Chapter 810: Catwoman's Message

"This is not to humiliate the team."
Standing in the cold rain, Batman came to the stopped second-hand car to join the windbreaker fighter. When he arrived, he could vaguely see the light of a flashlight dangling in the alley ahead.
Even if the humiliation squad escaped from Arkham in a hurry, but Charis had more footholds in Gotham City than Batman. Everyone in her squad had night vision devices in their masks, and there was no need for antiques like flashlights.
The heavy rain masked the sound of the car, and cold water drops splashed on the hood.
The windbreaker pulled up his clothes to protect him from the rain, took out his notebook and looked at it, his tone seemed helpless.
"There is nothing wrong with the place, but my little book is not a timely updated information terminal. I humiliated them and were indeed here before, but it seems that they are now replaced by someone else."
Batman was just talking. Through the sound of rain, he collected the sound of smashing doors and glass, as well as people screaming. No matter what, the crime is ongoing and must be stopped.
The sound of footsteps on the street corner ahead is messy, and the aperture of the flashlight is less than a dozen. The identity of the other party is not good enough. Generally, this group is often either a gang or a cult.
However, cults generally only kill people and do not rob. They need to spend the time spent by other criminals on arranging various ceremonies.
So hearing the sound of beating, smashing and looting, Batman judged that the opponent was a robbery gang.
In Gotham, group robbery is generally done by small gangsters. Who has seen a penguin or a double-faced person lead someone to robbery outside?
Batman walked to the end of the street, peeked his head against the wet building, and in just a few moments he could see the situation on the opposite side.
It was a group of people who were looting a small jewelry store, and the store did not know whether it was the security or the owner. At this time, they had fallen outside the door.
The mobs were dressed in suits and shirts, and looked very planned. There were probably more than a dozen people, all of them little brothers, but Batman who was leaning against the door in a coquettish posture still knew him.
A blue suit, a Hawaiian shirt with red and black flowers worn inside, with a large gold chain on the neck, and the mask is like mercury, a silver mirror that reflects the reflection of others.
"It's the facade and his men, flash bombs."
While talking, Batman took out a bat dart from his belt, pressed the button on it, and flicked it by himself, and went straight to the nearby building and disappeared into the night.
The windbreaker put away his notebook and shrugged helplessly. Batman didn't seem to mean to cooperate at all. He just explained that he wanted to avoid flash bombs, but he didn't say a word about how to cooperate.
For Batman, a dozen people still don't need to cooperate with others at all. Although the appearance is good, his younger brothers are generally very poor.
"Menmian" is a very good person. He likes to hire homeless people to support the field. It is nothing more than putting on a suit when he comes. He looks crowded, but in fact he is not a professional gangster at all.
In a place like Gotham, disguising yourself as the black boss can sometimes take a lot of advantage, but if you are seen through the details, you will end up miserably.
The name of the facade is Eric Hansen, who was originally the parking brother of the double-faced nightclub.
He watched the rich underworld gangsters dangling in front of him every day, both luxury cars and beautiful women, and always brought a group of uniformly dressed boys to the market. Everyone was scared and very popular.
Suddenly, his inspiration flashed. He just put on the mask and pretended to be a little nervous. In the Gotham Madman Mask, no one wants to provoke him.
Taking out the tips he has been rewarded over the years, he has accumulated tens of thousands of dollars in his net worth. He bought dozens of inferior suits, and he went to the streets to hire homeless men for an extra 20 dollars a day.
He quickly pulled out a team, drove all the homeless people to the sea to take a bath, cut their hair and beard, and put on a uniform suit.
Okay, he is also a gangster.
Although the people hired in this way are silver-like wax gun heads, they don't look good, but other people don't know. Everyone has a brick in his arms and pretends to have a gun.
Then he took people to eat in the dark.
When others robbed or robbed or something, he took these dozens of people around:
"Oh, we've been staring at this family for a long time. Since brothers, you are the first, I can't say anything, but I can't let my brother hundredth run for nothing. How about half of it?"
There are so many of them, everyone seems to have a guy in their arms, and they can't see clearly at night, and they can almost bluff 99% of the people.
Besides, the appearance is not all necessary, as long as half. When have the gangsters met such a talkative gangster? Hundreds of gunmen surrounded them, and half of them could be left. It was a clear stream in the underworld.
Other people rob a jewelry store, a bank, or steal things, all of which require planning, so much brainstorming. As long as the facade is to buy information on the street, to block others, other criminals will send the money to him.
So the facade quickly gained a reputation and made a lot of money.
With money, you can stabilize your subordinates. Those who were originally just tramps have relatively low requirements and low labor costs.
