In the Sand Village, the clones are everywhere, and the Arkham game begins

Chapter 34 Hugo
"What is this!"

John Spaletta, whose face was covered in dust, looked in shock at Hei Jin who rushed into the bar like a tank.

"Maybe they're targeting the goods we shipped last time."

"But that thing is not with us. We are just here to help. There are other big shots who want that thing!"

John Spaletta fumed.

"There's no point in saying so much. Let's first try to see if we can solve this strange thing."

Old Sbaleta took out a mirror and observed the position of the black gold through the reflection. At the same time, he took out a grenade with his other hand, removed the fuse with his teeth, and threw it after waiting for three or four seconds.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded in mid-air close to Heijin, causing Heijin to stagger.

The next second, a rotating gun muzzle appeared from Heijin's shoulder and fired wildly in the direction where the grenade came from.

"What the hell is this monster!"

Simmons Spaletta was shocked, then quickly reached out and grabbed his son's arm.

"Let our men block here, we'll go first! The secret passage is in the toilet!"

In just twenty or thirty seconds, their men were defeated by Hei Jin.

The father and son walked away in a panic, and after a few steps, a dark shadow fell from the ceiling.

Qingshui landed on the ground and pounced on John Spaletta, pressing his hands with his calves to prevent him from resisting. He took out a pistol with his left hand and pointed it at Simmons Spaletta's forehead.

With a gentle pull of his right hand, dull footsteps were heard, and the blood-stained black gold dragged a man in a suit and raised his arm.

The pneumatic fist was launched, and the whole body of the man in the suit was smashed into the wall, turning into a pool of meat paste.

"We surrender..."

Simeone raised his hands to the man in front of him.

“A very sensible choice.”

Qingshui tilted his head, and Aman and Huangmao next to him immediately took off their belts and tied up Simone and John.

"Accountant, Aman, you two take care of the aftermath. Anthony, Jackson, take the man to the second floor and I will interrogate him personally."

"Got it, Boss. I'll find all the money they hid in here."

The accountant pushed up his glasses and smiled sinisterly.

"Don't worry, boss. If anyone dares to cause trouble, I will send him to see God!"

Aman carried a rifle with a cruel smile on his bloodstained face.

The Spallett father and son were escorted by two of their men to a box on the second floor.

"Your Majesty!"

Anthony and Jackson kicked the Spallettas' calves together, forcing them to kneel in front of the table.

Qingshui sat down on the sofa with a swagger, reached out and picked up the knife next to the fruit bowl, weighed it a few times, and then his fingers nimbly and quickly cut the apples in the fruit bowl into neat pieces.

Although the ninja school only teaches the basic use of cold weapons, it still looks very intimidating when the chakra blesses the body.

"My knife is very fast. Although it's not as fast as those kendo masters who can chop bullets with it, it's fast enough to chop people. And I also know some human medicine, so I can cut more than a hundred pieces of flesh from a person and make the person feel pain without dying or fainting."

"Boss, if you have any questions, just ask. I have seen enough threats in my life. I only ask you to give John a chance to live."

Simmons sighed.

"Dad, you..."

"No no no..."

Qing Shui picked up the sanitary towel on the table and stuffed it into John Spaletta's mouth. "You two, take this guy to a private room far away from here. I will interrogate him separately. If the answers of the two people are inconsistent, it means that at least one of them is lying. Then both of you have to try my skills to see if I can really cut off a hundred pieces of meat. If both are correct, then I can agree to your request. How about it?"

A shy smile appeared on Qingshui's face.

I'm still a little unfamiliar with doing this kind of threatening thing.

But it doesn’t matter. You should be able to get used to it after doing it a few more times.

John Sbaleta was dragged by Anthony and Jackson to the box at the corner of the aisle.

"If you want to know something, just ask."

Simmons closed his eyes.

"Very good. First question, how much are your gang's total assets? Where are they hidden?"

"The account book is in the office upstairs. There is about $700,000 in cash. Other real estate such as stores are also recorded in it. There are $200,000 in the drawer of the office. There are also $150,000 in Gotham Savings and Loan Bank, $100,000 in Wayne Enterprises Private Bank, and the remaining $300,000 is in the safe of the supermarket warehouse at 31 Decker Street."

Compared to the two gang bosses he met before, Simmons obviously understands the principle of not putting all eggs in one basket.

"The location and password of the bank."

"One is on me and one is on my son. The password is the founding date of the United States."

That's 840512.

"Did you rob the Penguin's cargo a month ago?"

"We did participate in that operation, but we don't have the thing at all. The person we want is Mr. Hugo."

"Hugo?"

Qingshui's first impression was Victor Hugo, the famous writer in French history, but he has been dead for more than a hundred years.

"Hugo Strange, professor at Gotham State University and chief consultant at Arkham Asylum. Not long ago, he became a member of the Gotham City Council."

I do have some impression of this, but it is only the remaining memory of my original body.

He had undergone a psychological evaluation of this scholar while imprisoned in Arkham, but after deeming him not as threatening as other well-known villains, he never saw the scholar again.

"What's the cargo?"

"I don't know. It was packed in a container. I heard it was a high-tech device made by Dayton Industries in Metropolis. I don't know what it's called, what it does, or even what it looks like."

Dayton Industries?

I haven't heard of it. I can check it out later.

However, as long as it doesn't interfere with his plans, Qingshui doesn't bother to care about these troubles.

Whatever the problem, Batman will solve it.

After calling Jackson to watch over Simone, Shimizu went to the room across the street to interrogate John Spaletta.

ten minutes later.

"Is that all?"

Qingshui sighed, and played with the fruit knife in his hand reluctantly, with a look of regret on his face.

How come these two people are so sensible?

Although I am a villain, it is better to be trustworthy than not to be trustworthy.

and so……

"Anthony, ask if the signal jammer outside is turned off? If it is, send a message to Penguin. The Spalletta father and son are in his hands."

I just promised not to kill them, but Penguin didn't agree.

(End of this chapter)