There are many conditions for becoming Batman's assistant, you must have enough patience and perseverance, know that not every crouch and search will bring you the answers you want; You have to be judgmental, Batman doesn't always give you the right advice and advice, in fact he probably won't tell you anything at all; You must be physically fit enough to be able to adapt to the latent work in any environment. But absolute obedience is definitely not included in these necessary elements, because Batman is not always right.

Tim hung upside down from the roof, looking through the window to see the situation inside. When he returned, he found out the architectural drawings of the Violet Club, and based on the rough data he had measured with the pace of the violet club inside, he deduced that the area used by the guests was surrounded by the area used by the staff, which gave the illusion that the area was very large.

Not only that, but he also found more than one internal structure diagram of the Violet Club in Bruce's bat computer, which are completely different, and the two more likely ones are that the Violet Club is redecorated every once in a while to change the internal structure, or that the walls of the Violet Club are alive and can be changed at any time, which will also make it easier to cover up the most important things when someone breaks in and searches, or to delay time to cover up the evidence.

But no matter how to isolate the guests from the staff area, even if it is designed as the most complex maze in the world, there must be a certain route to connect it, so that it is convenient for the waiter to serve the guests and monitor whether any guests will do anything inappropriate, such as the day he almost walked to the staff area.

This club is really high-end, and they are very good at figuring out people's preferences and assigning different "guides" to serve according to people's inner desires. Rachel is a nice girl, exactly to his liking.... To be exact, to echo the one who always follows Bruce in public. Wayne wanders around Timothy. Wayne's preference.

He was once asked at a banquet what kind of girl he liked, because he stayed at home all day and basically didn't have any female popularity, so he could only make a virtual type of favorite according to Barbara's personality and appearance.

Long red hair, a certain level of knowledge, assertive, gentle. Rachel is that kind of girl, at least that's what she does. The long red hair was confirmed to be real hair after a close look for a while, and he also had a rich level of knowledge, and he could talk to him about everything, and he also had a certain assertiveness but did not make people feel too strong.

It's really very much in line with his own description. But it can also be judged that the club has a person responsible for collecting this scattered information to ensure that it can meet the needs of customers. With that figured out, Tim could understand why Bruce wasn't using his amethyst card to find out here.

Gotham Baby's hobbies are well known, blonde, black, red, green, blue, black...... All in all, as long as it's a beauty, Violet will definitely introduce Bruce to this socialite who is perfect for bringing to various banquet occasions, but they are unlikely to give Bruce too many clues that Batman needs.

Tim waited patiently to make sure there was no one in the hallway, reached out from the dead end and placed the jammer under a camera in line of sight, and after making sure it was working properly, he gently pushed open the window and slipped in.

The long inverted position overwhelmed Tim's injured bones, and the moment he landed, the impact of gravity caused his leg bones to protest. Tim crouched on the ground for a few moments before he looked up and took a closer look at the hallway.

He observed the club for a few days, and the hallway was the most frequent place for waiters outside of the lobby, and in addition to the occasional girl dressed as a "guide". From time to time, one or two well-built men in suits would walk back and forth, all of which meant that the walkway was supposed to be the public walkway between the guest and staff areas.

According to several days of observation, the purpose of this place is to facilitate the cleaning of the private rooms, the transportation of garbage, and the change of bedding, and the security patrol interval is about 10 minutes. So he only had a few minutes to decide where to go.

Tim scrutinized the hallway, and the mask's advanced search capabilities made it easy for him to find the surveillance probe hidden in the shadows above the hallway. Tim was not worried about being discovered, as the radio waves emitted by the advanced jammer would affect a piece of the surveillance probe along the weak current network of the monitoring probes.

But he also knew that soon someone from the monitoring center would send someone over to see what was wrong, and he had to make a quick decision about where to go.

Tim carefully observed the many forks in the aisle, some of which were supposed to be connected to the corridors of the guests' private rooms, while others led to the staff area. How can you tell? Tim looked up at the surveillance probe above. Any monitoring probe is limited by saturation, and to maximize the monitoring in a limited number, it is necessary to place a sufficient number of monitoring probes in the most critical positions.

Tim quickly decided to go to one of the forks with the highest density of surveillance probes, and after making his decision, Tim adjusted the remote control to the maximum frequency of the jammer, and quickly disappeared into the corridor of the fork.

After his figure disappeared, a man in a black suit approached, and the man looked around, finally landing on the walkway leading to the staff area, staring sharply at the dimly dimly located fork for a long time.

What happened? Please report the situation at the scene]

The communicator in the man's hand sent out a contact request from the monitoring center, and the entire monitoring system suddenly began to malfunction from the monitoring probe here.

The man glanced at the surveillance probe above his head, jumped up the wall nimbly, and skillfully touched a weak jammer from under the probe, which was not much bigger than a fly.

After landing on the ground, two strong fingers pinched the little thing and crushed it a few times, and the small bat-shaped weakness jammer that was almost impossible to detect turned into a pile of wreckage, and said in a steady tone:

"There is nothing abnormal about the monitoring equipment of the 'bridge'! Over"

[Oh, the monitoring seems to be good, let's find an engineer to check it another day]