Become a Phantom Thief from the Comic World

Gordon suspected that he had heard wrongly.

"I said that Kaitou Kidd gave the Angel's Blood and Tear Ruby to Vicky Vale, and then Vicky Vale reported the case to the GCPD."

"Go to Gotham Gazette, now!"

Gordon immediately urged Bullock to start the car.

"Don't be impulsive, Jim. She has arrived at the GCPD and is waiting for us to go back."

Brock smiled calmly.

At the same time, in a sparsely populated street near the Gotham Gazette Building.

Dean, wearing a Gotham Gazette uniform, walked out of a dim alley, and could vaguely see three or four people behind him.

"When will there be less gangsters in Gotham's alleys?"

Dean dusted himself off and shook his head helplessly.

Not long ago, he slipped out of the Gotham Gazette Building. He originally planned to find a location where he could avoid surveillance, change his clothes and leave, but he ran into some robbers.

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Chapter 12 No Way Out, Ventilation Duct

With Dean's current skills, it would be easy to defeat a few gangsters who took drugs until half of their bodies were buried in the ground.

In the city of Gotham, similar homeless gangsters are hidden in almost every alley that cannot be illuminated by light.

They do not belong to any gang, and they have no special skills. They live in confusion every day, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong.

I regularly received subsidies from the Wayne Charitable Foundation every month, and then turned around and bought various medicines. I spent all my money within a few days.

Then they would hide in small groups in small alleys, only daring to swarm up lone people when they saw them passing by, and would use the stolen money to take drugs.

Over and over again, over and over again.

The final outcome is either death by knocking oneself to death or starving to death, or one can go crazy and suddenly become enlightened and evolve into a fellow inmate of Arkham Asylum.

If you are lucky, you will be picked by a big gang, pushed out as a scapegoat, and imprisoned in Black Gate Prison for a few years. After you are released, you will receive a moderate reward.

Even if the sentence is decades or even indefinite, it still provides food and housing, and at least you don't have to worry about one day starving or freezing to death, although if you become an addict, you may be worse off than alive.

This is quite interesting. They can get these by doing whatever they do, but they don't have the courage to do so. They are so useless that even a small gang with only a dozen people would not consider recruiting them.

And the number of this group in Gotham is unimaginably large.

Many people may ask, can't we provide them with some jobs?

The method is good, but it also requires people to be willing to work.

In short, Dean doesn't feel sorry for this kind of person at all, and he doesn't act lightly.

By the time he left the alley, Dean had put on a new face and costume.

I looked at the time and saw that it was eight o'clock in the evening, which was quite early.

Dean was in no hurry to go home. The main thing on his mind now was Vicki Vale's press release.

"The top auction held by Gotham's upper class, the world's largest and most precious pink diamond..."

Dean was very interested in this matter.

"If I remember correctly, the auction will be from nine o'clock in the evening to twelve-thirty midnight next Saturday, and the pink diamond will be the finale."

As for the location, it is the conference venue on the 18th floor of the Gotham International Hotel.

“Now is the perfect time to go and check it out.”

Doing what came to mind, Dean headed in the direction of the hotel.

Fortunately, he met a taxi not long after walking. Taking a taxi can save a lot of time.

And Dean is still keeping his disguise and has no worries.

Twenty minutes later, Dean got out of the car and arrived at the door of the hotel.

The Gotham International Hotel is as high as 26 floors. It occupies a large area and is luxuriously decorated. It is said that the hotel was built by an ancient and famous noble in Gotham. I don’t know whether it is true or not.

Generally speaking, hotels are semi-public places, and there are usually not many people inside.

But this hotel is different. Its high price has turned away 99% of the guests.

It can be seen that even though the auction is still a week away, a red carpet has been laid out at the door of the hotel, and several waiters are standing at the door to welcome guests.

There were even quite a few paparazzi holding cameras, squatting opposite the hotel or somewhere else with a good viewing angle, not knowing which topical figure they were planning to take a photo of.

Entering through the main entrance required verification of ID, so Dean naturally would not consider this route.

He first found a deserted place and put on pure black tights, and then put on a black mask, leaving only his eyes and mouth exposed, making him look like a little black man.

After all, the goal now is to visit sites rather than take official action. Of course, you can't wear phantom thief costumes that easily attract attention.

After changing his clothes, Dean thought that if someone accidentally saw him, his clothes would definitely be mistaken for a criminal. Although it was not difficult to solve, it was still a little troublesome.

So is there any way to wear black again and not take it seriously if people see you?

It really does.

Dean had an idea, found a yellow paintbrush, and drew a bat symbol on his chest...

After making all the preparations, Dean quickly walked around to the back of the hotel without anyone noticing. There was a row of trash cans and a small door. The trash cans were full of various ingredients. Obviously, this back door led to the kitchen. .

The door is locked and monitored. It is impossible to determine when someone will come, and it is inconvenient to pick the lock to get in.

Dean continued to circle the hotel.

After circling around, no other entrance was found.

"There is no breakthrough on the ground, so let's go to the roof and take a look."

Dean returned to the back of the hotel again, took out the grapple gun from a blind spot in the surveillance area, and fired toward the roof.

Most buildings will have a stairwell on the roof, and this hotel is obviously not willing to be one of the "most".

The rooftop of the hotel is bare, with no stairs leading up to it and not even a wall.

