There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

Chapter 91, Act 3

Taking advantage of the moment when the noise subsided, Qin Wei opened the brown paper bag.

He pulled out the document, glanced through a few pages, and as he expected, it was full of irrefutable evidence of political corruption and unfair competition among businessmen of all sizes.

No wonder Maroney is so fearless; once the evidence in his hands is exposed, Gotham's political and business circles will be reshuffled.

How could these people allow something like this to happen?

Illegal mergers, murder-for-hire, kidnapping and extortion, smuggling and trafficking—Gotham's business wars are this brutal and ruthless. Qin Wei estimated that the number of people directly involved was as high as several hundred, and if the related responsibilities were to be investigated, Blackgate Prison would probably be overcrowded.

As for the shady dealings of those political figures, Maroni made detailed records, including covert footage of bribery, receipts for gambling and prostitution, and the time was accurate to every minute and second.

It is worth noting that the record also mentions a place called "Pizza Shop," where GCPD Director Roosevelt and Mayor Rock were both regular customers.

Qin Wei frowned as he turned the page.

In the picture, Rob and Locke are lying naked on the bed making the "Yep" gesture, surrounded by a group of teenagers dressed in sexy lingerie.

These children have empty eyes, are emaciated, and bear scars on their bodies. Compared to the two laughing animals, the whole photo exudes a strong sense of absurdity.

Boom!

Jason punched the metal shell of the bus. Blood dripped from between his fingers.

In recent years, there have been frequent disappearances in the Eastern District. He has reported the missing persons to the police on behalf of their families multiple times without success, and has even been detained several times for his extreme remarks.

I initially thought it was due to GCPD's inaction, but now everything has been explained.

"Don't bang on the wall yet. Wait until this is over, then go smash their skulls."

Qin Wei closed the file and added:

"I'll be with you."

Having made a backup using a pre-prepared camera, Qin Wei put the original document into an explosion-proof box and handed it over to Jason for safekeeping.

Of course, he also noticed that there was an owl-shaped logo on the back of each page, which he guessed represented the organization Maroni had mentioned—the mysterious Court of Owls.

Before he could think about it carefully, Gordon called.

"Hello, Chief, what can I do for you?"

"There's something I want to ask you!" Gordon didn't even bother to correct Qin Wei's verbal tic, so it seemed the matter was really serious.

"Let me guess, was it the central bank robbery that happened half an hour ago?"

"How could you...?"

Gordon seemed to realize something, and there was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"I should have guessed! Equipped with heavy weapons yet no officers killed, these thugs were deliberately avoiding a shootout with the police… But I don't understand, why did you scatter all the stolen money?!"

"I've got what I wanted, and it's also what you and Harvey wanted."

"Maroney's incriminating evidence?!"

"No, it's evidence of all of Gotham's crimes!" Qin Wei murmured, gazing out the window at the torrential rain. "To be honest, this thing is much heavier than I imagined. I'm not sure if you guys have the guts to catch it."

"Or rather, whether you have the fate to live up to it."

He heard heavy breathing coming from the receiver; Gordon had mustered almost all the courage he had in his life to make this decision: "I will get Barbara out of town!"

"Harvey wants to say a few words to you, do you have time...?"

Before Gordon could finish speaking, a hearty laugh came through the receiver.

Whenever Qin Wei heard Harvey Dent's voice, he would feel very happy, especially his magical laughter, which made even the worst weather, like a torrential downpour, seem less bad.

I really want to find a chance to have a couple of drinks with him!

"Hey! My friend, I can't wait to congratulate you! You've really helped me a lot. I've received enough bullet threats lately to fill an armory!"

"Thanks to those scumbags, my investigation had completely stalled, but you're like a powerful locomotive, pulling me up again. Aren't we almost at our destination?!"

"Harvey, the decisive battle is approaching. Do you also have family members to send out of the city?"

Qin Wei asked half-jokingly, but Harvey's tone suddenly became downcast.

"No, my wife died in a bomb attack two weeks ago..."

Why did you have to bring up that sore spot? I'm so awful!

Qin Wei slapped himself across the face.

"Don't blame yourself. This is a fact that neither of us can change. The deceased is gone. What I need to do is fulfill her wishes."

"It was Greta who encouraged me and gave me the courage to face my unbearable past. Her greatest wish was to help me get out of the shadows."

"Alright! Let's not talk about this anymore." Harvey blew his nose.

"Let's talk about the rendezvous!"

……

Maroni stood in front of the charred vault, firefighters' water mixed with the charred remains of US dollars gradually gathering at his feet. He was sandwiched between busy police officers, looking as lonely as a lighthouse in a storm.

He pulled a cigar from his pocket, while Benny habitually pulled out his blowtorch.

But for some reason, the spray gun stopped working at this crucial juncture.

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Maroni threw away his cigar, grabbed the blowtorch, and stomped it to pieces.

Seeing that things were not going well, Sheriff Rob waved his hand to disperse the officers.

"Mr. Maronny..."

"It was Falcone's men, it must have been! Tell me, who's running the dead business now?"

Maroney's thinking was understandable; it was no secret that he had assassinated Falcone in Gotham City, but what surprised him was how quickly the retaliation had come.

"Sir... these are extraordinary times; it would be unwise for the Romans to fight amongst themselves!"

"Come on! I just want to know who the hell is running Falcone's business, that's all!"

That's all? Who are you kidding!

Staring into those bloodshot eyes, Luo Bu's Adam's apple bobbed. He knew the most urgent thing was to calm Maroni down, but right now this guy was like a powder keg that could explode at any moment.

"Alberto, Carmen's only son."

Maroni waved Rob away and then had Benny close the vault door.

"The mission has changed. I need you to go find Alberto," he said, staring into the shadows in the corner.

After a long while, footsteps were heard from the corner.

"I refuse. You have no right to order me around. I will find these guys as originally planned and cut their throats one by one."

Deathstroke emerged from the shadows, his steps steady; it was hard to imagine that just an hour earlier he had been shot in the neck.

But if you look closely, you can see that he is playing with a bloodstained bullet in his hand.

"I am your employer!"

"My employer will pay me, but look at you now, like a dog whose shack has been burned down." Deathstroke bent down, grabbed a handful of ashes, and threw them into Maroney's eyes.

Maroni, who was already on edge, exploded. He tried to draw his gun, but before he could raise his hand, a cold glint flashed before his eyes.

The gun was sliced ​​off at an angle, along with the trachea of ​​the bodyguard Benny.

Benny clutched his throat and fell to the ground, the ground trembling. Salmaroni's eyes also became much clearer.

"You can't kill me. If you do, the Court of Owls will never let you get away with it."

"Don't think too highly of yourself, Thrall. The owl won't risk the lives of two or three 'Claws' for some nobody."

Death Knell slowly tucked the wakizashi back into its waistband.

"Actually, there's only one reason I'm not killing you: mercenaries never act on personal interest. I'll kill for you, and you'd better have fifty million US dollars ready. Don't ask me why I'm raising the price; these guys are far more troublesome than you and I imagine."

"Are you crazy? All my money was here, burned to the ground!" Maroni complained, spreading his hands. "Get out of here, I don't need you anymore!"

Deathstroke responded with a short, cold laugh.

"WOW! Thrall, are you out of your mind? Don't you know my rules? Since you came to me, you have to pay whether you do it or not."

"Hurry up and raise the money; I won't let you off the hook even if you're short a penny!"