Capítulo 81: Chapter 81 Out of Control
The final item at the bottom of the press box is a piece of kryptonite, which explains why so many people with huge influence around the world have flocked to Gotham for this illegal auction. All the distinguished guests present put aside the disguise of gentlemen and ladies, and countless pairs of scorching eyes like hunters staring at their prey were directed at the small green stone, as if everyone was bound to win.
It's no wonder that the move by the fake Superman to cross the line these days is a heavy wake-up call to everyone in the world's upper class. Every business tycoon who has more or less participated in illegal acts and touched the boundaries of morality, and any national dignitary who has hidden secrets, all of them have felt the huge threat from the superman, which almost covers the relevant industries. of everyone.
Today, maybe he intervenes with force in a country in the Middle East. Who knows if he will show up at your desk or in your bedroom tomorrow and force you to agree to some impossible demands?
Kryptonite, the best insurance to keep this almighty Kryptonian away from himself, in this particular case is more effective than any high-tech aircraft cannon or even nuclear weapons. So as the auctioneer said, the value of this little stone is indeed higher than all the previous lots, but it is very difficult to set a proper starting price for it.
"I kind of understand what you're doing there now, sir," Alfred said through his wireless earbuds. "I'm assuming you were there to take this kryptonite?"
"No, Alfred," Bruce said lightly. "That kryptonite is the lot I hung up."
The next second he seemed to hear the sound of the old housekeeper being choked on drinking water, followed by a violent cough.
"Sorry...sorry, sir," he took a while to calm down, "I may not have heard clearly, what did you just say?"
"I said that the kryptonite was auctioned there by me. Of course, anonymously." Bruce said calmly, "At present, we know that there are kryptonite reserves in the world, except for myself. Only Lex Luthor. And I went to Luthor and he made sure he had nothing to do with this fake Superman, and I don't think he lied this time."
"You still haven't explained why you want to sell the kryptonite in our hands." Alfred mumbled, "If you don't think the money is enough, there are a lot of rare antiques in Wayne's house for sale, not to mention your garage. A supercar that most of the cars never use."
"It's the bait," Bruce explained. "We're assuming someone made this fake Superman for some special purpose, and they certainly couldn't turn the Superman against themselves. Can stop his weapons."
"Kryptonite." Alfred replied, "So you think they will come to this venue to participate in the auction?"
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"Do I need to remind you, sir? You may be the only rich person on earth who is not afraid of Superman. All capable people will be attracted by this bait. How do you find out from so many people? …"
"That's why I have to come here in person," Bruce said. "At present, most of the guests in this venue have been ruled out by me. Let's just say the man in the private room opposite us. Did you see him?"
He said and turned his eyes to the opposite side, and Alfred saw the situation in the private room synchronously with the help of the monitor on his retina. A gentle-looking man was leaning against the railing, wearing a white suit, holding a goblet in his hand, holding half a glass of grape red wine. Behind him stood two bodyguards in black suits. The physique under the suits was very strong, and he looked like he was well-trained.
"I see, sir, but I don't see any difference with the guests in other rooms." Alfred frankly said, "I can only see what they have in common - wearing expensive formal clothes, carrying a few Sunglasses guy."
"That person is a representative secretly sent by the government of a certain country. It may be speculated from some of his personal habits that it may be a certain country in Eastern Europe. I will not mention the specifics." Bruce said, his sharp eyes moved to The next private room, "Now what you see in this private room is a representative sent by the British. The next woman is from an Asian country and also represents the government... And you see this Man, he's one of the richest arms dealers in the Middle East, and considering his business, I guess he's justified enough to want to take that rock..."
"They're all about the same, as far as I'm concerned," Alfred said.
"Details, Alfred. They can wrap themselves in suits, but there are personal habits that can't be hidden. There's always a lot of detail hidden in everyone, like their business card that tells you the story of each of them. , you just have to watch carefully."
When Bruce's eyes flashed over a private room, Alfred suddenly said in surprise: "Wait a minute, is it my old eyes that are dizzy, or is it Mr. Luther sitting there?"
