Bab 6: Chapter 6 The Bat That Does Big Things
Wayne straightened up. Now, here, except for the women who had already been drugged by those scums, there were no one else.
There was no one left who could stand normally.
Wayne didn't think those crazy women could say anything, as they were like a group of demons dancing wildly.
Their brains may have been completely destroyed long ago.
Wayne pressed the miniature blasting charge on the intact safe, directly blowing open the safe door.
In this regard, Wayne can only admire Batman. A belt really has everything.
What emerged from the safe were rolls of U.S. dollar bills, as well as a large amount of rough diamonds and gold.
The former Batman would probably be quite calm when facing these things, but unfortunately it is Wayne who is facing these things now.
But even if Wayne was excited for a moment, he suppressed it under his own reason.
Wayne pulled down the curtain on the side and emptied all the items in the safe.
But Wayne didn't touch a single cent of the US dollars scattered in the hall.
Wayne wasn't sure if there was anything wrong with the money.
The hook gun fired, and Wayne disappeared on the top floor carrying his curtain containing a large amount of cash and precious metals.
But this doesn't mean that Wayne will give up their goods so easily.
"So you sold me out just to get your own starting capital, right?"
Spider-Man looked at Wayne carrying a lot of bags and small things on his back, his big white eyes widened. He simply couldn't believe that Wayne would abandon him there just for those things he was carrying.
"Man, you really hurt my heart by doing this." Spider-Man covered his chest with his hands and narrowed his big eyes again, as if he was telling about his grievances.
"Watch them, I'll be back soon." Wayne handed the big bag to Spider-Man and then returned to the building again.
Spider-Man couldn't believe his ears, he was afraid he had heard it wrong.
If he had no problem, it was Batman who just asked him to see things for him.
He was clearly betrayed by this guy just now, but now the bat wants him to do things for him.
Spider-Man really wanted to shout "son of bitch" directly to Batman.
But in the end, his good upbringing made him take back his dirty words, and he sat obediently on the rooftop water tank, looking at the package thrown down by the bat.
After doing what he needed to do most, Wayne chose a direct and decisive approach this time.
"Bang!"
The not-so-strong back door was knocked open by a figure.
Gang members holding guns rolled on the ground with painful expressions on their faces.
Before anyone could come over and ask what happened, Wayne had already appeared in front of them. Wayne's approach to these gang members was quite direct.
Batman's iron fist hit them directly in the face. The force of up to 1.000 pounds was enough to knock them unconscious in an instant.
Such a violent commotion naturally attracted the attention of other gang members. They had no idea what was happening at the back door.
But this concerns their lives and property, so they must go and take a look.
No one knew the consequences of the commotion at the back door, whether their boss would directly take their lives.
But when they actually got to the back door, they only saw a bunch of unconscious gang members on the ground, and no sign of anyone.
"What happened brother?"
Help up a gang member who looks like he could still be woken up.
The man shook him frantically, trying to get some information out of him about the attacker.
Hell's Kitchen is so lively today. Spider-Man, who was just confirmed dead, appeared on their territory.
Now a guy showed up out of nowhere and broke into their lair.
While watching someone asking specific questions, other gang members were nervously looking around with guns raised to see if there were any outsiders.
Wayne was above their heads, quietly watching all the precautions they had taken.
Wayne stepped lightly on the wall, gave up the idea of staying on the ceiling, and slammed his knees directly into the back of an armed thug.
The moment his knees hit him, the guy vomited blood and fell to the ground.
Before the two guys beside that man could react, one of them was stabbed and fell to the ground.
The moment he turned around, he hooked his legs around the neck of the gang member who wanted to find out Wayne's whereabouts.
"Now I ask, and you answer."
"Go to hell, you freak!"
I have to say that this guy is still quite courageous. Even when facing Wayne, he can still clearly say such words.
"What happened at the back door? Did anyone break in?" Suddenly the guy's intercom rang.
Even if that guy really wanted to tell them that there was a big problem here, there was nothing he could do.
Wayne's legs were tightly clamped around his neck, making it difficult for him to even breathe.
Taking the intercom from the guy, Wayne operated some on his arm armor and then spoke into the intercom.
"Everything is safe, just two guys having some fun."
"Fuck, they only know how to find things for other people to do. Tell them to stay in their positions honestly. If there are any problems, I will skin them alive!" It is obvious that the person on the other end of the conversation is in a higher position and many people came over to check.
"I know." After turning off the intercom, Wayne stared at the minion whose face was already red.
Relaxing his restraint a little, the minion took a deep breath of the air that he had never cherished before.
"Tell me why no one pays attention to the top?"
Wayne was actually quite curious. Obviously, what he had done on the top floor was already a big deal, but still no one went up to check it out.
Maybe it was because of the threat of imminent death that made this guy really scared.
He stopped being stubborn and spoke directly to Wayne: "The people there are all important clients. No matter what happens there, we can't disturb them."
This answer surprised Wayne a little. He had previously thought that they were just some middle and high-level leaders who were gathering there to party. He did not expect that they would be clients of their gang.
"Where is your pharmaceutical factory?" Wayne quickly asked his next question.
Wayne needs time now, but the sniper who had been unconscious before obviously will not give him much time. According to calculations, the next round of interrogation is probably about to begin.
As soon as they discovered that the sniper had lost contact, they would naturally realize that something was wrong.
"It's right downstairs. Go down from that entrance."
The minion reluctantly raised his hand and pointed towards the entrance of the staircase.
"Anyone else?"
"there is none left."
After getting no answer from anyone, Wayne punched the guy on the head.
I guess it's because he is young and can sleep whenever he wants in such a harsh environment.
He loosened his legs and let the guy fall directly to the ground. Then Wayne took out two miniature incendiary bombs from his universal belt.
After pressing the detonation button, Wayne returned along the same path he took when he came in.
Bat landed lightly on the roof of the building, looking at Spider-Man squatting on the side in boredom, and the package lying safely nearby.
"Oh, our great Bat is finally back." With his sensitive hearing, Spider-Man naturally noticed the sound of Wayne retracting his grappling hook when he came back.
Just when Spider-Man was about to ask Wayne where he had been and what he had done, he saw a raging fire burning under a building in the distance.
"It's really a big deal!"
Spider-Man said with some sigh.
(End of this chapter)
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