Uh-cough cough cough!

Sure enough, Dick, who had gobbled up food in his mouth for three or five bites, was choked.

Alfred, who was next to him, had expected it and handed over a glass of water in time.

Dick took a big gulp, and the situation eased a lot.

"Thanks, Ah Fu, and I'm full."

With that, Dick was about to pick up Kidd's teaser again and continue his previous thoughts.

"Master Richard, it's been a long time since I've seen you so immersed in a case, is that monster thief Kidd difficult to deal with?"

Alfred asked.

"Is it hard to deal with?"

Dick pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's a little uncertain, he doesn't have the power of a killer crocodile, nor the twisted thinking of a two-faced man, nor the extreme madness of a clown, or even the murderous violence of a murderer." ”

"Even when it comes to intelligence, I don't think he can surpass the Riddler."

Dick recalled the first time he met the thief Kidd that day, and said in a deep voice, "But he has a peculiar temperament, his attitude, his methods, unlike any criminal I've ever seen." ”

"It's not so much that I'm trying to figure out how to beat him, but that I'm trying to figure out why he's doing this, and I want to persuade him to stop."

"Like Master Bruce did to Miss Selena Kyle?"

Alfred interjected.

Dick paused, spread his hands and said, "There is still a difference, at least Selena is a complete beauty, Bruce is really lucky, I hope the thief Kidd is also ......"

"Are you sure you don't underestimate Kidd's abilities too much, Master Richard?"

Alfred looked Dick up and down and reminded, "As you said, Kidd the Monster Thief doesn't have the strengths of other super criminals, and the same is true for Catwoman in this regard, but Batman's pursuit of Catwoman was a protracted tug-of-war. ”

"Maybe getting someone to help you catch Kidd the thief sooner so you can convince him to turn back."

It was a very reasonable suggestion, and Dick listened to it but rejected it without even thinking about it.

"I can handle these things on my own, Ah Fu, Batman did a great job in Gotham when I was focused on the affairs of the Young Titans and had to leave Gotham for a while, and if Bruce can do it, then so can I!"

"And now that Bruce is figuring out the Justice League's affairs, who can help me, Barbara? Bruce agreed that she had only been a bat girl for less than half a year, and she had too little experience. ”

At this time, Alfred pointed to himself and said, "Master Richard, I am not old enough to walk. ”

"The Gotham International Hotel's auction starts at four o'clock in the afternoon, and the auction officially starts at nine o'clock in the evening and lasts until half past twelve at midnight, and no one can guarantee when Kidd the Monster Thief will sneak in."

Alfred said his thoughts, "Master Richard, you can't wear Robin's uniform into the hotel for such a long time, or stay outside the hotel all the time, right?" ”

Dick's first encounter with Kidd has a lot to do with the fact that he didn't come to the scene but waited outside.

"Ah Fu, are you saying that you and I will go straight to the auction in the name of the Wayne family and wait for Kidd the Monster Thief to appear?"

"You're still a minor, so of course you're accompanied by me, the butler."

Alfred said of course, "Besides, even if there is no such thing as blaming Kidd the thief, I would like you to participate in more group activities." ”

"Thank you for your suggestion, Ah Fu, let's go with the two of us on the day of the auction. But the group activities are exempt, and the group activities of the Teen Titans are enough to make me feel bad......"

Dick nodded earnestly, agreeing with Alfred's plan.

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In response to the strange thief Kidd, Robin, GCPD, and even the Penguin people have made their own countermeasures.

On the other hand, the initiator of all this, Kidd the Monster Thief, was not idle.

For more than a week before the auction began, Dean spent his days either refining his tactics or going out to gather information.

From time to time, I probe at Dick's to see if I need to adjust my plan of action on a temporary basis.

It's a pity that Dick is not the Nakamori Police Department after all, and the difficulty of his words is not ordinary, and Dean doesn't actually get much useful information.

However, the fact that Dick would be accompanied by Alfred and participate in the auction as a representative of the Wayne Group made Dean aware of it.

This is important information.

Time passed little by little, and soon the day of the auction began.

On this day, before the operation, Dean went to Meimei to take a nap, and did not get up until after 5 p.m., so that he could maintain the best mental state during the night operation.

Dean took all the gear he had prepared in advance and headed for the Gotham International Hotel.

At this time, the auction had already begun to enter for an hour, and Dean was still unhurried, according to his week-long investigation, there was still an hour and a half before the most important time.

After some time, the Gotham International Hotel.

The large kitchen on the first floor is busy at the moment, and everyone is cheering up and showing their best skills.

Because the auction spans a long time, it is impossible to make the people who participate in the auction hungry, not to mention that these people are also the powerful people of Gotham's high society.

Therefore, the hotel is responsible for the catering during this time, and the pressure is all on the kitchen.

Once someone makes a mistake and makes a big man fail to eat well, it will never be a good end for him.

The kitchen was busy long before the start of the admission, and they had to make sure that fresh ingredients were delivered to the restaurant at all times throughout the auction, even if no one might end up eating.

In this way, it is bound to cause a lot of waste.

"Tom, are you blind! The trash can is almost full again, hurry up and pull it out and throw it out! ”

In the kitchen, a veteran employee in charge of making seafood sashimi pointed to a trash can piled up with all kinds of offal and yelled at a miscellaneous intern not far away.

"Got it, I'll go and pour it now!"

Tom, an intern who had only been here for less than two months, heard this roar and hurriedly ran over to pick up the trash can, he obviously couldn't adapt to the sudden increase in workload by more than ten times.

Tom walked out of the back kitchen door with the blood-smelling trash can, pinched his nose and emptied all the garbage into the large bin.

This action he has repeated no less than twenty times today, because he throws away almost all the trash cans in the kitchen.

Whether it's seafood offal, poultry bones, or fruit skins, all kinds of kitchen garbage he almost vomited today, in fact, he has already vomited once.

Of course, his job is not only to throw out garbage, but also to clean up the floor and other miscellaneous tasks.

"I've really got a good rest."

Tom dragged his tired body to the side, leaning against the wall and resting for a while.

Away from the stench on the side of the dumpster, and away from the surveillance camera above the back door.

"You really need to get some rest."

At this moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded from behind him.