The Collection of The End

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Zion, 3rd Avenue, East District, Gotham City.

"Batman, hey, Batman..."

Joseph Cole stuffed a newspaper into the trash can, looked up at the East Bank of Gotham City across the street, and raised a corner of his mouth:

"This is what I chose specially. The bank closest to your newspaper, let me see how you want to be a hero, a hero."

He straightened his purple suit and walked to the bank with a briefcase.

In the eyes of others, this was just an ordinary office worker with a piece of tape on his face because of an injury. The guard at the door looked at him and stopped paying attention.

Joseph Cole was like an ordinary person who came to the bank to handle business. After receiving the number plate, he sat down in the waiting area.

"Well, it's still early, it seems we can catch up."

His self-talking sounds no problem to others who are also waiting.

"[Customer A103, please go to window 16 for business.]"

After a while, Joseph Cole, who was sitting in the waiting area honestly, was called.

"Well, so slow." Joseph Cole carried his briefcase and walked to Window 16.

"Hello--"

"Take out all the money in my account! Immediately! Immediately!"

Before the bank clerk finished her routine greetings, Joseph Cole interrupted her and then handed her the bank card.

"Uh..." The bank clerk was dumbfounded.

Obviously, this sentence is more appropriate for the robbers, as long as "my account" is replaced by "money in the counter".

"There is a total of...740,000 US dollars in your account. Are you sure you want to withdraw them all? Cash?"

"I'm sure, Gotham is too dangerous now, I want to move to the metropolis!"

"Metropolis also has branches of our bank, you don't actually need to take them out..."

"No, no, your head office won't work in Gotham, maybe the vault will be robbed one day!"

"..."

The bank clerk wanted to call the security to throw this neurotic guy out, but no, he is a big customer with 740,000 deposits. If he doesn’t handle it well, ask him to insist on withdrawing the money. Today’s reserve is not available. After all, this is only a branch of the Eastern Bank, and the daily cash deposit is only about 1 million.

"That's it, sir, even if what you said happens, your deposit in our bank will not disappear. Our loss will not be counted on the customer's head," the bank clerk forced the fire, "just like you Said that Gotham is very insecure, so if you encounter a robber with so much cash, this money will definitely be lost."

"Forget it," Joseph Cole became less impatient in an instant: "I will use 20,000 for road expenses...You really won't go bankrupt because of robbery before I reach the metropolis, right? "

"I assure you that even if robbers break in and take all our cash away, the Eastern Bank will not go bankrupt!" The bank clerk was furious.

"DaDaDaDa——!"

"Robbery! Get all of them on the ground!"

Almost at the same time she was speaking out, three brawny men wearing black hoods rushed in from the door of the bank and directly swept them with submachine guns.

While most of the customers were still in a state of shock and consternation, Joseph Cole rolled over and fell to the ground. His movements made the leader of the robber staring at the counter stunned.

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"One, two, three...there are their accomplices in charge of watching the wind at the door, a total of four people..."

Joseph Cole was lying on the ground, watching the robbers control the scene and forcing the staff to open the bank counter door and start loading money, muttering to himself silently.

"Jackets, jeans, sweatshirts, and ski hoods are all casual clothes. From the point of view of weaponry and equipment, they are quite amateur... There is no professional criminal. Most of them are robbers who know that the security forces here are empty and plan to fish in troubled waters. "

"Hey! Take out the money you put in your pocket! Fool!" The leader of the robber suddenly raised his gun and pointed at the accomplice who was carrying the money.

"Excellent, it's just a temporary partner. It seems that these idiots will be picked up by the Gotham police without waiting for Batman to appear."

Joseph Cole glanced at the clocks in the bank lobby and smacked his lips.

"It's been six minutes, and it only takes five minutes for the police to come to this bank at the most. This is because they were evacuated because they were investigating the destruction of the chemical plant. If these robbers don't run away..."

