Become a Phantom Thief from the Comic World

Gordon's face turned pale as he listened to the requests for support from various patrols.

Adding up all the "Phantom Thief Kidds" that have been discovered so far, the total number has exceeded twenty, distributed in every corner of the eighteenth floor.

Which ones are fake and which ones are real people, and even whether there are real people among them is unknown.

Kaitou Kidd actually had the energy to release dummies in so many places. How on earth did he do this?

"Could it be that in the short period of less than thirty minutes when I went to investigate the surveillance, Kaito Kidd not only tampered with the power supply equipment, but also spread a huge number of dummies? How is this possible? So many dummies How is it possible that no one has discovered it until now?"

On the host stage, Robin's face was equally ugly.

They were kept ahead of Kaitou Kid at almost every step, and they were completely plotted against them.

Since becoming Robin, I have fought against so many criminals in Gotham, and similar situations will only happen when I face the Riddler, Two-Face, Penguin and even the Joker.

Although Robin and others had been following Kaitou Kid's predictions, not every one of their guesses was wrong.

For example, they once thought that Kaitou Kidd was hiding among the crowd of bidders...

At this moment, Dean is indeed pretending to be someone, hiding in the depths of the crowd calmly and calmly on the surface.

In fact, his current situation is very delicate.

All the bidders are still within the defense line established by the police. If Gordon suddenly enlightens and insists that Kaitou Kidd must be hiding in the crowd, everything outside is all fake.

Then he ordered his subordinates to gather the defense line on the spot, creating an airtight encirclement, and then checking everyone's identity one by one. The situation would be reversed in an instant, putting Dean in an unfavorable situation.

But in this way, it is necessary to give up the pursuit of those "Phantom Thief Kidd" who do not know whether they are real or fake outside, because the GCPD's police resources are limited and cannot ensure that no one can escape from the encirclement and allocate police forces to catch the fake people at the same time.

The problem is, who is sure where Kaito Kidd’s true identity is?

Who dares to make this bet?

Robin said he dared.

"Ignore those dummies running around, they are all smoke bombs released by Kaitou Kidd!"

Robin came to Gordon and said seriously.

"No matter what incredible things he does, never forget his ultimate goal - Pink Dream!"

Hearing this, Gordon immediately understood, and he quickly ordered someone to call the auction host, Manager Cicero.

Manager Cicero happened to be at the front of the crowd and was quickly brought before Gordon.

"What's going on? If these agents don't catch Kaitou Kidd, why are they looking for me? Could it be that... they know the secret of Pink Diamond's counterfeiting?"

Thinking of this, Cicero felt uneasy in his heart, and his eyes kept dodging under Gordon's sharp gaze.

This abnormal behavior quickly made Gordon suspicious. Without any explanation, he rushed forward and grabbed Cicero's face and pulled him hard.

"Ah! Mr. Director, what are you going to do?"

Cicero's face was so painful that he cried out.

Gordon tugged left and right without tearing off the face, and confirmed that Cicero was not wearing a disguise mask.

As soon as he let go of his hand, the latter's face immediately became larger, red and swollen.

"Sorry, Mr. Cicero, this is a necessary safeguard. I have an important question to ask you and I hope you will answer it truthfully."

The fact that Cicero's face was real didn't make Gordon let go of his suspicion. He always stared at the other person with sharp eyes.

"Should...could it be...that the GCPD really knew about it...It's over, if the matter is revealed, the Penguin will definitely replace my whole family..."

Cicero didn't know that he had misunderstood. When he thought of Penguin's angry eyes, he turned pale with fright and his legs became weak.

Such a performance made Gordon more and more suspicious of him.

Next to him, Robin watched Gordon's questioning process without interrupting, but carefully observed Cicero's expression.

"It's not his acting skills. He does feel fear from the bottom of his heart. Kaitou Kid's psychological quality cannot be so low... But what is he afraid of?"

Robin was lost in thought.

"Is it the rumor about fake diamonds? 'Pink Dream' is the scam that Kaitou Kidd is going to expose today?"

Robin shook his head inwardly, "It's not that simple. Even if the diamond is counterfeit, it is not really sold after all. The possibility of being held accountable for this level of guilt in Gotham is very small. There is no way to explain Cicero's The fear..."

"Where has the 'Pink Dream' been hidden, Mr. Cicero?"

On the other side, Gordon asked Cicero with a cold face, "You have also seen that the situation is tense now. Please be sure to hand over the diamond to our police for safekeeping!"

"What? This!"

Cicero secretly revealed something bad, and Gordon asked him for the diamond. It seemed that the fraud was really exposed, but he was not sure whether the GCPD knew the secret behind the diamond fraud.

"This, Mr. Director, the 'Pink Dream' has not been auctioned yet. It is the private property of Mr. Greytard Ethan. I need to ask for his opinion first..."

Cicero tried to fight for it and forced a smile.

Gordon stared at him expressionlessly.

At the same time, Dean hid in the crowd and looked at Gordon and Cicero.

"Tsk, Gordon and Robin actually went to interrogate Cicero. They must have wanted to get the 'Pink Dream' in advance. Unexpectedly, my dummy technique actually failed. It's really unreasonable at all!"

Dean pinched his chin and thought to himself: "It seems that I can only use a slightly rougher method."

Dean put down his hands, gently shook his palms upward, and several ping-pong ball-sized objects fell from his sleeves onto his hands.

Holding these small balls in his hand, Dean used clever movement skills to flexibly weave through the crowd, getting closer and closer to the surrounding police circle.

He didn't squeeze into the outer rows, as that would have been too conspicuous.

call out!call out!call out!

When no one was paying attention, Dean flicked all the balls in his hand.

boom! boom! boom!

After hearing several frightening loud noises, thick clouds of smoke quickly emerged, covering everyone around them, and then gradually spread outward.

"It's a smoke bomb. Kaitou Kid is in the crowd! Be careful of the people around you, they might be Kaitou Kid!"

Dean shouted as he took out a palm-sized object, pressed the switch on the object and threw it into the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, the object began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a self-filling balloon. It expanded from the size of a palm to the height of a person in the blink of an eye.

That’s right, a Phantom Thief Kidd dummy has taken shape!

"Ah! It's Kaitou Kidd. I saw Kaitou Kidd. He's over there!"

"Officer, I also saw Kaitou Kidd, come and catch him!"

A series of screams rang out from the smoke, including men and women, old and young, with precise words and emotional expressions.

Most of them are prominent figures in Gotham, and the police cannot remain indifferent to their requests for help.

As soon as the dozen or so police officers maintaining the siege heard the noise inside the smoke, they rushed in.

This movement not only created a gap in the encirclement, but also prompted the police around them to take action.

Dean did not take this opportunity to rush out, but instead incited the nearby bidders: "The GCPD police officers have gone to hunt down Kaitou Kidd. We can't stay here and cause trouble. Let's run out first!"

When he said these words, Dean did not use a loud voice and only let the few people around him hear.

I feel that many of the plots are not mature enough, but they should have some merits. At least I won’t write them out of chapters.