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Chapter 93 Catwoman, Batman, and the Penguins

A continuous, cold rain shrouded the neon-lit, bustling Gotham.

On Park Street, the empty manhole cover, which had been stolen sometime ago, was spewing out white steam.

The streets were cluttered and disorganized.

One after another, tall, heavily made-up streetwalkers stood under umbrellas or eaves, craning their necks and hoping that a "good guy" would come to their door that day.

They dressed boldly and revealingly, exposing large swaths of their bare skin to the air while covering their private parts as much as possible.

No one likes rainy days more than sunny days.

This will not only drastically reduce their number of customers, but also make their low-ceilinged and dark office spaces extremely damp.

Not far from Park Street is the main street in the East District.

That's the most bustling area in the entire eastern district.

All kinds of bars, restaurants, shopping malls, KTs —

The neon lights, mottled and colorful, shimmered and shone, as all sorts of passersby hurried by.

At that moment, a tall, slender figure disappeared into the crowd like a graceful cat.

The woman wore a faded, loose-fitting dark short jacket on her upper body, and black work pants that looked badly worn on her lower body. On her feet were a pair of worn-out soft-soled canvas shoes, which were quickly soaked through when she stepped into the puddles.

The woman's messy, dark short hair covered half of her face, making it impossible to see her features clearly.

However, it's easy to tell from her slender, upturned eyes that she is definitely a beautiful woman who is deliberately trying to look ugly.

The other person was like a slippery eel, their slender fingers deftly darting through the pockets of passersby, silently stealing wallets and jewelry.

Narrow alleys and bus stops are her playgrounds; her movements are swift and effortless.

After succeeding, they would quickly retreat into the shadows of a corner to take stock of their spoils.

She knew perfectly well who she could target and who she should avoid.

Take, for example, the Iceberg Restaurant, which was recently renovated and has a magnificent exterior.

You absolutely must not touch any customers coming out of there, otherwise you might ruin your pickpocketing career.

Of course, if the other person has something really good, a woman can't guarantee she'll be able to control herself.

Take today, for example.

She saw a portly, Mediterranean-looking man saunter out of the Iceberg Restaurant.

Under the dazzling neon lights, a glittering gold object was visible on the other person's incredibly greasy wrist.

That's a Rolex that was just released recently.

She could make a lot of money on the black market, enough for her and her newly adopted Holly to live comfortably for a long time.

Most importantly, it's so beautiful.

The exquisite design and calming colors make it hard for women to look away.

After glancing around, the woman subtly moved closer.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came from another corner of Gotham's night.

The grappling hooks roared, their slender yet exceptionally sturdy steel hooks firmly locking onto the exposed steel beams of the roof.

Dressed in black armor, Bruce used the rope to leap into the air, his wide black cloak billowing out, and swung between the towering buildings.

However, unlike the obviously technological and rugged armor, the headpiece was not the bat mask that people later became familiar with, but a makeshift, rough hood simply sewn together from two pieces of black soft cloth.

As for the bat helmet, it is still under production due to material limitations.

But Bruce couldn't wait to transform into the night and unleash his own unique horror legends into the darkness of Gotham.

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After some deliberation, he chose the Penguin Gang, who were currently the most arrogant, as the target of his first operation.

Although he had once reached an agreement with the real boss behind the Penguin Gang.

However, the agreement itself is a mutual exchange between the two parties.

He used a full 20% of the Wayne family's shares to obtain clues about his parents' murder.

Bruce originally intended to target Falcone, the former uncrowned king who, for decades, had been a godfather-like figure in Gotham's underworld, single-handedly establishing Gotham's dark order.

But with the Penguin Gang becoming the dominant force, Falcone's Mafia has long been in decline and is now barely surviving on a few remaining avenues.

As for Falcone himself, he had long since retired from the limelight.

As the first day of the arrival of the swearing bats.

Bruce believed he needed to create a sufficiently sensational and explosive news story.

In addition, he received reliable information.

Tonight, the Penguin Gang plans to smuggle a shipment across Gotham Port under the cover of rain.

This is a golden opportunity.

But before that, he needs to find someone.

A damp, chilly wind swirled through the alley.

A residential area near the police station.

The alley was quiet and deserted. James Gordon had just finished a tiring shift and walked out of his house in civilian clothes, carrying a garbage bag.

At this time.

