"Bang!"
Harvey threw the Port Access Book in front of Kevin's face and said mockingly, "Tsk tsk, a gift for Mr. Nicholas, huh? 1500 assault rifles, 2 million rounds of ammunition, explosives and grenades that can blow up half of Gotham, and I even saw a small missile. Mr. Kevin, is your good friend Nicholas preparing to start a war? "
"You …"
Steve was so angry that he wanted to rush forward but was stopped by Kevin. The leader of the Devil's Gang took a look at Harvey and took a deep breath. He turned around and waved at the Devil's Gang members who were surrounding the containers as if they were facing a great enemy.
"Go to work, what are you standing here for?"
This action made Harvey raise his eyebrows, but soon, the gang members left obediently. However, their ugly gestures and curses before they left made the prosecutors who followed Harvey furious.
Kevin shooed the others away. He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number in front of Harvey. He turned on the speaker and placed the phone on the table. A moment later, a lazy voice came from the other end of the line.
"What's the matter? Kevin. "
"Boss, the prosecutor, Mr. Harvey, is accusing us of smuggling and selling firearms. He's not willing to listen to my explanation about the 'gift' for Mr. Nicholas."
Kevin said in a normal tone. The other side of the phone was silent for a few seconds before he spoke again.
"Then invite Mr. Harvey and the prosecutors to the bar. I'll wait for them here … Are you listening? Mr. Harvey, come over here. I'll give you a reasonable explanation. "
Kevin turned off his phone and stood up.
"Please, gentlemen."
Harvey Dent took a deep breath. "Saber Hawk? The director of the Port Authority? "
Kevin looked back at him and said coldly, "You're right.
"Didn't you want to see him? Come with me. "
Five minutes later, in the Old Gun Bar, Harvey and a few other prosecutors were sitting on chairs at the bar. Kevin was sitting at the door. After a while, Saber came out of the kitchen wearing an apron. He waved the wooden spatula in his hand and said to the people who were looking at him.
"Uh, sorry, I was just preparing breakfast for the child. Oh right, you're Harvey, Gotham's Knight of Light, right?"
Harvey looked at the tall guy in front of him. He was 190 cm tall, had a strong body, yellow skin, black hair, and a California accent. His eyes were always squinting, and he was wearing an apron. He looked a little funny, but when those eyes looked at him, Harvey felt like he was being stared at by a wild beast.
This was not the first time he had met Saber, but it was definitely the first time he had such a peaceful exchange with Saber. He put his left hand on the chair and said in a gentle tone.
"Mr. Saber, about the smuggled weapons …"
"Wait! Mr. Harvey. "
Saber took off his apron and looked at Harvey suspiciously. "Smuggled? Why didn't I know about it? "
He looked at Kevin. "Kevin, have you been smuggling recently?"
"No, boss, we never smuggle!"
Kevin answered. Saber nodded with satisfaction. "That's good. Smuggling is a bad thing, and it's illegal. Don't do these bad things."
He turned his head and looked at Harvey. He opened his hands.
"Look, we didn't smuggle, did we?"
"Ka."
Harvey clenched his fist and looked at Saber with an ugly expression. "Are you kidding me? Mr. Saber, the containers in the weapons column had the word 'gift' written on them. With such a large number of weapons, do you think you can get away with just one or two sentences? "
"But they are indeed 'gifts'!"
Saber walked to the bar counter and took out a stack of receipts from the drawer. He placed them in front of Harvey. "Look, these are 'civilian goods' that I bought under my own name from Stark Industries for the workers in the dock area. This is a country that doesn't ban guns, and Gotham's security is so bad. We need weapons to protect ourselves. My dear prosecutor, do you think there's a problem with me doing these things?"
Harvey took the receipts and flipped through a few pages. They were indeed purchased under the names of different people. There were even complete invoices and the stamp of the firearms dealer. From this point of view, the illegal trafficking of firearms was obviously not established.
However, he still felt that his intelligence was being insulted. He raised his head and looked at Saber. The latter shrugged and said to the other prosecutors, "You can check all the guns.
They are all semi-automatic weapons. We didn't break any laws in this country. As for the gifts, the workers told me that they didn't need the weapons because they were too violent. However, I couldn't return them since they were already bought. So, I kept these toys for myself and Kevin. Now that my friend needs them, I'm giving them to him. I don't even need him to pay. So, is there a problem? "
"But there are two million bullets!"
One of the prosecutors stood up and retorted angrily. "Do you think we're idiots? Mr. Saber, who in their right mind would collect 1,500 identical guns? "
Saber glanced at him and said coldly.
"We like to shoot, is there a problem?"
He then looked at Harvey. "Maybe I did not pay a part of the business tax. I'm sorry, I'm very busy every day. So, Kevin, pay the taxes that we should pay to the tax bureau now. Don't bother me with these trivial matters in the future, okay?"
After saying that, he shook his head, turned around, and put on the apron again, muttering to himself.
He muttered to himself, "A bunch of trash."
"Mr. Saber!"
Harvey stood up and looked at Saber's back. He said loudly, "I now suspect that your 'small gifts' will affect the stability of the entire Gotham. I need to temporarily seize those few containers!"
