Become a Phantom Thief from the Comic World

Soon, a man's voice came from the door.

"Who told you about this place?"

O'Kilwe narrowed his eyes and said, "My boss's name is Oswald Cobblepot."

"Oh? Did Penguin ask you to come? Why didn't he come by himself?"

The man in the room asked next.

"He's very busy right now and doesn't have time to come here in person."

"Then how do I know what you say is true? I don't know you, unless you can prove your identity."

Faced with the man's doubts, O'Kilwe's expression remained unchanged, he took out a seemingly ordinary third-level Rubik's Cube from his pocket and said calmly.

"My boss asked me to take this to the people in the house, can you see it from behind the door?"

There was no peephole or any gap on the door, and there were no monitors around the house. O'Kilwe doubted whether the man inside could see the Rubik's Cube in his hand.

He also didn't know whether the Rubik's Cube that Penguin gave him was really useful, because no matter how he looked at it, he felt that it was just an ordinary Rubik's Cube that could be bought in any toy store.

There isn't even a special logo on it, seriously lacking in uniqueness.

It seems a bit inappropriate to use this kind of thing as a token of identity?

But there's nothing Okiervi can do, and that's exactly what the Penguin said.

"You brought the Rubik's Cube, good, now you can come in, Penguin's Ponyboy."

Unexpectedly, the man in the room could actually see the Rubik's Cube in O'Kilwe's hand, and even asked him to enter.

I saw the door in front of me automatically opened into the room, revealing a dimly lit room.

The whole room is very small, a total of ten square meters, and you can see the whole room at a glance.

There was no furniture except for a table, not to mention a bed, not even a stool.

There are seven or eight monitors on the table, and server-like equipment is connected below.

It is worth mentioning that Okierwe did not see the man who just spoke.

O'Kilwe walked into the house with a wary look on his face, and the door closed automatically.

Sizzling——sizzling——

At this moment, the monitor in the center of the table suddenly lit up, and a man wearing glasses appeared on the screen.

"Are you the calculator?"

O'Kilwe asked, looking at the screen.

"I heard that you have built the world's largest super criminal information network, specifically to provide intelligence or material services to super criminals."

Just like superheroes have the Justice League, super criminals have actually quietly formed similar secret societies, but compared to the Justice League, which is tightly organized and often acts jointly, the organizational structure of the secret society is much looser.

It may be difficult to determine who the leader of the secret society is. Lex Luthor of Metropolis, the Joker of Gotham, the Demonic Leader of the League of Assassins, Vandal Savage who is over 50,000 years old, and the Dark Lord of Khandak. Adam and others are all strong candidates, and it is difficult to compete with them.

But when it comes to the true hub of the secret society, the one that connects almost all super criminals, there is only one candidate.

Noah Cutler, known as Calculator.

He is one of the top hacker masters on the planet and has established a covert and huge information network around the world.

Normally, super criminals only like to stay in their own cities to commit crimes, but there will always be times when they need help or lack some rare items.

But they are super criminals. If they go to other cities without authorization, they will most likely be ostracized by the local super criminals. Who on earth will help them?

The calculator said: "I'll help!"

When necessary, super criminals can conduct remote transactions with super criminals in other cities through the calculator's information network, or directly purchase intelligence materials or corresponding items from the calculator.

Even the price is very affordable, and a full refund will be issued if the information is incorrect.

The main thing is fairness and justice, you agree and I agree.

"That's right. I am indeed in this business, so why did Penguin ask you to come here? You can't possibly come to see me, right?"

Calculator smiled and said, his voice was exactly the same as the voice that came from the room just now.

"It seems that he is communicating with others through remote communication technology in another place, maybe not even in Gotham. No wonder the token is an ordinary Rubik's Cube, because once he finds that the person who comes in is not one of his own, he can disconnect at any time... …No, this server most likely has a self-destruct program to completely avoid the possibility of being reversely traced.”

O'Kilwe secretly thought.

He asked: "Mr. Calculator, our boss needs something, an item that can bring bad luck to people and contains a death curse. It should preferably look like a precious gem."

"What does Penguin want with such an evil thing... Oh, I understand."

When the calculator heard Okiervi's request, he was puzzled at first, but soon seemed to understand the reason, but he did not say it out loud.

"Let me think about it first...Yes! Not long ago, Faust discovered a dark blue stone from an unknown ancient temple. He called it the Stone of Doom, saying that it contained huge evil magic power. It can bring fatal disaster to those who possess it."

Felix Faust, a very famous black magician among super criminals, is very powerful.

"Faust said that the stone was of no use to him, so he decided to sell it, but I guess he might be worried that he would be tricked, hahahaha."

Calculator laughed.

"So how should I buy the so-called 'stone of misfortune'? A black magician shouldn't need dollars, right?"

O'Kilwe asked in confusion.

"This situation will happen from time to time, but it doesn't matter. I have accumulated a lot of weird gadgets over the years, and there happens to be one of them that Faust needs now. You just need to pay me enough money. "

Calculator explained.

Middlemen.

After listening to the calculator's explanation, the word popped into O'Kilwe's mind.

"how much is it?"

Okierwe asked.

"It's not expensive. For Penguin's sake, I'll give you a 30% discount. It only costs fifteen million US dollars."

To a certain extent, it is indeed not expensive to buy a real 'Stone of Doom' at this price, and it can even be considered very cheap.

After all, even a diamond with no function other than being bigger can be sold for 100 million.

A gem like this that truly contains magical power is simply priceless and has no market. If you have money, there is no place to buy it.

O'Kilwe didn't think about it for long and agreed to the deal on the spot, since he didn't have to pay for it himself.

A mere fifteen million U.S. dollars, for the Penguin's assets, is at most a drop in the bucket.