Some people think that he likes to get something for nothing, like a hyena that takes prey from others; others think that he has the veteran gangster's tolerance and keeps a bottom line in everything.
No matter whether it is pink or black, the facade has become popular, and more and more people are willing to follow him, which really made him a thing.
After several large-scale fights and cases were completed, he entered Batman's sight. The gang of thousands of people was bigger than the Penguins.
Before he was arrested, even Batman couldn't figure out his details. I don't know which family of Gotham came up again? Or is it from other cities?
However, as the contact continued to deepen, Batman finally discovered the fact that he was speechless. The facade was actually just a parking boy. Last time he used the identity of Bruce to play in the double-faced nightclub, he gave him a tip.
Those gang members are actually homeless people hired with money, and they are just for appearance.
So when Batman appeared to scratch the facade, the tramp faced the symbol of Gotham and didn't even have the will to resist. They broke up when they saw a few fractured.
The gang of thousands of people suddenly fell apart and turned into a situation where Batman and the facade were singled out.
It has to be said that as a parking boy, he is surprisingly able to fight on the front, and he is chasing Jason Red Hood with his street fighting skills.
Unfortunately for Batman, that's all.
In view of the cunning and insidious appearance, Arkham was also given away. As a liar, Arkham is at the bottom of society. A big brother of the level like a clown or a scarecrow escaped from prison. He was not too lazy to pick him up on the way. It's too bad.
However, this time I escaped from prison, it seems to be a painful experience. No, I called the manpower to start the robbery personally, and let the subordinates see blood as exercise.
If you don’t know each other, then you must be probing. As long as you recognize each other, then Batman has a plan.
After the windbreaker turned his head to dodge the flash bomb, all the mobs fell to the ground when he turned his head. Batman swooped from the roof, flash bombs and surprise attacks directly knocked down the facade, and the others just three punches and two kicks. Knocked down.
Batman stood up, clutching one of his abdomen. Baine's injuries were still somewhat inconvenient, but it didn't take too complicated tactics to deal with a character like Facade.
These so-called thugs, in fact, did not even eat dinner, their hands were soft and their feet were soft, and they fell a piece of the leg. The rest of the people who were hit by the flash bomb were just lying and rolling with their eyes covered, and they had no intention of resisting.
The man in the windbreaker was in the heavy rain and walked tiptoe to Batman from the fallen crowd, his tone low.
"The shopkeeper is dead."
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"Some homeless people and beggars have become extremely crazy after seeing blood." The windbreaker kicked the front with his toes again, and this man seemed to have a severe concussion.
Batman has nothing to say. Gotham is like that. The owner of the jewelry store may be dismissive of homeless people during the day, and at night, he will die by these people.
Gotham is like this. Anyone can die suddenly. Social status and wealth will not bring any guarantee.
"Find the next target."
He just stood quietly, letting the rain fall down his shoulders, and the sound of rain drowned everything again.
The windbreaker fighter did not disappoint him either. The little notebook that looked very inconspicuous. The information in it helped Batman find a lot of fugitives~EbookFREE.me~ but I don’t know if it was a coincidence or something. Those people often have tragic fate, or they are not the kind of vicious people.
Time and time again, Batman knocked down the enemy again and again, and the windbreaker fighter simply became an intelligence station, without any sense of existence at all.
He only needs to lead the way, wait, lead the way, and repeat this process infinitely.
The rain is getting heavier and the night is getting gloomy, but the clowns hired by the clowns such as the Claw Butterfly and Bain never show up again.
After traveling around the city for a while, Ah Fu finally brought good news. Gotham's surveillance network has been rebuilt, and Batman can now check everything on the ground in the city through the Bat terminal.
Batman nodded slightly, and at the same time told the windbreaker that he could go home. He also saw the strength of the opponent, and then some opponents could not be dealt with by the windbreaker.
The windbreaker fighter didn't have any opinion, as if he was already tired: "Well, I'm very happy to fight alongside Batman, but I have a piece of information here, which I think is very important."
"Say."
"My informant saw Catwoman moving in the city before. She seems to be going to steal the Gotham Museum." The windbreaker pulled the car door and sat in, only to find that the car really broke down this time. Walked down.
Batman was lost in thought when he heard this.
Why did Selena go to steal the museum? Is the reason for not marrying yourself still to steal things? But even if she wanted the entire museum, Batman could buy it and give it to her. Why would she steal it?
"Well, my car is broken, can I use the Batmobile to send me a ride?" The windbreaker walked up to him helplessly. Although the expression on the mask was still the same, he could still hear the helplessness in his tone.