Become a Phantom Thief from the Comic World

Logically speaking, such a large crowd should be very conspicuous and easily found.

But for some reason, they avoided almost all surveillance cameras and were completely unable to track them effectively.

The hundreds of people under Black Mask, who had just been released from the Black Gate Prison, were all wearing masks at this moment.

Not long ago, Black Mask declared to the criminals in Blackgate Prison that he was going to cause trouble for Wayne Group, and also extended an olive branch, asking them to follow him and make a big fortune.

Generally speaking, most of the inmates at Blackgate are different from the patients at Arkham Asylum, and not just in terms of mental illness.

It is also reflected in the target of their hatred.

The super criminals in Arkham basically hate Batman first. Even if they had other enemies when they first embarked on the criminal path, as long as they meet Batman once, their hatred will instantly transfer to Batman. on the body.

Most of the prisoners in Blackgate Prison have a fear-based attitude toward Batman. They are unwilling to deal with Batman. Even if Batman captures them and puts them in prison, they will be angry at most and dare not speak out.

It doesn't matter if they curse a few times, it's absolutely impossible for them to take revenge on Batman.

What they hate most is actually the rich people in Gotham.

When Black Mask wanted to recruit them, most of the prisoners chose to join, while the other half did not intend to hang out with Black Mask and took advantage of the chaos to escape somewhere.

Black Mask doesn't know that Batman is looking for him like crazy now. Even if he knows, he doesn't care. He has only one thought in his mind.

Kill Bruce Wayne!

Destroy Wayne Group!

Just tonight!

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On the other side, the Gotham FBI branch.

A figure crawled furtively in the ventilation duct, moving very lightly and making no sound.

"I thought the FBI's internal facilities would be very tightly guarded, but I didn't expect that there would be such a wide ventilation duct, and there wouldn't be any mechanisms inside. It was a pleasant surprise."

Dean thought strangely in his heart.

It can be said that the ventilation ducts in this FBI branch are the largest he has ever seen. It feels a bit spacious for someone of his size to crawl inside.

I heard that when this branch was built, the team from Wayne Group helped with the construction. I really don’t know why they designed it like this...

I don’t know what day it is today, but on the night when Black Mask launched an attack on Blackgate Prison, Dean also started his plan to infiltrate the FBI.

What a coincidence, what a coincidence.

Chapter 180 Let me see your long-hidden secret

"Why does it feel like there's no one here?"

Dean crawled in the ventilation duct while observing the environment inside through the gaps.

Even though it is late at night, many FBI agents may have gone home from get off work, but it is impossible for this kind of organization to not have people on night watch.

And the quantity will definitely not be small.

But for some reason, Dean could still see a lot of agents when he first came in.

Now suddenly I can't see him.

It was as if everyone inside suddenly left because of something.

"Could it be that something big happened in Gotham that caused the GCPD to ask the FBI for help?"

Dean guessed in his mind.

"Forget it, no matter what the reason is, it's a good thing for me now."

He abandoned his distracting thoughts and crawled forward faster.

Not long after, Dean came to a corridor, and the words "Reference Room" were written on the room at the end of the corridor.

Interestingly, the ventilation duct has a removable blind right here, facing the corridor.

"No matter how you look at it, this blind looks like it was deliberately placed here..."

Dean carefully checked the blinds to make sure there were no hidden mechanisms on this thing.

"Coming all the way from the ventilation duct was a little too smooth. I didn't even encounter a few forks in the road and went straight to the door of the reference room."

It seems that the purpose of this ventilation duct is to allow people to sneak into the data room secretly.

Something must be wrong.

Dean felt there must be something wrong with this.

It is impossible for the FBI to be so careless. Could it be that this place is actually a trap designed to mislead others, and that the entire passage and data room are all fake?

Or……

Dean thought about the Wayne Group's involvement in building the precinct, and thought about the unusually large size of the ventilation ducts.

"Is this ventilation duct for Batman?"

I don't know why, but Dean thinks that this very absurd idea may be true.

"In retrospect, many buildings in Gotham were built by the Wayne Group. Basically, the vents in newly built high-rise buildings are relatively large. On the contrary, like many old buildings, the ventilation ducts are normal in size and cannot be drilled in. .”

Gee, I didn’t expect that Batman, a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually do such illegal construction.

Unexpectedly, this design is not only useful to you, but also cheaper for me.

Dean thought amusedly.

He carefully removed the blinds and took out the surveillance jammer.

Although this prop is small, it is one of the deciding factors in why Dean has not been discovered so far.

Although it is ineffective against alien technology, DC Earth's surveillance technology is perverted enough, far exceeding the real-world technology in Dean's previous life.

Although it may seem like Batman holds countless alien technologies in his hands, that is only his own unique technology. Many raw materials cannot be found on earth or cannot be processed even if they are found.

Without the help of the Justice League, which can bring Batman all kinds of rare materials from the universe, his skills alone will be useless.

In other words, Batman has surveillance methods beyond Earth's technology, but they are far from being able to cover the entire Gotham.