Bruce turned his gaze back, and it was indeed Lex Luthor sitting in that private room. The golden light illuminated his bald head so clearly that it was hard to admit that he was wrong.
"It's him, I noticed him when I entered the door."
"But you said he had nothing to do with it."
"He's definitely not on my suspect list for the time being," Bruce said. "If I were Luthor, I'd care who took the kryptonite."
He paused, and then his eyes moved to a private room on the inner side of the second floor. Sitting at the table was a burly man with a bald head. His sturdy body propped up his suit jacket bulging, and there was a pinch on his chin. mustache.
Bruce frowned, his eyes stopped there for a moment. Alfred asked, "Is there a problem there, sir?"
"I can't see anything from that man, Alfred," Bruce said. "He left no clues or traces all over his body, making it impossible for me to infer his origin and background."
"Even you can't deduce that, sir?"
"Yes. And if someone keeps me from seeing anything, they're often tough opponents," Bruce said. "For that alone, they've become the No. 1 suspect in the venue."
While they were chatting, the kryptonite auction in the venue was in full swing.
Unlike the tepid attitude towards the previous auctions, almost the entire venue has joined the auction for this green stone, and the price has become more and more exaggerated in this short period of time. The auction price rose steadily, and within a short time, it was no surprise that it caught up with the highest price that appeared in the previous auction.
When the price was raised to the 20 million mark, the man in the private room that Bruce had been watching finally finally made an offer.
"Fifty million."
Without any hesitation, the price increase more than doubled, and such a majestic way undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention. All eyes were drawn to the bald man with a moustache, and almost everyone secretly asked questions like "Where is this guy holy?"
But the man was expressionless, sitting by the railing with a rigid expression, as if he was not the one who just quoted this amazing price, quietly waiting for the next person to bid.
"Five-one million!" There was only a little silence, and soon someone continued to follow up. The way this man quickly raises the price is amazing, but it doesn't mean that other customers can't afford higher prices. In fact, most of the people who came here expected the price to be higher, and they were all bound to get such a small piece of kryptonite.
"Fifty-five million!"
"Five-eight million!"
"Eighty million." It was still the man who made the bid, his voice did not fluctuate at all, it sounded like a machine. Bruce couldn't help frowning, and his doubts about these unidentified customers increased a little.
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"Eighty-two million!" Someone continued to bid, and Bruce noticed that it was the representative of Eastern Europe he mentioned earlier, but his face was already ugly, and it seemed that the current price was close to the limit they expected.
"One hundred million." The man continued to bid, his expression still the same.
The price continues to soar, but more and more people are starting to pull out of the fray. Some smaller countries and relatively weak forces have withdrawn one after another. This is no longer a game they can afford to play. No matter how much they want that piece of kryptonite, they can only sigh. The air in the venue seemed to heat up rapidly, and the blushing auctioneer had to take out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Although he was mentally prepared, he seemed to have somewhat underestimated the temptation of this small stone to the world's top bigwigs under the current situation. This is the first time in his career as an auctioneer that he has encountered such a crazy situation.
But no matter how the competition, the absolute dominance on the field is still in the hands of the bald man. If others add 100,000, he will add 1 million, and if others add 1 million, he will report 10 million. It seems that among the countless wealthy bigwigs in the entire stadium, only this guy is truly worthy of the title of "regarding money as dung". When he reported the sky-high price of 200 million, he didn't even move his brows, as if it was just an empty space. Meaningless numbers.
By this time, most of the participants have already withdrawn. It seems that this step has finally exceeded the psychological price of most forces. They have to calculate whether the price is worth it. Maybe they might as well save the money and make more. nuclear warhead.
"$200 million at a time." Seeing that no one raised the price, the auctioneer raised his hammer.
However, at this moment, a voice that had been silent so far sounded, but it fell into the venue like thunder: "Three hundred million."
People took a deep breath, and even Bruce couldn't help but temporarily turned his attention away from the bald man who quoted the sky-high price of 300 million, and followed the sound to find the even crazier bidder.
It turned out they found another bald head.
Lex Luthor sat leisurely by the stand in his private room, completely ignoring the strange looks cast by everyone, and looked at the competitor he provoked with a half playful look.
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