"Exchange for a small monitoring system jammer, deduct 750 exclamation points, and the remaining 997 exclamation points."

As the redemption was complete, a small object appeared in front of Dean out of thin air, suspended in mid-air by a virtual disc, waiting for him to pick it up.

This jammer is cylindrical as a whole, the length is equivalent to a solid-state drive, the whole body is black, the start button is located at the top, and there are two indicators in the middle, red and green, respectively, the green light represents normal operation, and the red light indicates that there is a monitor within a radius of fifteen meters beyond the earth's conventional technology.

Dean picks up the jammer, and the virtual tray dissipates.

"I've finally been able to get some rest."

After doing everything, Dean rubbed his slightly sore shoulder, he had a lot of work to do today, especially since he spent a lot of time in the kitchen dressed as an intern Tom in addition to his own task of being a thief.

While Dean usually cooks and eats on his own, it's not at all the same as working in a big hotel kitchen.

Very tired, not simply physical fatigue, but a sense of powerlessness that is physically and mentally exhausted.

If you ask yourself, Dean has put in a lot more physical effort than he has spent hours working on many high-end magic tricks, but he feels the exact opposite physically and mentally.

Especially when he thought about going to school again on Monday, Dean's fatigue was even greater.

Sometimes he even wanted to drop out of private Gotham High School and transfer to Phelps Public High School.

But this is also to think about the public schools here, even Solomon Grandi would not let his children go to ...... If he has children.

With these thoughts of lack of nutrition, Dean lay on the bed and gradually fell asleep.

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On the other side, the Iceberg Club.

O'Kilvi and his younger brother transport the sniper's corpse into the underground vault, where the Penguins dispose of the dead, whether it's his own men or the enemies he killed.

In Gotham, there are far fewer actual murders than most people think, but there are a few cases related to disappearances.

For example, there is one gang fire here almost every night, maybe two, in the East End or in Burnley, where it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that tonight the gang fire is over, and tomorrow morning the GCPD will come out to see that the ground is clean, there is no mess of blurred flesh, there are no countless bullet casings, not even a single body has been found, but the surrounding environment may be a little messy.

So the question is, isn't there a single person in this gang fire who was injured? Or was the gunfire all the auditory hallucinations of the nearby residents?

We don't know, and we don't dare to ask.

Unless a resident is brave enough to call the police in the middle of a fire, the GCPD may come across some corpses......

The reason why Gotham is called the capital of crime has never been because of the superficial reason that there are many dead people, but because every inch of the city hides evil that ordinary people dare not even think about.

If there is a city in the world that gathers all kinds of crimes that humans can commit, and each crime has developed a mature and complete industrial chain, it must be Gotham.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a knock on the office door.

The penguin man, who was browsing the revenue of various industries under his command, raised his head and motioned with his eyes to the two tall bodyguards inside the door to open the door.

I saw Okilvi walk in from outside the door, his face was extremely solemn, and his expression looked as if something big had happened.

"Boss, there's something wrong at the auction."

O'Kilvi said with his head down, a hint of shame in his tone.

"Did the thief Kidd steal the diamonds? Or did he see that the diamond was fake? Or rather...... You let him escape? ”

After stopping O'Kilvie's words, the penguin's expression did not fluctuate, but continued to be in the revenue account.

Since the news of the auction had not yet been broken at this time, the penguins who were far away in the Iceberg Club did not know the details of the auction.

"It's just a counterfeit diamond scandal, so let's start the media conference and insist that he didn't know it was fake before he got the diamond, and just pay a few reporters to write something in our favor."

The penguin head didn't reply.

"After a while, we will re-plan the money laundering plan, as for Roman's side needs clean money, let him wait, this time there is an accident, the fault is on our side, and then he will take less than five percent of his commission."

"This ...... Boss...... It's not that simple......"

O'Kilvi looked embarrassed and hesitated.

"This time, our bottom has been revealed, the strange thief Kidd and Vicky Vale teamed up to launder money to expose the money laundering, and now Lark and Ash Letard have all been arrested!"

"Even one of the two snipers I brought with me died at the hands of the monster thief Kidd!"

As soon as these words came out, the penguin man raised his head sharply, stared at Okilvi fiercely, and said word by word.

"What the hell is going on, tell me clearly."

Immediately afterward, O'Kilvi told the Penguins all about what had happened before.

“…… I thought that having Lark and Grey Letard at the auction would be enough, and that I would only need to ambush Kidd the Monster Thief outside, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this. ”

Okilvie sighed, his face full of remorse, "When the auction began, I also called Sister Luck to remind her to follow the boss's orders, and not to be out of her temper, the result was ......"

"Kidd the Thief...... Vicky Vale ......"

The penguin man muttered two names, and suddenly asked O'Kilvi coldly, "Aren't you lying in ambush outside the hotel, why are you so aware of what is happening inside?" ”

Hearing this, O'Kilvie's heart tightened, the penguin man was really not so easy to deceive, but he had already prepared his words.

"Boss, you also know that Sister Luck and Gray Lettard have always been at odds with me, they are both old men in the gang, and I have only been appreciated by the boss in the last two years, let me remotely direct today's affairs, I am worried that I will not be able to suppress them, and I am also worried that there will be accidents, so I hid the eavesdropping device at the auction in advance."

Okilvi smiled wryly.

"It's not that I don't trust both of them, it's just to be on the safe side."

The penguin man stared deeply at Okilvie, who said there were no obvious loopholes.

And Lark did express his disdain for O'Kilvie on several occasions, and Okilvie's concern was not unreasonable.

"Humph! It seems that everyone is about to forget whose city Gotham is, and someone dares to sabotage my business......"

The penguin man snorted coldly and made a phone call on the spot.

"Send a bounty, and whoever can kill the monster thief Kidd will get 500,000 dollars!"

Half a million sounds like a lot, but for the killers of Gotham, it's definitely a rare big list.

If nothing else, it's because life in Gotham is too worthless.

It only costs 10,000 US dollars to kill an adult male, 20,000 yuan for an adult female, and 30,000 yuan for a minor, which is still the common price of professional killers, and some professional killers offer lower prices than this in order to get more business.

Hand him twenty dollars to a random homeless man on the side of the road, and you'll have him stab anyone on the street.