Dean wasn't sure what the founder of the hotel was thinking. He just wanted to give this person a good greeting at the moment.

"Do you want to go back and wait until the next time the kitchen takes out the trash?"

Dean was lost in thought. As he thought, he came to the edge of the rooftop near the back door and squatted down, looking down.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Dean noticed a vent installed on the wall a few meters below him.

There is nothing strange about having a vent, but it is worth mentioning that this vent is somewhat unusually large.

It's big enough to fit into an adult's body.

Dean stared into the vents, making a decision in his mind.

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At the same time, on the 25th floor of the Gotham International Hotel, there was a super-standard presidential suite.

This is the most luxurious suite in the entire hotel. It occupies an entire floor. It is more than enough to host a grand party for a thousand people.

Moreover, the 25th floor is usually not open to the public. No matter how much money you pay, you cannot stay. Only VIPs with political status are received here, such as foreign envoys or senior officials of the country.

However, in such a special place, a group of vicious-looking people gathered here.

"You have a nice place here. I like this sofa. It's very comfortable to sit on."

A blond man about thirty years old, wearing a black fur coat, with a cigarette in his mouth and slicked back hair, sat on a sofa. The others stood behind him, who should be the leader of the group.

Opposite this man sat a middle-aged man with a mustache and a somewhat nervous expression. The name tag on his chest showed his identity.

Gotham International Hotel Executive General Manager, Joey Cicero.

"I'll give you an exact copy if you like it, Mr. O'Kilver."

When the blond man said that he liked the sofa, Manager Cicero spoke up, and then asked: "The auction won't start until next week, why are you here today?"

"I just obey the boss's orders."

O'Kilwe took a puff of his cigarette and replied casually.

Hearing this, Manager Cicero's expression changed and he hurriedly asked: "What orders does Mr. Penguin have?"

Chapter 13 Kidd's Notice Letter Reappears

"You have to know that our boss is a cautious person. He may only have asked me to come here for one thing."

O'Kilwe shook the cigarette in his hand and stared at Manager Cicero with eyes that you know.

Cicero was not stupid and understood on the spot.

He was seen sitting upright and assured O'Kilwe: "I have arranged everything here. The relevant appraisal certificates are all from the highest-level authoritative institutions, and they are completely accurate using simple appraisal methods." There is no flaw, and the rich people who are enjoying their gains will not doubt the authenticity of the diamond.”

If outsiders heard what Cicero said, they would definitely be shocked. The rumored appraisal certificate for the world's largest pink diamond was actually forged, and the person who did it was actually the executive general manager of the Gotham International Hotel.

You know, the reputation of the Gotham International Hotel has always been excellent. Many auctions will be held here. As the executive general manager, Cicero has hosted countless auctions and has never been exposed. stain.

Who would have thought that Manager Cicero, who was deeply trusted by people, would secretly collude with Penguin to commit such an auction scam.

"Really? Then why are the rumors that 'the diamonds at the auction are fake' spread in Gotham recently? Some people even say that the seller behind this diamond is our boss..."

Ogilvie's eyes narrowed, and he stabbed Cicero with a sinister chill.

"The only people who know about the diamond are us and the puppet leader of the shipping company. I think you need to give me an explanation?"

"I don't know about the rumors!"

As soon as these words came out, Cicero couldn't sit still, stood up and said: "I swear, I never revealed it to the second person."

"Don't panic, the boss still trusts you, otherwise I wouldn't be talking to you here now."

O'Kilvi waved his hand and motioned for Cicero to sit down.

After hearing what he said, Cicero finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"But he still sent me over to remind you that based on the quality of this diamond, the starting price alone is at least 30 million US dollars. This is not a small order. The boss takes this very seriously and will not allow any mistakes."

O'Kilwe said with a serious expression: "There is another point, and the most important point, there must be no direct connection between the diamond and the boss!"

"Understood, I understand the rules!"

Cicero nodded repeatedly.

"Excellent. Your share will be indispensable when things are done. Let's have a happy cooperation."

Ogilvie and Cicero shook hands and smiled at each other.

What they didn't know was that at this very moment, there was an uninvited guest hiding above their heads.

"Wow, I really heard some great news."

In the ventilation duct, Dean lay quietly on an iron window net, secretly looking down.

"The pink diamond at the auction really belongs to Penguin, and listening to the conversation between the two people below, it seems that this diamond is really a high imitation."

Dean's eyes rolled, and a brand new action plan emerged from his mind.

At this time, Ogilvie and Cicero, who had finished their conversation, stood up at the same time and walked out the door with the young men behind them.

Dean was optimistic about the opportunity. He flipped his fingers and a card instantly appeared between his fingers.

Then find the right angle, and when everyone in the room turns their backs to you, flick your finger down.

The card popped out of the iron window and fell to the ground at an extremely fast speed, then bounced back up at an incredible angle, and finally landed just right on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Yeah! Did you hear anything?"

O'Kilwe keenly heard the slight sound of the card hitting the ground and rebounding, and immediately took out his gun and turned around to scan the room.

Then he saw what seemed to be a strange white card on the coffee table.

The others slowed down for a moment and took out their guns one after another.

It can be seen that the gang of boys brought by Okierwei have a very different quality from ordinary street gangsters.

As they drew their guns and turned around, everyone spontaneously dispersed, forming an arc-shaped formation that could radiate the entire room.