Dean relied on the surveillance jammer to basically ignore all surveillance.

Even if he was really photographed by one or two alien surveillance cameras, it would be impossible to see through Dean's flaws in the blurry footage left behind.

Ok……

Looking at this unguarded corridor, the door of the reference room opposite was facing him, like a foot-washing girl on the street waving her hand to call him in.

Maybe this will be a wonderful encounter, or maybe it will be a hidden disaster.

Dean didn't just walk over carelessly, but took out a pair of glasses from somewhere and put them on himself.

In an instant, streaks of red light appeared in the corridor, densely distributed in various locations, like a spider web.

Moreover, many of the lights were still moving irregularly, at least Dean couldn't see any patterns after simply observing them for more than ten seconds.

"Infrared alarm device, a bit old-fashioned, but it works."

Dean moved his joints a little, and his eyes instantly became serious.

The infrared rays that are fixed in death pose no threat to him, but the infrared rays that move irregularly are different.

These infrared rays move very fast, are numerous, and are very dense. At a glance, it is almost impossible to break through this layer of defense.

There were several key points that Dean wasn't sure he could get past.

As the infrared rays move, the positions and numbers of these key points will also change. It may become easier or it may become a dead end.

It is no exaggeration to describe this institution as ever-changing.

It seems that Batman doesn't really want to turn the FBI's data room into a bus that everyone can get on.

Who else but Batman could come up with such a perverted infrared design?

To be honest, if it were Dean a month ago, he probably wouldn't dare challenge this infrared mechanism casually.

But now, Dean has enough confidence to break through this difficulty.

Sensitive response, start!

Well, the responsive Dean can't use his own consciousness to start it anytime and anywhere, but it will automatically turn on when necessary.

This is a very good feature, because when Dean needs to turn on the sensitive response, it is very likely that he will not be able to react before turning it on.

And automatically turning on is much better.

Dean took a deep breath and straightened his clothes to make them fit more closely.

Then he rushed resolutely into the infrared spider web.

Dean's figure was seen dexterously rotating and moving between the gaps in the infrared rays. His body's flexibility was almost better than that of the world's top gymnasts. He could bend his body at incredible angles and pass through extremely narrow gaps.

At this time, Dean was arching his waist, facing up to form an arch, and then stood upside down, carefully letting his legs pass through the seven infrared blocks.

Suddenly, the hair on Dean's body stood on end and the pupils of his eyes shrank.

At this moment, he felt as if time had slowed down, and all moving things around him became extremely slow.

Turning the corner of his eyes, he noticed that a line of infrared rays was moving towards his side.

In Dean's eyes, it moves very slowly, including every infrared ray in the vicinity, and its movement trajectory is within Dean's observation.

At this time, Dean slightly bent his arms, suddenly bounced his body upwards from the ground, retracted his legs and turned back in the air.

There was not even a trace of excess, and his body just avoided all the infrared rays and landed in a temporarily safe position.

After repeating this several times, Dean finally arrived at the door of the data room.

At this time, dense beads of sweat appeared on Dean's forehead.

This infrared corridor is only more than ten meters long, but walking through it consumes a lot of Dean's energy.

This is also the only side effect of the sensitive reaction talent. It requires stamina before Dean's own reflexes have grown to full strength.

However, this side effect is not particularly serious, and it is very easy to solve in the Dean System Mall.

Dean spent fifty exclamation points to buy a bottle of physical recovery potion, drank it as much as he could, and soon returned to normal.

"Then, now I can see your secret, Cassandra..."

Chapter 181 How cruel can a nine-year-old girl be

Without spending much time, Dean pried open the door of the data room and walked in.

Dean was very careful when he opened the door because he wasn't sure if anyone was inside.

Fortunately, there was no one inside. There were only several hidden cameras hanging in the corners monitoring the environment in the data room.

Holding the surveillance jammer in his hand, Dean tiptoed into the equipment room of the data room, which contained several computers.

These computers use independent servers, are only connected to the FBI's internal network, and store massive amounts of data and information.

"Great, now let's see if this works."

Dean first took out a card from the inner pocket of his clothes and inserted it into a socket in front of the computer.

Dean had borrowed this from an FBI agent before. Without this authorization card, the computer in the data room would not be able to start up normally.

Immediately afterwards, Dean took out a USB flash drive, which contained Cassandra's DNA information.

After Dean inserted the USB flash drive, he began to operate quickly on the computer.

Although Dean's computer skills are not as good as those of professional hackers, they are still pretty good. His current task is not to hack the computers in the database, but to use the FBI agent's authorization card to perform normal operations, so there is no technical difficulty.

In fact, even ordinary people's computer skills can completely operate on it.

"Let me take a look. Through DNA data analysis and comparison, I can find matching information in the database... I have it!"

Suddenly, Dean's eyes lit up. He actually found a file from the database, which seemed to be an investigation record of a murder case.

Without further ado, he immediately retrieved the file.

"This file was created... five years ago? Murder?"

Dean frowned. Cassandra must be about fourteen years old now. She was only nine years old five years ago.

He opened the file and continued to flip through it.