A tall, dark figure suddenly descended from the rooftop without making a sound. As it landed steadily, it immediately pressed something sharp against Gordon's back.

Gordon froze, instinctively wanting to turn around.

"Here's a piece of advice: it's best not to turn around."

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Bruce immediately said.

Since it was my first time doing it, I was still a bit rusty.

However, he knows how to change his voice and how to hide extra tones, so he is not worried about being exposed.

Gordon's gaze darkened: "Who are you? What do you want?"

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"You are one of the few good cops in Gotham. Clean, upright, and not corrupted. I have been observing you for a long time."

Bruce said slowly.

His deep, hoarse voice betrayed no change in emotion.

Gordon frowned, looking puzzled.

"So, what do you want?"

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"It is common knowledge that the Penguins smuggle large quantities of contraband every week, manipulate order, and openly defy the law."

But why is it that no one in Gotham dares to touch him? Why is everyone turning a blind eye? Tell me, why?

Gordon’s tone was tinged with deep helplessness: “If you’re a Gothamite, you should know very well that Oswald has already bribed all the key figures in the city.”

Judges, police officers, and politicians are all interconnected, their power deeply entrenched.

No one dared to touch him; to do so would be to antagonize the entire corrupt system of Gotham.

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"What do we need to bring him down?"

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"To be honest, although I don't know who you are, you'd better put away this unrealistic idea. At the very least, during the Penguin Gang's rapid growth, taking him down is as difficult as climbing to the sky."

Gordon said helplessly.

"I just need specific advice," Bruce said in a low voice.

"First, sufficient evidence is needed; Oswald has always been meticulous in his work."

Secondly, a prosecutor who is brave enough, unafraid of threats, and willing to confront darkness is needed to initiate prosecution.

"Evidence? Go to this place in an hour; you'll find the evidence you want there."

Bruce pulled a card from his pocket, placed it on a nearby trash can, and then vanished into the rain.

Gordon thought for a moment, picked up the card, saw the address on it, and couldn't help but frown.

The rain provided the best cover.

The cable was retrieved, and Bruce landed lightly on the roof of a two-story warehouse.

Downstairs, the warehouse was brightly lit.

Dozens of penguin gang thugs huddled together, the air thick with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, and shrill laughter emanating from within.

Bruce crouched down, his cloak instantly tucked in, and silently climbed down the drainpipe.

This moment.

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Bruce felt like a bat that could move freely in the dark.

No one could find him.

He is darkness itself.

Through the dim window, he keenly observed that dozens of heavy solid wood crates were neatly stacked in the corner of the warehouse.

A group of henchmen leaned against the wooden crate, smoking and bragging, holding iron bars, short knives and other weapons in their hands, their expressions arrogant and nonchalant.

Bruce didn't hesitate any longer. He hooked his feet upside down and his dark figure plummeted from the sky.

The cloak suddenly burst open, like a black wing that obscured light and shadow, and the dull thud of it hitting the ground was completely swallowed up by the torrential rain outside the window.

The noisy laughter inside the warehouse came to an abrupt halt.

"Who?"

"Is there an enemy?"

"Fuck, where did this idiot come from?"

The henchmen on guard immediately swarmed forward.

Bruce remained expressionless.

He casually parried the incoming machete, then punched the foremost henchman in the face several times, followed by a knee strike to the abdomen, swiftly taking down another man.

He then sidestepped the sweeping iron pipe, bent down, and with a sweeping motion, slammed the thugs on the far left heavily onto the concrete ground.

Using his armor, along with his superior skills and strength, Bruce moved through the crowd like a ferocious beast, crushing everything in his path.

Screams, groans, and the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground rang out one after another.

In less than a minute, dozens of arrogant penguin gang henchmen were sprawled on the ground, bruised and battered, groaning in pain.

Bruce withdrew his gaze and strode towards the rows of sealed wooden crates.

Immediately afterwards, he smashed a wooden box with force.

"Click"

The heavy wooden plank cracked with a snap, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

But the next moment.

Bruce's pupils suddenly contracted.

There were no drugs, no weapons, and not even any smuggled contraband under the wooden crate.

Inside, neatly stacked, were just the most ordinary stainless steel cutlery, white porcelain rice bowls, soup dishes, and tableware.

He quickly broke open several wooden crates nearby, and found they were exactly the same.

They were all cheap everyday tableware.

be cheated!

