dmims Chapter 73 This Could Be a Money Issue
Chapter 73 This Could Be a Money Issue
I never expected to trigger a mission in a place like this.
As Zheng En watched Bruce being dragged to his feet, he felt a pang of toothache.
Would Batman need his help?
Of course not. This guy can fight his way through gang shootouts with hand-to-hand combat, and even clear out the area. Even without equipment, he has a glorious record of escaping from a group of assassins.
Will Bruce need his help?
Of course, due to his character, he couldn't do anything but be forced to leave by the robbers in full view of everyone, and he couldn't easily reveal his skills.
So, it's time for that one to make their appearance again.
Jung Eun revealed a sharp look in her eyes.
Shortly after the robbers left, the wailing of police sirens could be heard outside. The charity gala was being held in the Diamond District, and with a large number of wealthy people under threat, the Gotham Police Department arrived unusually quickly.
But no matter how fast they went, they couldn't outrun the robbers.
Harvey slammed his fist on the floor in anger; Bruce's being taken away was now an undeniable fact.
The other party wanted to use hostages to threaten the police in exchange for their safe departure, and it is unknown whether Bruce will be able to escape successfully.
As the robbers left, the panic in the auditorium subsided, and some people even harassed the police, questioning whether they were just sitting around doing nothing.
Harvey took a deep breath and was about to turn to look at Jung Eun when he found that she had already disappeared and he could vaguely hear the urgent sirens of a police car.
Outside the auditorium, red and blue police lights flashed continuously, several police cars were parked outside, and police officers had cordoned off the scene with banners. One after another, wealthy people emerged from inside, still shaken.
Above, unnoticed by anyone, a dark figure flew across the night sky.
Not far away, a helicopter with searchlights was chasing after a fleeing truck on the ground, followed by even more police cars than those outside the auditorium.
With a searchlight shining, Zheng En couldn't follow too closely and could only use a bamboo dragonfly and a telescope to observe the situation inside the truck from a distance.
Given the current situation, Zheng En cannot use the audiovisual enhancement device.
It wasn't that he didn't want to hear the conversation inside, it's just that the noise outside was too loud; the roar of the helicopter and the sirens were terrifying. If Zheng En had used the audiovisual enhancement function in his monocle, let alone eavesdropping, he would have been immediately overwhelmed by the surrounding noise.
The robbers stood inside the truck, guns at their sides, surrounding Bruce completely. Zheng En adjusted the scope of his X-ray vision, and his gaze passed through the robbers' figures, revealing Bruce with his wrists bound, his hands awkwardly gripping his phone to his ear as if he were saying something.
Not long after, the helicopter overhead turned around and left, and the police cars that had been chasing them slowed down.
The surname Wayne really has a lot of influence.
Although it was expected, seeing the Gotham Police Department back down in such a short time still made Zheng En feel amazed.
Rich people still have more influence.
The truck sped into the eastern district, and once it got there, it became very difficult for the police to catch it.
Even if you are willing to explore, the intricate network of roads is not easy to navigate. There are narrow alleys and short paths everywhere between the towering apartment buildings and old houses. The corners that obstruct the view and the winding paths are intertwined, and you can easily lose your way if you are not careful.
With the system's support, Zheng En didn't have this problem. He floated in the sky and followed closely behind, watching the truck drive towards the suburbs and into a factory.
The factory lights were still on at this hour, and his accomplices, armed and on guard, were all wearing identical red hoods.
This is clearly their hideout.
Bruce was dragged out of the truck bed, his head down as he subtly surveyed his surroundings, pleading, "Please let me go. I'll give you whatever money you want. I can contact my butler; he'll give you the money."
"This isn't about money."
Bruce was shoved into the warehouse by the robbers. A low-level leader next to him raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Wait, this can be about money."
"How much money are you willing to give?" The gang leader had barely finished asking when the robber who had spoken earlier couldn't help but chime in, "Boss, didn't we agree to kill him? If we drag this out, things might get complicated."
You agreed on it? And with whom did you agree?
Bruce hadn't overheard them discussing what to do with him on the way. Connecting this to the robbers who had initially been searching for him in the crowd, he had a hunch and quickly interrupted their conversation. "Ten million? Twenty million? I have that much money on hand. For more liquid funds, you'll have to contact my butler. As long as I can get back alive, I'll pay whatever it takes."
Upon hearing this, the robbers exchanged glances. Even with their hoods on, they could tell that their companion had a new idea.
"You're the boss, and I'm the boss." The leader kicked the robber who was trying to stop him, making him stagger. Then he turned to Bruce and said, "We want money, not our lives. If you can really come up with that much money, we might spare your life."
"Thump—"
As they were talking, the entire factory suddenly went dark.
The robbers' first reaction was to be on alert, instinctively gripping their guns tighter. "What's going on?"
"Boss, it looks like there's a power outage."
This situation is not uncommon in the East District; even robbers encounter livelihood issues.
But the problem was that when the power was restored, they found that Bruce was missing.
"Damn it, he got away." The foreman's face darkened, and he immediately gave the order, "Go search the surrounding area! He can't have gone far in such a short time!"
The other robbers were about to run away when the overhead lights went out again.
Compared to the previous quiet arrivals, this time the commotion was much greater.
The batarangs struck some hands, causing them to flinch in pain, and the muffled groans of fists landing were incessant. In a panic, some fired shots, only to be quickly subdued and brought to the ground.
All that met my eyes was darkness, so dark that I could not make out any shapes. Even when my eyes adjusted to the light, they could not react. I was in excruciating pain as I was punched in the abdomen with a powerful fist.
The gang leader was beaten so badly that he vomited bile, and in the dim moonlight, he could vaguely see his fallen comrade.
Many people had their hoods knocked off and were lying scattered all over the ground. Looking outside, it was the same; no wonder no one came to help.
"I ask, you answer."
A hoarse electronic voice sounded in his ear, and the junior leader couldn't help but swallow, saying tremblingly, "Yes."
Now he knew perfectly well that Batman was the one who came to save Wayne!
He never imagined that kidnapping Wayne would provoke such a monster; he wasn't unfamiliar with the rumors about Batman.
Before encountering him, he could boast that he wasn't afraid, but after truly witnessing how formidable the other party was, his legs trembled like leaves, and he dared not hide anything at all.
The interrogation in the warehouse proceeded in an orderly manner, and before long the truth of the matter was roughly revealed.
Zheng En listened from a short distance away and quickly figured out the cause of the matter.