"Sorry, you can't seize them."
Saber waved his hand without looking back. "Those containers contain official purchases from the Mexican government and several Central Asian countries. My gifts are just passing through. If you want to seize goods purchased by foreign governments, you need to make a more advanced application. Yes, I'll be more straightforward, Mr. Harvey."
"You can't do anything about this!"
After that, he turned around and walked into the kitchen, leaving the few prosecutors dumbfounded. Kevin pushed open the door, picked up the walkie-talkie, and looked at Harvey mockingly.
"Steve, let the boat at Pier 5 set sail. The matter is settled."
After that, he strode out, leaving Harvey and a few others with a serious expression. A few minutes later, Harvey's phone rang. He picked it up and listened to Rachel report about Gordon's operation, which had also failed. The double failure and anger made Harvey slam the table in front of him. He glanced at the kitchen, which was filled with a delicious aroma, and gritted his teeth.
"Let's go!"
That afternoon, in a secret location in the West District of Gotham, the leaders of eleven gangs gathered together. It was like a banquet, with delicious food and drinks in front of them. Around them were their closest subordinates, and outside the house, there was sufficient security.
"Come, cheers!"
Wurz, who was wearing a flowery shirt, raised his glass. He was already a little tipsy. He stood up and said loudly, "You haven't seen that old dog Gordon's face. Hahaha, it was as if he had eaten X, hahaha, whenever I think of that face, I feel like laughing … I'm so happy, hahaha."
"He thinks his plan is flawless?"
Another guy raised his glass and mocked loudly, "He doesn't even know how many of our men are in his police station! If I want to, I can even hide the bomb under his ass, hahaha. "
Everyone laughed wildly, as if a group of demons were dancing. Soon, the door to the secret location was pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing a beige suit and a bow tie walked in. Wurz's face flashed with a hint of disdain, but he still stood up and gave the guy a big hug.
"My brother Maloney, why are you so late? Thank you so much for protecting our money! "
"It's nothing."
Maloney, who had always wanted to be the second Falconi, waved his hand casually and sat at the front of the table. "Everyone lives in Gotham, so we should help each other. I just did what I should."
The others nodded, and some even applauded. Everyone knew what Maloney was thinking, but no one was willing to be swallowed up. However, this time, everyone was indebted to Maloney, so no one jumped out to oppose him. They casually said some dirty jokes, and the atmosphere became extremely lively.
"Speaking of which, brother, where is our money now?"
Wurz asked casually, but Maloney did not think too much about it. He put his left hand beside his ear and rubbed his fingers gently, showing a helpless expression.
"I don't know …"
"What?"
Wurz's eyes widened, and he put down the glass in his hand. "You're the one behind all this, and now you're saying you don't know where the money is? That's eight hundred million dollars, my brother! "
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Maloney. The latter snapped his fingers, and soon, two men carried a television and placed it in front of the table.
"I really don't know, all this was done by Liu. Hofs hasn't recovered from his serious injuries, so we can only leave everything to him."
Liu was the boss of the accounting company in charge of the mafia's bank operations. He had also worked with the Gotham Mob for a few years, but Wurz frowned and said, "Brother, I don't believe in Liu.
"To be honest, brother, I don't trust Liu. That guy is not as good as Hofs. He is always playing dirty tricks and hiding our money. Don't you worry?"
Maloney shrugged, and there was a hint of helplessness on his face. "I'm not okay with it, but what can we do? Other than him, no one knows how to operate it. Let's see what Liu has to say first. "
The television was turned on, and an Asian face appeared on the screen. He smiled at the twelve bosses of Gotham and said softly, "Don't worry, everyone.
"Don't worry, everyone. Your money is still in the United States, but I can only tell you the exact location after this storm dies down. I've told you a long time ago that it's a good idea to keep your money together. If you hide it separately, once one of you is caught, the rest of your money will be found and frozen. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."
"You're a professional when it comes to legal and economic matters, we trust you."
Maroney glanced at the others and spoke against his will with a calm expression. However, he changed the topic and asked, "What's the matter?"
"But what about those illegal 'inquiries'? You've lived in Gotham for a few years, so you know who I'm talking about. Liu, do you have any good ideas? "
"You're talking about Batman, right?"
The young merchant said the name that everyone considered taboo. He raised a glass of wine with a relaxed expression and gently swirled it in his hand.
"I'm now on a plane leaving America. Batman is unstoppable in Gotham … but what if he's in another city, another country? Don't forget my nationality, gentlemen. That's my advantage, isn't it? I will go to the other side of the Earth and come back when everything is calm. "
As soon as Liu's voice fell, another voice sounded, accompanied by a scream. Everyone, including Liu on the TV, looked at the door. They saw a strange guy wearing a dirty purple suit and black gloves. His hair was messy, his face was covered in white paint, and there was a shocking red scar at the corner of his mouth. He walked with strange steps and hummed a song as he walked into the secret meeting.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
His eyes, which were painted with thick black paint, swept across everyone present. Finally, his gaze landed on Liu, who was on the television. He let out a hoarse and deep laugh, and everyone could hear the strong mockery in it.
"I thought my jokes weren't funny. I didn't expect your jokes to be ten thousand times worse than mine."
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