From the copied data, he found the address he needed, but unfortunately when he traced it, he found that the single-family house indicated in the information was actually a warehouse.

If this address is fake, then the name of the person in this modified car should also be fake, just like him. Thankfully, though, the call is real, albeit a public phone booth.

At this moment, Batman is standing on the roof near this public phone booth and observing the area.

The documents copied from the club unexpectedly included detailed transaction records, including when the car was delivered and when it was picked up, as well as some necessary phone call records.

Modified cars are in the business of being at odds with the law, and in order to avoid trouble, the club used this full track record so that if anything goes wrong with the modified car, they have enough evidence to prove that they have nothing to do with it, as in this robbery.

Even if the police found them, they could only copy these records like him and then continue to investigate in other places, without any loss for the car dealership.

The final records show that it was the dealer who called the customer who requested the modification and asked him to come and pick up the car because it had been two days since the pick-up time.

In the recorded call, the other party's voice is mixed with a very strong noise, and there is only one single "um" from beginning to end, which is likely to be deliberate. Batman looked at the intact phone booth below and came to a conclusion.

The other party does not know when the person from the car dealer will call him, so the "customer" must be near this phone booth, at least where he can see if the phone booth will ring.

If there is a gap of almost a minute between the dialing and the time the call is answered, if the recording is made at the beginning, then the person must only be at the booth in one minute.

Batman's gaze shifted to the small, abandoned theater opposite.

“... It was a bit difficult to get to the phone booth from there in a minute, for the average person"

Batman estimated the distance, and even if an ordinary person ran over immediately when he saw the phone ringing, it would be difficult to run from the theater to the phone booth in one minute.

Jumping off the roof of the house, he jumped off the roof of the theater and landed at the door of the theater with the help of the air fluctuation, looked up at the roof of the theater, looked back at the lonely telephone booth not far away, pushed open the rusty door and walked in.

The long-dormant gate creaked with an overwhelming squeak, which was particularly harsh in the empty theater.

"I don't know if you have any reason to rob a cash truck, haven't you been getting a job lately?"

A man seemed to know he was coming, lying on several dirty chairs side by side on the stage. After hearing Batman's mocking tone, he slowly sat up, moved his stiff neck from side to side, and then said:

"You're faster than I thought"

Knell replied unceremoniously.

Gordon said it was just an ordinary case of robbery of a cash truck, but Bruce knew it wasn't the style of someone who picked up a gun and looked for a car to shoot on a whim.

Not a single shot was fired during the whole process, and the escort personnel were wiped out immediately before they could even shoot, and the skill of the technique and the ruthlessness of the attack were not at all comparable to those thugs.

But it was somewhat unexpected that Death Knell would be involved, so now it seems that this is not just a robbery, listening to Deathbell's tone, it is coming for him.

"If you don't come again, I'm still wondering if I'm going to send you some news or something."

Knell's words once again confirmed Bruce's suspicion that the robbery was to hang him out of the bait.

"Who is your employer?"

Deathstroke doesn't come to the door for no reason, unless there's a guy behind him who wants to trouble him.

"Oh... Who is it?"

The short knife at his waist was drawn, and when the blade was pulled out of the scabbard, there was a metal-specific grinding sound, and Deathbell walked over unhurriedly.

His lazy appearance didn't make Batman feel relaxed, and every muscle covered by the cloak went into a state of readiness, and his eyes under the goggles were staring at the man who was slowly walking by.

Under Batman's wary gaze, Death Knell stopped:

“... You'll know if you lose! ”

As soon as the words fell, Deathstroke rushed towards Batman at a breakneck speed.

In the next second, the blade of the short knife was stopped by the metal arm guard on the arm.

Deathbell's wrist flicked, and the blade slid along the arm guard towards Batman's belly, the blade rubbing into the arm guard with small sparks and a screeching sound.

The counterblade on the arm guard opened in time to block the sharp blade. The two of them were in this position for a while.

Batman made a move first, and after using the reverse blade to jam Deathbell's short knife, his center of gravity sank, and he raised his leg and kicked at Deathstroke's right shoulder, but it fell short.

Deathbell decisively gave up the dagger and stepped back to avoid the force of the kick that was enough to shatter the shoulder blades. He quickly drew another knife and launched a new round of attacks.

Batman is well-versed in a variety of fighting techniques and is backed up by a strong physical limit, while Knell is a mercenary with a lot of combat experience, and he is also a genetically modified cyborg.

Judging from past experience, Batman knows that his unprepared win rate is not high.

"You're a little distracted"

Just as Batman pondered whether to retreat first or continue with Death Knell here, Death Knell discovered a flaw in him. With a flick of his left hand, his right hand pulled a short dagger from his leg and slashed it from the bottom up across Batman's upper arm, which was not protected by metal armguards.

Batman, who sensed Karrow's intentions, adjusted his posture in time, but he was still cut out, and blood slowly flowed out of the wound.

After a quick analysis of the current situation in his mind, Batman finally chose to retreat temporarily. After taking out a smoke bomb from his pocket and detonating it, the thick smoke quickly covered both men at the same time.

When the smoke cleared, only Deathstroke was still standing, and Batman was completely gone.

"Hey! Why don't you go after him"

The penguin's shrill voice came from behind the stage, and he was unhappy that Death Knell didn't mean to catch up.

"Damn, you've got the upper hand"

"A word of advice for you, don't just chase the retreating Batman"

Deathstroke looked at this short man who only knew how to settle everything with money, and as an old rival of Batman, he didn't even know this. That man wasn't the kind of guy who would just run away in embarrassment.

“... So the medicine has already been touched?"

As for the penguin's question, Deathstroke simply threw the short dagger in his hand, which was still stained with blood.

"Okay, then we can move on to the next operation"

The dagger was coated with the scarecrow's latest chemical agent, much more concentrated than gas.

"I'm quitting"

Instead of continuing to act according to the penguin's ideas, Deathbell throws out a "bomb" declaration.

"What?"

"According to the plan, I have implanted the medicine into Batman's body, so I have completed the mission, and remember to transfer the money to the designated account"

After Deathbell said that, he completely ignored the penguin's cries and left the place, he had other things to do.