With Dean's current skills, it was easy to take down a few thugs who had been drugged and knocked halfway into the ground.

In the city of Gotham, almost every alley where the lights don't shine is hidden in a similar homeless gangster.

They don't belong to any gang, and they don't have the ability to do it, and they are muddy every day, bullying the weak and afraid of the hard.

Every month, I went to receive the subsidy distributed by the Wayne Charitable Foundation, and then turned around to buy various medicines, and spent all the money on my body within a few days.

Then they hid in small alleys in groups, and only when they saw a lonely person passing by did they dare to rush up, and the money they had stolen would be used for drugs.

Over and over again, over and over again.

In the end, he either died of starvation or starved to death, and then he suddenly became a patient of Arkham Asylum after he went crazy and evolved into a patient of Arkham Asylum.

If you are lucky, you will be picked by a big gang and pushed out to be a scapegoat in the Black Gate Prison for a few years, and you will get a reward of no more and no less when you come out.

Even if you are sentenced to decades or even indefinitely, you will also be treated with food and shelter, at least you don't have to worry about starving to death or freezing to death one day, although it may be better to die when you are addicted.

It's funny, they can get this by doing anything themselves, but they don't have the guts, so wasted that even a little gang with only a dozen people won't even think about recruiting them.

And this group is unimaginably large in Gotham.

Many people may ask, can't we give them some jobs?

It's a good way, but it also requires people to be willing to work.

In short, Dean didn't feel pitiful for this kind of person at all, and he didn't take it lightly.

By the time he left the alley, Dean had changed into a new face and costume.

Looking at the time, it's eight o'clock in the evening, which is quite early.

Dean wasn't in a hurry to get home, his main thought right now was Vicky Vale's press release.

"The top auction held by the Gotham high society, the world's largest and most precious pink diamond ......"

Dean was intrigued by this.

"If I'm not mistaken, the auction will be held next Saturday from nine to half past twelve, and the pink diamond will be the final finale."

As for the location, it is at the main venue on the 18th floor of the Gotham International Hotel.

"Now is the right time to step on it."

As soon as he thought of it, Dean headed in the direction of the hotel.

Luckily, he didn't have long to walk before he came across a taxi, which saved a lot of time.

And Dean is still in disguise, with no worries.

Twenty minutes later, Dean got out of the car and arrived at the door of the hotel.

The Gotham International Hotel is as high as 26 floors, covering a huge area, luxuriously decorated, and it is said that the hotel was built by an ancient famous nobleman in Gotham, I don't know whether it is true or not.

In general, hotels are semi-public places, and there are usually no fewer people inside.

But this hotel is different, and its high price of accommodation has turned away 99 percent of guests.

It can be seen that although the auction is still a week away, the red carpet has been laid out at the entrance of the hotel, and several waiters are standing at the door to greet guests.

There are even quite a few puppy teams holding cameras, squatting opposite the hotel or some other position with a good view, and they don't know which topic they plan to photograph.

Entering through the main entrance requires identification documents, and Dean naturally won't consider this path.

He first found a place where no one was around, changed into a pure black tights, and then put on a black mask, revealing only his eyes and mouth, like a little black man.

After all, the goal now is to step on the point rather than the official action, and of course you can't wear the costume of the monster thief that is easy to attract attention.

After changing his clothes, Dean thought that if he was accidentally seen, his clothes would definitely be mistaken for an outlaw, although it was not difficult to solve, but it was always a little trouble.

So is there any way to wear black again and not take it seriously after being seen?

There really is.

Dean had an idea, took out a yellow paintbrush, and drew a bat symbol on his chest......

After making all the preparations, Dean quickly walked around to the back of the hotel, where there was a row of garbage bins and a small door full of various ingredients, apparently the back door leading to the kitchen.

The door is locked, and there is surveillance, so there is no way to know when someone will come, and it is not convenient to pick the lock to enter.

Dean continued to walk around the hotel.

After going around the circle, no other entrance was found.

"There's no breach in the ground, so let's go to the roof and have a look."

Dean returned to the back of the hotel, took out the hook gun in the blind spot, and shot it at the roof.

Most buildings have a stairwell on the roof, and apparently this hotel is not willing to do that "majority".

The rooftop of the hotel is bare, there are no stairs to go up to, not even a fence.

Dean didn't quite know what the hotel's creator was thinking, and he just wanted to greet him at the moment.

"Do you want to go back and wait for the next time the kitchen takes out the trash?"

Dean was lost in thought, and as he thought, he crouched down on the edge of the rooftop near the back door, looking down.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Dean noticed a vent in the wall a few meters below him.

It's not a strange thing to have vents, and it's worth mentioning that this one is a bit unusually large.

Large enough to fit into an adult's body.

Dean stared at the vents and made a decision in his mind.

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At the same time, on the 25th floor of the Gotham International Hotel, the Presidential Suite is over-specified.

This is the most luxurious suite in the entire hotel, and it occupies an entire floor alone, which is more than enough for even a thousand people to have a silver party here.

In addition, the 25th floor is not open to the public, no matter how much money you pay, you can't stay here, and you can only accept VIPs with political status, such as foreign envoys or high-ranking domestic officials.

However, it was such a special place, and at this time, a group of vicious-looking people gathered here.

"You're nice here, I like this sofa, it's very comfortable to sit on."

A blonde man in his mid-thirties, dressed in a black fur coat with a cigarette in his mouth and a big back comb, sat on a sofa, and the rest of the people stood behind him, probably at the head of the group.

Opposite this person, there was a middle-aged man with a nervous expression, and the name tag on his chest showed his identity.

Executive General Manager of Gotham International Hotel, Joey Cicero.

"If you like, I'll give you one to touch, Mr. O'Kilvie."

Hearing the blonde man say that he liked the sofa, Cicero said, and then asked, "The auction only starts next week, why are you here today?" ”

"The boss's orders, I just do what I want."

Okilvie took a drag on his cigarette and replied casually.

Hearing this, Manager Cicero's face changed, and he hurriedly asked, "What does Mr. Penguin command?" ”