Woo-woo-

With the sound of a police siren, the car that the robbers had parked outside suddenly started and fled.

"The notes are coming!" "That **** ran away!" "Damn it!"

In less than half a minute, a number of police cars stopped outside the bank gate, and the police officers carrying guns aimed their weapons at the bank gate.

Then, a person with the appearance of a police officer holding a loudspeaker started shouting nonsense:

"Listen to the people inside! This is the Gotham police! You are already surrounded! Immediately put down your weapons and surrender!"

"That's it," Joseph Cole glanced at the police officers' equipment: "They stepped up their inspections because they were stimulated by Batman, and these unlucky ghosts hit the muzzle directly."

"Back! You bastards! We have hostages in our hands!" The robber headed out his gun and swept around indiscriminately, successfully scaring the policemen behind the bunker, but the circle became tighter.

"These idiots..." Joseph Cole slammed on the floor.

"You, take all of these people's mobile phones! You, go and see if there is a back door in this bank!" The robber leader commanded the two men in a slightly flustered tone, and at the same time pointed his gun at the bank clerk and nervously. Customers: "Don't move, I will kill anyone who moves!"

"This is in trouble," Joseph Cole touched his head against the floor: "This kind of unplanned robbery can easily turn into hostage taking, gunfights, and murders. If things go wrong, I take advantage of the chaos to eliminate my bank. The recording plan will fail, and if you go to make a transcript, your identity will be revealed, and then it will be identified by the fool who destroyed the chemical plant... So why is this amateur guy receiving my information?"

"Hey! You!" The robber with the cell phone walked to Joseph Cole and kicked him: "Don't pretend to be dead, hand over the phone!"

"I'm thinking, why am I so unlucky." Joseph Cole sat up slowly and reached into his suit pocket.

"Ha, because this is Gotham." As the suit's pocket obviously couldn't fit a gun, the robber with the mobile phone still talked casually.

"So, I decided to make others as unlucky as me."

"Wha—"

The last picture the robber saw was that the guy in the purple long suit took out a playing card from his pocket, and the black and white "Joker" pattern was printed on it.

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boom! boom! Da da da! boom!

"What's wrong? What happened inside?"

As soon as James Gordon arrived at the scene, he heard noisy gunfire and explosions and the exclamation of the crowd in the Eastern Bank, so he immediately questioned the scene commander.

This is a fat man with round glasses, a trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat, and he looks like a senior police officer.

"I don't know, Chief," the on-site commander holding the loudspeaker was sweating: "The robbers have not made any conditions after taking the hostages. We are arranging negotiation experts and snipers. There will be a fight inside, I suspect..."

"Suspect what?" Director Gordon frowned and looked at the bank door, but could not see anything.

"Suspect, who among the hostages intends to imitate Batman and fight crime." The scene commander wiped sweat.

"Joke! Do they have that strength? We have interrogated the criminals in the chemical plant.'Batman' is obviously a well-trained master, probably a professional bodyguard, mercenary or soldier." Gordon stared.

"But..." The on-site commander motioned to the bank.

They have already done this, so there is no way, right?

"Say something again, and then rush in directly. If there are too many casualties, the newspapers will not care about the cause." Gordon hesitated and gave instructions immediately.

Obviously, expecting the civilian "righteous police" to defeat the gangsters holding guns is completely whimsical——

"[Hi~ Gentlemen, police officers outside, don't be nervous, we have controlled the situation.]" Someone in the bank shouted through a loudspeaker when the commander was preparing to issue an order.

Gordon snatched the loudspeaker of the on-site commander: "[You better surrender quickly! This bank has no backdoors and tunnels. All windows are stared at by our snipers. You can hardly fly!]"

"[Oh~It's terrible~]" The gangster on the opposite side apparently didn't threaten him: "[Then we'll go out from the front door~]"

"Huh?" The on-site commander looked puzzled. The robbers wanted to attack our line of defense directly?

