"I don't have the patience to wait for your answer. Looks like I'm going to make you can't wait to answer. Feng Zhou said coldly, and casually controlled Crane's arms that were outstretched in the air, and said calmly, "If you continue to struggle, these arms of yours will leave your body, Dr. Crane." ”

A minute later, Feng Zhou lifted Klein out again, and as soon as the latter came out of the water, he immediately shouted, "I have a check!"

He coughed vigorously and spat out a mouthful of sewage, "I have a checkbook with me." ”

"Check, that's a good idea! Sure enough, it's a successful person, but it's your check, and as soon as I leave, your back foot will close the account, so what should I do?"

Feng Zhou raised the sprayer horizontally and aimed it at Klein's cheek, and a red mark was embedded in Crane's face, but he didn't dare to say any painful words.

The sprayer contained fear gas, as long as it was lightly pressed, the gas sprayed out could make people fall into great fear, at this moment, he really wanted to take back the sprayer, and then sprayed the face of the yellow-skinned mustache in front of him, making this guy completely collapse.

It's a pity that he didn't even dare to use a finger.

Obviously, this kidnapper is not only very strong, but also proficient in martial arts, and after locking himself, as long as he exerts a little strength, the opponent will twist his arm off.

At this moment, he regretted very much why he didn't learn some self-defense skills from those behind him, so that he was powerless to resist when he was held hostage like this.

But this thought flew by, and Jonathan quickly answered Feng Zhou's question: "That's the gangster bank invested and built by Mr. Carman Feconi, which is specially used for money laundering, as long as you show the check, you can get cash, and your reputation is better than that of ordinary banks, you just need to knock me out and tie me up here, and by the time others find me, you have already taken the money and flown away." ”

Feng Zhou's hands were slightly loose, and Klein honestly took out the checkbook and wrote the contents slowly, not daring to make any marks.

He knew that the other party had obviously done his homework in advance, and if he used his cleverness to make some small moves, this guy would definitely teach himself a hard lesson.

As a scarecrow who relies entirely on his mind and secret weapons, and has zero hands-on ability, the ability to judge the situation is engraved in his bones, which Jonathan Kellane has mastered very well.

Feng Zhou took the check, looked at it slightly, and put it away with satisfaction.

"If a person underestimates his own roots, he will inevitably do something that goes beyond the limit, and if the branches and leaves break away from the trunk of the tree, they will wither and wither, and in the end they will be burned as dry wood. ”

Feng Zhou pretended to recite a line from "King Lear", then patted Klein on the cheek and said, "If it weren't for the hard work of the citizens of Gotham, there would be no idleness of your gangster scum." It's not for nothing that Carman Ficoni and Bruce Wayne are the rulers of Gotham, and you Jonathan can only be Fecony's helper!"

"Instead of waiting for you to play with the law and transfer Ficony from prison to a psychiatric hospital and escape the punishment of the law, let me play with you first!"

Feng Zhou mercilessly grabbed the scarecrow Klein's neck and pressed him into the toilet again under the desperate eyes of the other party.

"Do you think that you should be let go when you get the money, and do you complain in your heart that I don't talk about my credit? That can only show that you are too egoistic, and you don't need to be merciful at all to deal with gangster scum like you. ”

"Rest assured, that Russ Al Goo will soon go to hell to accompany you, and your partner Carman Feconi will follow, and the laws of Gotham can't kill you, so I, the great Joker, will enforce them. I hope you remember before you die that madness is like gravity, and sometimes all that needs to be done is to hold you down gently. ”

Feng Zhou said as he nailed a poker card with a joker to Crane's buttocks, and with his other hand, he pressed Crane's neck and buried his head deep in the toilet.

Klein's hands and feet struggled desperately, but unfortunately he was just a guy who could spew fear gas, he didn't have outstanding skills, and his own strength was weak and pitiful, and he couldn't resist the strength of Feng Zhou's hard training for more than a month, and soon he stopped struggling, and his body slowly softened, and finally he didn't move.

Of course, Feng Zhou didn't want to fall short, so he waited patiently for fifteen minutes to make sure that Dr. Klein couldn't die anymore before Shi Shiran finished dealing with all the traces, and then opened the narrow ventilation tunnel in the bathroom and climbed from the inside to the outside of the courthouse.

As for how long it takes for someone to remove the "under repair" sign and go into the bathroom to find Klein's body, and then find a playing card with a clown, then it's not about sealing the boat.

He left the courthouse, took a taxi to the gangster bank, and exchanged the dollar bills with great efficiency.

After disposing of all possible exposures, he returned to the motel and closed his eyes to rest.

At this time, the police lights at the intersection outside the courthouse were blaring, and countless civilian and heavy police officers surrounded a bathroom.

The sheriff who leads the team is a skinny middle-aged man with a brown beard, his name is Jim Gordon, a righteous man, a noble man, and a man who has detached himself from low tastes.

Decades ago, when he put on the Gotham Police Department badge, he vowed to bring justice to every dark corner of the crime city, so that the gangsters would be brought to justice.

However, he failed.

Politics and gangsters are in collusion, and the underworld leaders engaged in selling powder, prostitutes, human smuggling, and organ trafficking are the guests of the city halls, judges, and bureau chiefs, who happily play golf together and watch cops like Gordon work hard.

Judge Dowton often had afternoon tea with Carman Ficony, and Prosecutor Finch was also a timid fellow.

As for the inside of the police department, needless to say, Gordon's partner Frass openly extorted protection money and worked part-time for Ficoni to ensure the unimpeded flow of his goods, while our honest and honest Gordon was once regarded as an outlier because of his clean self-care.

Jim Gordon is not an idealist, he can only work with those scumbags, working quietly for the citizens of Gotham in the dark, and there is nowhere to talk about the anguish in his heart.

But today's case is different, the deceased has already freed Carman Fecconi's gangster killer from prison three times in a row, but he was drowned in the bathroom of the courthouse, and when he saw this scene, Gordon faintly felt a glimmer of happiness in his heart.

The police did not find any clues at the scene, only a playing card with a clown was left at the scene, and Gordon glanced at his subordinates: "Write this playing card into the file and list the clown as a suspect......"