Bruce immediately realized what was happening.

Just then, a mocking, effeminate laugh slowly rang out from the warehouse entrance.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to be so bold as to actually show up."

Do you really think that by successfully turning the person next to me down, you can have something on me?

And then you come here dressed like a bat to disgust me?

A figure, walking with a limp and a limp, carrying a black umbrella, walked into the warehouse from the rain.

With his hunched posture, pale skin, and signature narrow top hat, it was Oswald Copperfield.

Behind him, two tall thugs were holding down a skinny, blond man, who was the informant who had secretly leaked information to Bruce earlier.

The penguin strolled leisurely to the wooden crate, glanced down at the box full of tableware, and sneered, "Disappointed, aren't you?"

"You thought you were catching Gotham's cancer, a smuggler, but in the end, you went on a night infiltration and fought a huge battle, all for a bunch of dishes and cutlery?"

Bruce frowned, instantly understanding everything.

The so-called smuggling intelligence and the so-called midnight shipments were all a trap.

The blond informant, whom he had spent a great deal of time and money investigating, had long been discovered by the Penguin.

Tonight's news was deliberately released as bait, to lure him into this trap.

The Penguin was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined!

"Gotham has never been a place that needs heroes."

"Little bat, I want to see what kind of face is under that mask."

The moment the words fell, dozens of elite thugs who had been lying in ambush rushed out from outside the warehouse. Each of them was burly and fierce, many times more ferocious than the ragtag thugs who had just fallen to the ground.

Countless weapons were hurled at Bruce, and the sounds of gunfire, clubs, and screams quickly filled the warehouse.

Batman's armor, while able to defend against bullets and slashes, cannot withstand a barrage of relentless heavy blows.

Soon, bruises covered his shoulders, back, waist, abdomen, and thighs.

If we continue fighting, we'll only exhaust ourselves.

Bruce knew he couldn't linger in the fight, so he used a close-quarters combat maneuver to knock back the thugs who rushed in front of him, then suddenly turned around and leaped through the glass window on the second floor of the warehouse.

Glass shattered and flew everywhere, and the icy downpour instantly soaked them.

Using the momentum, he leaped out, grabbed the cable hanging outside the house, and, taking advantage of the darkness of the rainy night, broke free of the encirclement. After escaping several streets, he was exhausted and fell heavily to the ground.

In the pitch-black rainy night, unbeknownst to anyone, Batman's first attempt ended in a crushing defeat.

Unbeknownst to anyone, on the rooftop of a building in a secluded alley in the shadows of Gotham, a slender and agile black figure stood silently.

Selena Kyle, the cat-like woman from before, saw the flames of the fight in the direction of the warehouse through the heavy rain, and also saw the black figure falling into the darkness from the heights.

Her eyes looked somewhat puzzled.

What strange things have appeared in the darkness of Gotham this time?

However, a cat's curiosity can never be suppressed.

After thinking for a moment, she secretly ran to the place where Bruce had fallen.

But apart from the mess on the ground and the bloodstains washed away by the rain, there was no one there.

But just as Selena turned around, a pair of large hands suddenly grabbed her throat.

Although no force was used, the woman immediately felt suffocated.

"Who are you?"

"Bruce, who was limping, asked in a low voice."

"Elizabeth Bell. I live nearby and just saw you fall from a height, so I came over to see if you need any help."

Selena said without changing her expression.

As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Did you just clash with the Penguin Gang?"

Bruce remained silent for a few seconds.

"Yes."

"You're really something. In Gotham, nobody dares to mess with them. But you seem to be injured. Should I call an ambulance for you?"

"No need," Bruce refused outright.

"Your outfit is really cool. People who like to wear outlandish clothes are usually very capable. That's how it is in the comics. Has the Penguin Gang been removed from Gotham City?"

Bruce frowned and moved his hand from the woman's neck to her mouth.

"If possible, I need you to do something for me. Contact Officer Gordon and tell him not to make any rash moves tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bruce used the grappling hook to disappear into the alley.

Actually.

There was absolutely no need for Selena to tip them off, and Gordon didn't make any rash moves.

What he opposes most is the act of street vigilantes.

That evening.

Oswald informed Lucas of what had happened.

On the other end of the phone.

The penguin couldn't help but flatter him: "Sir, you are simply a god among men. There really is a pervert disguised as a bat trying to cause trouble."

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