"They... are going to change into casual clothes and run out of the hostages," Gordon reacted immediately: "Let the police officers control everyone who came out of the bank! No one can let go!"

"[That's right~]" The robber in the bank continued to shout: "[Before that, we will give you a gift~]"

When Gordon looked at the door warily, he saw that a big sack was thrown out from the third floor of the bank. It spread out directly in the air, spilling a large pile of 20 denominations of US dollar bills. As soon as the draught wind blows, it blows the whole street.

"[Franklin says hello to you~]" The robber shouted again.

Hell, this is his escape route!

"Damn it! Everyone sticks to their posts! The gangsters have to—"

Before Gordon could finish speaking, the second and third bags of banknotes were thrown out in succession, and it seemed like a "money rain" on Third Avenue.

The onlookers who were stopped outside the cordon immediately started looting-anyway, it wasn't the bank they robbed. What happened to the banknotes on the ground?

At the same time, a large number of panicked "hostages" ran out from the front entrance of the bank, and were controlled one by one by the waiting police officers.

However, in the chaotic situation, no one can guarantee that the robbers will take the opportunity to slip away.

"What are you doing! We are victims!"

"The robber is still inside!"

"You arrested us good citizens, but turned a blind eye to the guys who robbed the stolen money!?"

The hostages under control watched the rain of banknotes flying outside and protested one after another, especially the bank staff roared loudest.

"Anyway, block the scene first--" Gordon took over the on-site command with a headache, but from the corner of his eyes he saw a black figure like a bat flying over and rushing into the bank building from the window where the money came out.

"Is it a bird?" "Is it an airplane?" "No, it's Batman!" The hostages who saw this scene cheered.

Hmph... I hope you can catch the robber, "Hero", Gordon glanced over there and continued to command the police to maintain order.

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After a while, at the gate of the bank that had basically controlled the situation, when Batman in a black suit dropped the four banded robbers to the ground, Gordon had also learned the ins and outs of the case from the hostages.

"So, there is a guy in a long purple suit who knocked down three robbers and used them to create three sack-throwing machines? And he disappeared?" Gordon cast his gaze to the end The robber and Batman who brought him.

Obviously, this was just the accomplice of the robber who was responsible for the lookout and driving, not the guy who spoiled the situation.

"[I stopped it on First Street,]" Batman said in an unusually hoarse voice, "[This car keeps leaking money out.]"

Last time I didn't hear him talking...Is this a voice changer effect or is he suffering from throat cancer? Gordon glanced at Batman: "So, that's another ‘righteer’ or a ‘superhero’?"

"[The'Voter' and the'Superhero' don't spill bank notes everywhere,]" Batman didn't seem to hear Gordon's irony, and shook his head slightly: "[He should just be trapped at the scene by this robbery ...]"

"'Super villain.'" Gordon answered.

"[...'Enthusiastic citizens'.]" Batman pressed his lips, the corners of his mouth pulled down, and looked at Gordon with a "disapproval" attitude: "[Your statement can easily push some neutral people to the opposite side. , Director Gordon.]"

"In my eyes, there are only two kinds of people,'law-abiding citizens' and'criminals'," Gordon glared back: "For the sake of your assistance to the police, I will not arrest you for investigation, but you'd better not Let me catch any crime,'bat, bat, man'."

"[So, you still let the'suit geek' run away, didn't you?]" Batman ignored Gordon's questioning: "[This matter, I will follow up.]"

"What kind of title is that strange?" Gordon turned his head to look at the on-site commander: "Arrange a sketcher, I want to know what that guy looks like, and the money that was thrown out by the'suit freak' to disturb the sight, can chase him As many as you return, don’t think I haven’t seen those police officers who hid the banknotes!"

"Uh...Yes." The on-site conductor was a little sweaty.

"Also, about the inside story of this matter, you'd better—"

When Gordon turned his head, he found that Batman who was still standing there had disappeared.

"...Don't tell me."

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