"Gotham, as you say, deserves a brighter future...", the heroic and upright Lincoln March drank the wine in his glass, and his free and detached appearance was worthy of the name of the new Gotham woman's dream lover.

He looked at Bruce Wayne, who was wandering in front of him, raised his eyebrows slightly, coughed lightly, and said, "Uh, Bruce, are you listening?" ”

"What? Sorry, I was distracted. ”

Bruce Wayne abruptly withdrew his gaze to the bathroom in the distance, and smiled apologetically at Lincoln March.

At this moment, the contact lens that Bruce wears on the cornea of the eye is projecting the entire hall into the eye in the form of a rasterized translucent blue line.

Through the bite of his teeth, he was able to unnoticeably control all the electronic devices in the hall, the guests' cell phones, the security guard's walkie-talkie, the security cameras in the corners of the ceiling, and ...... Fire sprinklers in the restrooms.

Lincoln March shook his head helplessly, put his glass on the table, and said, "Your speech tonight will add a few more to our list of investors, it's a good start, and mayoral campaign day is just around the corner..."

Bruce nodded subconsciously, looking around with the corner of his eye.

The sound of fire sprinklers in the bathroom attracted attention, and the white-skinned pig-like Richard fainted and was dragged off the floor by two attendants, leaving a trail of dripping water, and the noise gradually spread.

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In the underground parking lot, the lights are silent, and the pale concrete pillars gaze at the mottled and peeling wall paint.

"What a good car..."

The doorman was still in the Porsche, rubbing his fingertips with his fingertips to enjoy the interior of the car, greedily sniffing at the scent of perfume in the air.

The electric shock swept across his spine, and the doorman trembled and bowed, pressing his lips against the seat that had long since lost its warmth, imagining what kind of seductive posture the two graceful and gorgeous women sat in the place of their lip prints.

"As long as you have money, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she has to wear a smiling face and kiss the sausage mouth of that fat pig..."

The doorman grumbled loudly, reaching out to scratch in the air, kneading the softness that didn't exist.

"Ah, yes, I have to take a picture." He pulled his phone out of his pocket, tidied up his messy hair a bit, and used the frontal camera to snap as much of his languid face as he could with the luxury car logo in the center of the steering wheel — of course, he carefully cut his crimson doorman uniform from the photo.

He licked his chapped lips and muttered to himself, "Aha, you can use this kind of photo to go to a nightclub to hang your sister again, they will never be able to refuse a man with a luxury car....."

Knock knock, the car window was knocked on, judging by the costume, it should be a waiter in the same hotel as the doorman.

He opened the window and shouted impatiently, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Robbery."

Leon pulled out the Western dinner knife from his cuff and stuck it on the doorman's neck, "Slowly, move down from the car and put the car key on the seat." ”

"Don't be impulsive, man." The doorman stared at the blade of the knife, goosebumps on his neck from the cold touch.

He swallowed his saliva and said slowly: "I'm just a part-time worker, and the owner of this car is ......."

"Head of the Italian Mafia Family in Gotham City, Richard Sapa." Li Ang shook off the knife and said with a smile: "Of course I know who he is, if it weren't for his car, I wouldn't have robbed it." ”

Lunatic.

The doorman's forehead was dripping with sweat, not to mention that the waiter in front of him was crazy about whether he had gained or lost, how could the keys to this luxury car not be lost from his hands, otherwise he would be held accountable by the mafia, and a few bones would be broken.

"Dude, listen to me, Mr. Richard has eyes and hands in Gotham, whether it is a gang or a politician, he has reliable allies, he can call on official resources in minutes, you steal his car, and you will be caught in less than three days."

"That's right." Leon whistled and adjusted the position of the blade, "I just enjoy the feeling of being wanted by the whole city and running away in embarrassment." ”

You God! Pass through! Sickness! Yes!

The doorman's facial organs were almost twisted together, and he cried and said, "Brother, you robbed the car, those mafias will never let me go." ”

"If you don't give me the car keys, then I won't let you go now." Leon smiled and said, "Believe me, the reason you can still breathe now is just that I don't want to clean up the blood splashed in the car after slitting your throat." ”

The doorman closed his eyes in resignation, dropped the key in the passenger seat, and rolled out of the car.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Leon sat in the driver's seat, gently slapped the doorman on the cheek with a dinner knife, and stepped on the accelerator, and the streamlined Porsche sports car roared out of the underground parking lot, leaving the desperate doorman in place.

The tires rubbed against the checkered stone bricks, and they rushed through the traffic lights at high speed in an extremely arrogant manner, and the Gotham traffic policeman, who was standing at the intersection with hot coffee, was just about to ride a motorcycle when he was stopped by a colleague next to him.

"Look at the license plate clearly, it's Richard Sapa's car, it's useless if you stop it." The slightly older Gotham traffic policeman sipped his coffee, exhaled a string of white gas in the night wind, and said with a lazy and pleasant expression: "You have to learn to adapt to this city, young man." ”

The sports car sped to the front of the bank, and Leon stepped out of the door with a calm demeanor, and walked up the stairs into the hall, "I'll exchange checks, three million dollar bills." ”

The teller glanced at the check, called the bank manager, and took out the dollars from the vault with great efficiency.

Leon drove around the bank twice with his suitcase, and after making sure that he was not following behind him, he parked his luxury car in front of a convenience store and bought miscellaneous items such as cotton cloth and cheap vodka from the store counter.

The cotton cloth is torn to loosen up, twisted into strips, soaked in vodka, stuffed into the Porsche's fuel filler cap, and finally ignited the end of the cotton cloth with a lighter.

He walked through the night, the sports car behind him already emitting smoke and fire as time passed.

Leon dodged into the dark alley, patted the shoulder of the homeless man who was rummaging through the pizza box in the garbage, tore off the label of the suit he had taken from Richard, and threw it to him.

"Hey, a good suit, remember not to put it on outside for others to see."

The homeless man was stunned as he twisted the slender fabric, and when he looked down, he saw a whole fat lobster claw in the left pocket of his suit, and four or five hundred dollars in the right pocket.

The homeless man waved the banknote and shouted, "Hey, your money!" ”

Li Ang didn't look back, "Look at your walking posture, it should be a veteran?" The Wayne Group's port redevelopment is hiring, so use that money to clean yourself up and try your luck. ”

The homeless man watched blankly as Leon gradually stepped into the deep night, and suddenly remembered something, "Who are you?" ”

No one responded, and under the lonely streetlights, only the hungry whimper of the old dog at his feet.

The homeless man sighed and broke the lobster in two, "All right, old man, do you want to eat lobster?" ”