Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 48 boom
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle."

The harsh sound of steel files echoed in the basement. Fortunately, although it was noisy, it was not loud enough to disturb the people upstairs.

"crunch-"

The basement door was pushed open, and a beam of light shone into the dark space from the stairs.

"Harvey, Harvey, are you down there?"

A soft female voice sounded. It was Harvey's wife, Greta Dent.

Harvey put the file back on the messy workbench. The slightly yellowish light from the chandelier and the workbench illuminated Harvey beside the table and the area on the table, where various metal parts, bullets, gun parts, etc. were placed crookedly. He looked up at Greda who was walking down the stairs. Her face seemed a little uneasy.

"I, I saw on the news that you burned a lot of money at Falcone Company. I'm worried."

"Worried that I'll turn out like Richard Daniel? That's really unnecessary, Greda."

The two of them were chatting with each other underground, which has almost become the couple's daily routine recently.

Greda was a little emotional. As she spoke, she subconsciously buried her head in Harvey's chest, tears flashing in her eyes. As the wife of Harvey Dent, the fool who insisted on upholding fairness and justice in Gotham, she seemed so tormented and nervous just waiting for him to get off work every day. In fact, she had already cried to Harvey like this since the day after Richard was murdered.

Harvey Dent hugged his wife, narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression full of love and cold anger towards Falcone's actions in Gotham City. The flame of justice in his heart seemed to never go out and would always burn.

"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling--"

"Honey, go upstairs. I'll take a call first."

"Um Harvey?"

"what happened?"

"Remember to come up later. There's a package sent to you. It seems to have a combination lock, and I can't open it."

"Combination lock? I'll be right there, dear."

After comforting his wife and calming her down, Harvey Dent sent her upstairs and answered the phone that had just rung.

"Hey?"

An electronic voice, obviously disguised by a voice changer, came from the other end of the phone, making it impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman, old or young.

"Mr. Harvey Dent, the Romans send their greetings."

In a black car outside the door, through the black one-way reflective film on the car windows, five figures were silently observing the situation in Harvey's house.

"I say, did Dent's wife take the bomb in?"

The boy, Donnie, held the remote control in his hand and seemed very patient. "Why rush? Wait until you are sure Dent has come out of the basement before detonating it."

Hypocrite Kevin was a little curious. "So, what on earth has Harvey Dent been doing in the basement every day? It's been almost two weeks now, right?"

"Who knows?" Sly Jimmy chuckled, his hands on the steering wheel. "Maybe it's to prepare for next time."

"You mean"

"Two shots took out a prominent member of the Falcone family. If it were you, would you be planning another one?" Mickey the Mink said sarcastically. "Our justice messenger spent so much time getting Johnny Vitti to testify in court, and in just one night, he reconciled with his uncle Falcone."

"In my opinion, no matter what one wants to do in Gotham, whether it's a good guy or a bad guy, it's much easier to use a gun than the law - if he keeps killing like this, the Falcone family will soon be in panic. The results of these two shots are equivalent to the tug-of-war in the past year." "I said, Harvey Dent seems to have shown up, yes, he showed up." Willy, the duet singer, suddenly reminded.

"Great, brothers, Jimmy, Donny, get ready. Once we finish this job, we'll live a life of luxury from now on!"

"No problem, sir. Just wait and see."

"Anytime, Mitch."

So several people watched helplessly as Harvey Dent's figure walked out of the basement and flashed past the living room window.

"He's coming out, but his wife seems to be going into the basement. What do you mean, should we detonate it now? Or should we wait until his wife goes downstairs?"

"With the power of my bomb, as long as he is on the first floor, that bomb will blow him to pieces. As for his wife - I'm too lazy to wait, I'll detonate it now."

"okay--"

"Why don't you press it?"

"I pressed it, why isn't this button working?"

Under the gaze of his four teammates, Donnie pressed the remote control in his hand repeatedly in panic, but there was no movement in Harvey Dent's house. At this time, he subconsciously looked at Mickey.

"Mitch, is there something wrong with the bomb?"

"No way, damn it, I checked this morning—"

"boom!"

At this moment, violent flames and explosions finally shot up into the sky, shattering the window glass in Harvey Dent's house. Thick smoke and flames spread everywhere, and even several twisted and deformed iron nails filled in the bomb flew out of the window. Even if the Gotham District Attorney was not killed by the flames of the explosion, he would be pierced into a sieve by the dense iron nails.

"Did you see that?" Mickey, who had the quickest reaction, came to his senses and boasted triumphantly, "I told you, my bomb at least works—drive now!"

The black, unlicensed car started its engine and quickly disappeared around the corner.

"Mitch, why doesn't this bomb have the power you said, that it can blow Harvey's house up into the sky?" Kevin had nothing to do, so he kept an eye on Harvey Dent: "Are you really going to fail?"

"You bunch of idiots who don't know how to blast, don't question my bomb-making skills." Mickey scolded. "Wait until you see the news tomorrow, and you'll know how good I am."
-
"Harvey Dent is dead."

"Those nails you bought—you know I'll find you, it's only a matter of time."

The bats in the darkness made cold and low sounds, without any emotional ups and downs.

But in Mickey's ears, whether it was because the neon signs outside the window were too dazzling or because he was still hungover, he always felt that there were pairs of bat eyes staring at him coldly in the darkness, and he always felt that their voices were almost deafening, and he always felt that he would be torn to pieces by these angry monsters in the next second.

The sudden sound from the room scared him so much that his hair stood on end and he could hardly hold the bottle of wine in his hand. He knew very well whose voice it was and what would happen to him, but he just deliberately didn't think about it.

"Ahhh-"

The screaming man jumped out of the window and fell in the alley. He looked up in horror and saw only a terrifying huge black shadow walking towards him step by step from the shadow of the alley.

"Batman!"

(End of this chapter)