Become a Phantom Thief from the Comic World

"Exchange for a small surveillance system jammer, 750 exclamation points will be deducted, leaving 997 exclamation points."

As the exchange was completed, a small object appeared in front of Dean out of thin air, suspended in mid-air by a virtual disk, waiting for him to take it.

This jammer is cylindrical in shape, about the same length as a solid-state drive, and is all black. The start button is at the top, and there are two indicator lights in the middle, red and green. The green light means normal operation, and the red light means the radius is ten There are monitors within five meters that are beyond the conventional technology of the earth.

Dean picked up the jammer, and the virtual tray disappeared.

"I can finally have a good rest."

After finishing everything, Dean rubbed his slightly sore shoulders. He had a lot of work today, especially in addition to his own Phantom Thief mission, he also spent a lot of time working in the kitchen while pretending to be intern Tom. .

Although Dean usually cooked his own meals, this was nothing like working in a hotel kitchen.

Very tired, not just physical fatigue, but a sense of powerlessness that is both physical and mental.

Ask yourself, when Dean trains many high-end magic skills, he exerts much more physical effort than doing those few hours of work, but the physical and mental feeling is completely opposite.

Especially when he thought about going to school again on Monday, Dean felt even more tired.

Sometimes he even thought about dropping out of the private Gotham High School and transferring to Phelps Public High School.

But that's just to think about the public schools here, even Solomon Grandy wouldn't let his kids go...if he had kids.

With these unnutritious thoughts, Dean lay on the bed and gradually fell asleep.

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On the other side, the Iceberg Club.

Okiervi and his younger brother transported the sniper's body into the underground secret room. This is the place where the Penguin is specially used to deal with dead bodies, whether they are his own men or the enemies he killed.

In Gotham, there are actually far fewer real murder cases than most people imagine, but the number of cases related to disappearances is a bit unusual.

For example, there's a gang fight almost every night, maybe two, in the East End or in Burnley, it doesn't matter where.

The important thing is that the gang war ended tonight. When the GCPD police came out tomorrow morning, they found that the ground was clean, with no messy fuzzy flesh and blood, and no countless bullet casings. Not even a body was found, but the surrounding The environment can be a little messy.

So the question is, was no one injured in this gang fight? Or are the gunshots during the war all hallucinations of nearby residents?

We don't know, and we dare not ask.

Unless a resident had the courage to call the police in the middle of the fire, the GCPD might encounter some corpses...

The reason why Gotham is called the crime capital has never been because of the superficial reason of too many dead people. Instead, every inch of this city hides crimes that ordinary people can't even imagine.

If there is a city in the world where all kinds of crimes that humans can commit are gathered, and each crime has developed a mature and complete industrial chain, then it must be Gotham.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

There was a knock on the office door.

Penguin, who was browsing the revenue of various industries under his command, raised his head and motioned with his eyes to the two tall bodyguards inside the door to open the door.

I saw O'Kilwei walking in from the door, his face extremely solemn, and it looked like something big had happened.

"Boss, something happened at the auction."

O'Kilwe said with his head lowered, a hint of shame in his tone.

"Did Kaitou Kidd steal the diamond? Or did he see that the diamond was fake? Or...you let him escape?"

After O'Kilwe's words stopped, the Penguin's expression did not change at all, and he just continued to collect the revenue accounts.

Since the news about the auction has not yet been revealed, Penguin, who is far away in the Iceberg Club, does not know the details of the auction.

"It's just a scandal about counterfeiting diamonds. Let Graytard open the media conference and insist that he didn't know that the diamond was fake before he bought it, and then spend some money to bribe a few reporters to write some articles that are beneficial to us. .”

Penguin didn't look back.

"We will re-plan the money laundering plan after a while. As for Roman who needs clean money, let him wait. This time there was an accident, and the fault is on our side. We will take 5% less from him then." 's commission."

"This...boss...things are not that simple..."

O'Kilwe looked embarrassed and hesitated.

"This time our background has been exposed. Kaitou Kidd and Vicki Weir teamed up to launder money and exposed the money laundering. Now Lark and Greylatard have both been caught!"

"Even one of the two snipers I brought died at the hands of Kaitou Kidd!"

As soon as he said this, Penguin suddenly raised his head, stared at O'Kilwei sharply, and said every word.

"Tell me clearly what's going on."

Immediately afterwards, O'Kilwe told the Penguin all the series of things that had happened before.

"...I originally thought that having Lark and Gray Tard in the auction was enough. I only needed to ambush Kaitou Kidd outside, but I didn't expect that things would turn out like this."

O'Kilwe sighed, with regret on his face, "When the auction started, I called Sister Luck and reminded her that she must act in accordance with the boss's orders and not act on her own accord. As a result..."

"Kidd the Phantom Thief...Vicky Vale..."

Penguin muttered two names, and suddenly asked O'Kilwei out of the blue: "Aren't you lying in ambush outside the hotel? Why do you know so much about what's going on inside?"

Hearing this, O'Kilwe's heart tightened. The Penguin was indeed not that easy to deceive, but he had already prepared his words.

"Boss, you also know that Sister Luck and Gray Letard have never dealt with me. They are both old men in the gang, and I have only been appreciated by the boss in the past two years, allowing me to control today's affairs remotely. I'm worried I couldn’t suppress them and I was worried about an accident, so I hid the listening device at the auction in advance.”

O'Kilwe said with a wry smile.

"It's not that I don't trust them both, it's just to be on the safe side."

Penguin looked deeply at O'Kilwe, who said there were no obvious loopholes.

And Luck has indeed expressed his disdain for Okierwei many times, and Okierwei's concerns are not unreasonable.

"Hmph! It seems that everyone has almost forgotten whose city Gotham is, and someone actually dares to destroy my business..."

Penguin snorted and made a call on the spot.

"Issuing a reward, whoever can kill Kaitou Kidd will receive half a million dollars!"

Half a million may sound small, but for Gotham's killers, this is definitely a rare and large deal.

For no other reason than because human life is so worthless in Gotham.

It only costs 10,000 U.S. dollars to kill an adult male, 20,000 U.S. dollars for an adult woman, and 30,000 U.S. dollars for a minor. These are the common prices for professional killers. Some professional killers offer even lower prices than this in order to attract more business.

Find a random homeless guy on the side of the road, hand him twenty dollars, and you can get him to stab anyone on the street.