Chapter 112: Crazy Acts
"First question: You're still in the business of smuggling, aren't you?"
Xingle asked the first question, which made Damon's heart cool for the most part.
"Listen Han, I know you're now. P.D. Special Advisor, I need Liwei, but I'm sure I'm in Nasino... Ahββββββ!!!h β
Before Daemon could finish speaking, Xingle used two fingers to stimulate one of his acupuncture points and his whole body hurt, and he saw that his trembling subordinates around him shrank up.
It's not that they are not loyal to their boss, but Han Xingle's prestige in Naxinnuo City is so terrifying, anyone who is mixed with black will be scared as long as they see Han Xingle.
"I've had a bad ear lately, so I didn't hear you say 'yes' or 'no' clearly, mind saying it again? Please? β
Xingle said this kind of thing, which is tantamount to giving another chance, you either really say the correct answer he wants to hear, or really do another finger amputation.
However, Xingle was a little wronged this time, he didn't need to stand up to someone in Naxinnuo City, he just needed to go to that station, not to mention the police station.
Xingle, who was so understood by Damon, couldn't help but feel a little helpless, but there should still be something to do.
"It's... Be... Be... Be... It's..."I'm already scared to say bad things, Han Xingle won't kill you, but it will definitely scare you to the point of collapse.
"And what about the answer to the first question?"
"It's... Yes. Dimon answered Xingle's question hesitantly, but was quite cooperative.
"Very well, second question, have you recently received any business related to Gotham, such as bringing something or a certain group to this side of Naxino."
Speaking of this, Dimon was stunned for a moment, and then understood that Xingle was not here to arrest him Liwei, but to ask for information, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Uh... My subordinates have kept track of their business dealings... Bring the notebook. β
Under the restraint of Xingle, Damon ordered his subordinates, although it was very embarrassing, but this was Han Xingle, and competing with him was tantamount to making a bet on losing the rest of his life.
One of his subordinates came over in a panic with an account book, and after taking it, he quickly opened it, and after quickly confirming the recent business contacts and reservations, he replied:
"No, I haven't had any business with Gotham lately, and I haven't booked anything."
"Well, that's good, looks like you're going to be fine."
When Xingle got the answer, he let go of Damon, much to Damon's relief, but Xingle pulled a chair and sat next to Damon, which made him nervous again.
"Don't be nervous, calm down, I'm not here to trouble you, I'm here to show you a way out."
Holding Damon's shoulder, Xingle said unusually calmly, but it still made Damon's heart beat in another sense.
"Survival? What do you mean? β
"Gotham's Joker, do you know?" The moment Xingle asked about this understanding, the people around him were surprised, Gotham Joker, this crazy person who is notorious even overseas, how did Han Xingle talk about him?!
"There's evidence that the Gotham Joker was planning to be a 'guest' in Nacino City recently, and I'm going to be responsible for 'rejecting' him before he comes, so you'd better do something for your own sake, or the Joker won't be as kind as I am."
Xingle said these words leisurely, which made many people swallow a mouthful of water, and the cruelty of the clown made many underworlds frightened, especially the anecdote of fighting against the night knight for a long time, which made people dare not approach.
β... What do we need to do? β
In the end, Dimon chooses to help Xingle, who is terrifying, but also respectful of people, will take care of his own business, and as long as he does not touch the murderous business such as human trafficking, drug sales, and arms, he will not see himself as a target of exclusion.
Of course, the above is limited to not offending him or threatening the peace of Nasino, and once you do, you can choose to lie in the hospital for the rest of your life or go to Africa to suffer, or be a cripple.
In short, the people who do these things no longer exist in Naxino City, so follow Xingle to do things, you may not be able to make a profit, but you will definitely not suffer, at least, Xingle will not kill you, but the clown will.
"Help me tell everyone who is in the business of transportation, smuggling and smuggling, and that all the businesses related to Gotham have been cancelled or rejected by me recently, if you don't... When a clown comes to our city to make trouble, I'll get that person removed from Nasino. β
Xingle gave this order, which lifted the spirits of many people, but he also understood that if necessary, Xingle would definitely turn over the entire Nasino City, and would not let the clown in, so these disobedient people would definitely be 'invited' by Xingle to cashier Xinnuo City.
"I know, I'll tell the others, and I'll talk to the big guys, and keep an eye on the movement, and tell you the news of the clown as soon as possible."
After getting Damon's consent, Xingle nodded with satisfaction......
