of various industries under his command, raised his head and signaled the two tall bodyguards inside the door to open the door with his eyes.

I saw Ogilvy walking in from the door with an extremely solemn expression, as if something serious had happened.

"Boss, something happened at the auction."

Ogilvy said with his head down, with a hint of shame in his tone.

"Did Kaito Kidd steal the diamond? Or did he see that the diamond was fake? Or...you let him escape?"

After stopping Ogilvy's words, Penguin's expression didn't fluctuate in any way, and he just continued to write the revenue account.

Since the news of the auction had not been released at this time, the Penguin who was far away in the Iceberg Club did not know the details of the auction.

"It's just a scandal of counterfeit diamonds. It's all right to let Grey Tad open the media conference and insist that he didn't know that the diamonds were fake before buying them, and spend some money to buy a few reporters to write articles that are beneficial to us. .”

Penguin didn't answer.

"After a while, we will re-plan the money laundering plan. As for Roman's need for clean money, let him wait. This time there was an accident, and the fault is on our side. We will take him 5% less The commission."

"This... boss... things are not that simple..."

Ogilvy looked puzzled and faltered.

"This time our background has been exposed. The Kaito Kidd and Vicki Weir teamed up to launder money and exposed the money laundering. Now Lak and Grey Tad are all caught by the police!"

"Even one of the two snipers I brought died in the hands of Kaitou Kidd!"

As soon as this remark was made, Penguin suddenly raised his head, stared at Ogilvy sharply, and paused every word.

"What's going on, tell me clearly."

Immediately afterwards, Ogilvy told Penguin all the series of things that happened before.

"...I originally thought that it would be enough to have Lark and Grey Tad in the auction. I just need to ambush the Kaitou Kidd outside, but I didn't expect things to turn out like this."

Ogilvy sighed, his face full of remorse, "When the auction started, I called Sister Lark and reminded her to follow the boss's orders and not to act on her own temper, and it turned out..."

"Phantom Thief Kid...Vicki Weir..."

The Penguin chanted two names, and suddenly asked Ogilvy: "Aren't you ambush outside the hotel, why are you so clear about what happened inside?"

Hearing this, Ogilvy's heart tightened. The Penguin is really not that easy to deceive, but he has already prepared his speech.

"Boss, you also know that Sister Lak and Grey Tad have never dealt with me. They are all old men in the gang, and I have only been appreciated by the boss in the past two years. Let me remotely direct today's affairs. I am worried I couldn't suppress them, and I was worried about accidents, so I hid the bugging device at the auction in advance."

Ogilvy smiled wryly.

"It's not that I don't trust them both, it's just to be on the safe side."

Penguin stared deeply at Ogilvy, who said there were no obvious holes.

Moreover, Lark has indeed expressed his disdain for Ogilvy many times, and Ogilvy's worries are not unreasonable.

"Hmph! It seems that everyone has almost forgotten who Gotham is, and someone dares to destroy my business..."

Penguin snorted coldly and made a call on the spot.

"A reward is issued, whoever can kill the Kaitou Kidd will get 500,000 dollars!"

Five hundred thousand sounds like a small amount, but for the killers in Gotham, this is definitely a rare and big bill.

Not for anything else, just because human life is so worthless in Gotham.

It only costs 10,000 U.S. dollars to kill an adult man, 20,000 U.S. dollars for an adult woman, and 30,000 U.S. dollars for a minor.

Pick up any bum on the side of the road and hand him twenty dollars, and you'll have him stabbing anyone on the street.