Become a Phantom Thief from the Comic World

As soon as they reached the eighteenth floor, Dick and Alfred saw a police presence several times greater than at the entrance.

After walking out of the elevator, at least three sentries were posted at every fork in the road, and five police officers were even assigned to some key passages.

From time to time, patrol teams pass by in the corridor. Each patrol team consists of two people. There are ten patrol teams in total, and they cycle every five minutes.

It seemed to be quite tightly guarded, with capable police officers armed with live ammunition everywhere.

But after the two Dicks entered the auction venue, the tense atmosphere suddenly eased a lot.

The entire venue is composed of two parts. The first half is an entertainment venue including restaurants, dance halls and bars, and the second half is the auction venue.

I saw hundreds of people already sitting in a restaurant in Nuo Da, enjoying the delicacies from the mountains and seas made with precious ingredients on the table.

There is a large ballroom-like open space next to the restaurant area, where pairs of noble ladies and gentlemen dance to beautiful music.

There were a large number of reporters in the venue, taking pictures of the group of celebrities.

There is another huge space deeper in the ballroom and restaurant. The two areas are separated by a huge bright red curtain. From the gap between the two curtains, you can vaguely glimpse rows of staggered steps of different heights inside. Seats, obviously the place to participate in the auction is inside.

All of today’s auction items, including the world’s largest pink diamond, the “Pink Dream,” are currently being placed in the storage room behind the auction house.

Although there were already many guests in the venue, Dick found that there seemed to be no GCPD police present.

I don’t know whether Gordon didn’t arrange manpower inside the venue, or whether the people who came in were plainclothes and hidden in the crowd.

For the top elite circles in Gotham, what good things can be found at auctions is not the first priority. After all, most of the competing items in the auctions are brought by themselves, and they are just the first ones to buy them. The second house, the second house switches to the third house, and the third house switches back to the first house. This is just a drama.

For them, this is more like a social gathering to deepen ties with other families, and there are also some not-so-clean exchanges of interests.

Of course, there are also people who simply think they have money but no place to spend it, and don’t want to buy conventional products with fixed prices and lack of excitement. They participate in auctions just to satisfy their consumption desires.

The trailer for Kaitou Kidd has attracted a lot of attention from the outside world. This group of people seemed to have no idea what to eat, drink and play. No one was worried about it, and no one was even talking about Kaitou Kidd. Virtue.

It was as if Kaitou Kidd was not taken seriously by them at all.

Looking at these so-called upper-class people who were obsessed with eating, drinking, having fun, and were arrogant and arrogant, Dick felt a sense of boredom in his heart for no reason.

Alfred noticed Dick's face from the side, smiled flatly and said: "Don't care about other people's thoughts and attitudes, you can't change them, and they don't want to change, we just need to do our own thing. "

"I know you don't like this group of people in front of you. I believe that Master Bruce hates them more than you do, but it is this disgusting group of ruling class that controls most of the resources in this city, so Master Bruce will do it every day. Disguise yourself and mix with this group of people, so that you can have the opportunity to use them to make this hopeless city a little better."

"Master Richard, I saw a few tables with Romanian cabbage and Italian cream mushroom sauce. It's dinner time now. Let's go fill our stomachs first."

"Yeah." Dick nodded helplessly, walked to the restaurant area with Alfred, and found a corner to sit down.

Not long after the two of them sat down, a young waiter came over with a menu and an empty dinner plate, and asked with a smile: "What do you two want to order?"

There are only dish names on the menu, but no prices. This is not to blackmail people, but because all food and drinks are free for guests participating in the auction.

The hotel is not the organizer of the auction, but only rents this floor as the auction venue. This alone has already received a huge amount of rent, and there are even more invisible hidden benefits.

Naturally, it is impossible to charge additional fees for these ordinary services.

The young waiter took out a pen and wrote down the dishes they ordered while listening.

During this process, Dick did not speak, and Alfred was the only one who announced the names of the dishes.

"A Cannes seafood caviar platter, two Romanian carnitas, one Norwegian smoked salmon, one baked escargot with Burgundy vanilla sauce, one bluefin tuna sashimi, one cream corn soup...that's all That’s right, right?”

The waiter took note of the dishes and repeated the confirmation. After receiving a positive reply, he turned around and left with the menu and empty plate.

"oops!"

However, when he turned around, a beautiful woman with blond hair and big waves happened to be walking behind him, and the two accidentally bumped into each other.

The blond beauty staggered and was about to fall backwards. Alfred, who was nearest, had quick eyesight and quick hands, and quickly stretched out his hand to support her.

The waiter himself was fine, but the empty dinner plate in his hand was knocked off and fell upside down on the floor.

But at this time, he had no intention of paying attention to the empty dinner plate. He quickly helped the blonde beauty to stand up, while apologizing profusely with a panicked expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, guest, I didn't mean it! I...I didn't know you were behind me at the time!"

The waiter wanted to slap himself dozens of times immediately. Anyone who could participate in the auction would be a big shot that he could not afford to offend.

This time I almost knocked someone down. If the other person got angry, I would no longer have a foothold in Gotham!

"It's okay, I'm fine."

The blonde beauty stood up, straightened her appearance, and smiled at the waiter, "It's me who should apologize. I walked in too fast and didn't notice you were about to turn around."

"You don't blame me?" the waiter asked in disbelief.

"It's just a trivial matter. There's nothing strange about it." The blonde beauty waved her hand, "There are so many people in the restaurant, so you must be quite busy. I hope it doesn't affect your work."

Hearing this, the waiter immediately felt as if he had been granted amnesty and hurriedly left the place.

"You...you are Miss Vicky Weir, right?"

At this time, Alfred looked at the blonde and asked.

When she heard someone calling her, Vicky took a closer look at the person who had just supported her, and found that he looked familiar.

"Is that you, Alfred?"