Of course, the other side may not be so exciting......
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On the other side of the hill, the Stars Detective Agency
ββββββοΌοΌοΌ The Shadow jumped from the rocks to the top of the hill at a rapid pace, and finally landed on the smooth ground, and looked at the houses in front of him, and Dick looked a little out of breath.
β... This place... , Bruce should build a bat cave here so he can stay in good shape..."
Finally smoothing out his breathing rate, Dick looked at the house again, and couldn't help but think of what Dean said about how Xingle often went up and down here.
Could it be that kid, every time he comes up, he has to experience a mountain jump parkour, so his physical strength...
"Damn, why is this new partner of mine so weird... It's weird with the damn Batman. β
With that, Dick walked over to the house and observed what it was like.
The white exterior wall looks rough on the surface, and from the outside, it looks like it is made of wood, but from the inside of the window, the wood is only used as decoration on the outside, and the inside is actually reinforced concrete soil.
As a private detective's house, Dick always felt that the place seemed to be a little quiet, or more precisely, a little less precautionary.
Choose the hill close to the police station, effectively observe the dynamics of the police when the police go out, the vegetation on this hill is less, but the hiding place is also a small amount, because it is a mountain road, so it is extremely troublesome to drive up, in the state of armed, it is almost impossible to quickly capture the top of the mountain, plus the rocks along the way, this place wants to come up is very time-consuming.
But even so, there are still not many precautions around this office, and there is not even a monitor, which is not in line with the personality of Han Xingle or the person who taught Han Xingle.
β... No matter, let's see if we can get in. β
Walking to the door, after making sure that there was nothing to guard for the time being, Dick took out the lockpicking tool from his pocket and began to carefully examine the door locks of this room.
β......β
At this moment, Dick felt that his initial observation was wrong, not nothing, I am afraid that he had done it in the details.
This door lock comes with a combination lock, fingerprint lock and general latch, generally speaking, this kind of lock usually needs to be opened with only one open, and in the eyes of some masters, it requires three keys, a key, a password and a fingerprint.
But this, Dick dares to say that these three locks placed on the bright side are all blindfolding, and what is really needed is the fourth type of key, and the key must be in Xingle's hands, that is, a dead end.
But it's an electronic lock, and if Dick can hack into the system, he might be able to turn it on, and luckily, his computer skills are much better than his adoptive father's.
Taking out his small terminal and connecting it to the door lock with an external wiring, Dick was ready to start hacking, but the next second...
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Dick immediately let go of the terminal in his hand, and his body fell backwards, and the terminal that was supposed to fall by itself in front of the door exploded in the air, turning into fragmented parts and scattered on the ground.
ββ¦ it! β
Dick, who escaped the catastrophe, burst into foul language after being shocked, what the is this electronic lock!?
At the same time of rage, Dick couldn't help but be secretly frightened, this set of electronic locks was very difficult to open, and his terminal was also blown up by it.
It's not an electronic virus invasion that makes the terminal's own power flow backwards, it's a amount of data, so much that the processor of your own terminal can't handle it, and then it really explodes.
This is a very complicated look, but in fact it is a very simple anti-hacking method, and even saves the effort of installing a firewall, so you don't have to worry about being hacked at all, and directly overload your processor with massive data and short-circuit, in short, your own terminal eats the data that you can't afford.
Knowing this, Dick scratched his head in annoyance, and finally looked at his waist, his own gun.
His adoptive father had taught him not to use a gun, but now...
"Whatever, the damn Batman isn't here!"
Somewhat self-defeating, he pulled out his gun, and Dick pointed it at the office window and pulled the trigger.
Bangββββ!!!
After the gunshots rang out, Dick walked over in a bit of a daze, and saw that the whole lead bullet was rubbed up, but still did not hurt the window glass in the slightest, and realized that he had done something stupid.
Pulling the bullet off the glass, Dick looked at the house that didn't enter the oil and salt, and scratched his head a little frantically, this is the protective equipment that a private detective should have!?
The electronic lock cannot be military level, it should be said that the military industry does not have such a BUG lock, this seemingly ordinary house, is actually processed with a variety of special protective materials, which far exceeds the protective measures that an ordinary private detective should have.
Dick looked at the time with some embarrassment, it took a lot of time for him to come up, and he would go down a little faster, but if he continued to grind, Han Xingle should be back soon, and he might know what he was here to do.
At the thought of this, Dick fled down the hill as fast as he could, leaving only the house here and with the surroundings......