Harvey and Rachel's first date was ruined.
This was to be expected, because they had encountered something a hundred times more important than a date. The boss of the Gotham Mob's accounting company, Liu, who had escaped to the other side of the world, had been captured!
When Harvey saw Liu, he no longer looked as carefree as before. Being carried by Batman, without any protection, he had glided for nearly two minutes at a height of a few thousand meters. If he was not lucky enough, he would have suffocated from lack of oxygen.
Now, his left hand was handcuffed in the interrogation room of the Gotham Police Station. He looked dejectedly at Rachel, who had walked into the room, and snorted coldly.
"You're here. Compared to Battie, you're really slow!"
He placed his hands on the table, and the handcuffs rattled. He squinted his eyes and looked at Rachel.
"Little beauty, what do you want from me?"
Rachel crossed her arms. As an outstanding prosecutor, she knew what a businessman like Liu needed. Hence, with a cold face, she went straight to the point.
"Tell me, if we spread the news of you being captured, how would your employers treat you?"
Rachel raised her eyebrows and said playfully, "That's right.
"Maybe you don't know, Mr. Liu. In the few days that you left Gotham, the city's thirteen gangs were reduced to seven. Six of your employers died within two days, and now they must have entered a very violent state. You know, people who are in mortal danger are always very sensitive. Any slight movement will lead to their crazy counterattack."
She took a newspaper from beside her and threw it in front of Liu, whose expression changed slightly. The latter opened the newspaper, and when he saw the picture of the four gangsters hanging at Gotham's pier, and the bright red words, his body trembled slightly.
"Do you know?"
Rachel lowered her voice and placed her hands on the table. Her beautiful curves were displayed in front of Liu, but the prisoner did not have the slightest intention of appreciating her beauty.
"Your ship is about to sink … Any smart person would know what to do in such a situation. You're not an idiot, are you, Mr. Liu?"
"Hu …"
Liu put down the newspaper in his hand. He was silent for a moment and raised his head to look at Rachel.
"I'm hungry, I'm thirsty, and I really want a cigarette … Every decision has to be made after careful consideration. Do you understand what I mean?"
"As long as you agree to cooperate, we can provide you with everything you want."
Rachel didn't respond to Liu's words at all. At this time, the beauty was like a good hunter, pushing the prey in front of her into the trap bit by bit. "Say it, what are your conditions?"
"I don't have any conditions. I will not betray my employer!"
Liu leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes. He looked like a loyal and unyielding person, but Rachel knew that he was just a businessman. For a businessman, there was nothing that he couldn't sell, unless the price was not his bottom line.
"Alright, you're a good businessman, Mr. Liu."
Rachel turned her head to look outside the special double-sided glass in the interrogation room. There, Gordon and Harvey were watching the interrogation.
"A waiver, and most importantly … we'll send you out of Gotham."
Liu opened his eyes.
"Not enough! I want you to withdraw the lawsuit against my company and declare that we're innocent … I'm taking a risk, and I want to continue doing business in the future. "
Rachel saw a vague hand gesture outside the window and nodded.
"Wait a moment."
A moment later, Rachel came back with two documents and threw them in front of Liu.
"We can agree to your conditions, but you have to testify in court!"
"Impossible!"
Liu rejected immediately. His face was filled with anger, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes. "They'll kill me. Without my life, what's the use of having money?"
Rachel's face flashed a cold smile. She crossed her arms.
"You say it as if you have a choice, Mr. Liu. Please remember that we're telling you this with good intentions. Otherwise, another 'old friend' will come to talk to you … I don't think you want to see him."
The prisoner did not say anything. It was obvious that he was wavering. Rachel's smile widened. Her finger pressed on the headline of the newspaper intentionally or unintentionally.
"Or, we can leak your information. I think this' Red Devil ', who is eager for revenge but can't find his enemy, will be interested to have a' talk 'with you."
"Also, in the past two days, in order to kill his enemy … he has killed 197 gangsters. Because of his injuries, all the hospitals in Gotham are crowded …"
Rachel took a deep breath and sat opposite Liu, whose face was gloomy and uncertain. She said sincerely, "I'm sorry.
"Look, I'm not threatening you, but you don't have many choices left. Also, I'm curious. If all your clients are locked up for committing crimes, what will happen to the large sum of money?"
Liu's face finally revealed a smile. He picked up the pen and signed the document. Then, he opened his hands.
"I'm a person who's good at calculating. Miss Rachel is a person who's good at persuading others … Are you interested in going on a date with me? … Ugh, forget it. God, can someone give me something to eat? I'm starving … "
15 minutes later, Bruce Wayne, who was repairing his equipment in the Batcave, received a call.
"Liu agreed to testify in court. We've got the account book. Now, all we need to do is lock down the location of those guys and arrest them."
Bruce's face flashed a satisfied smile.
"Very well, I'll leave immediately. I'll send you their location by tomorrow morning."
"Oh right, he also made a … strange request."
"Hmm?"
Bruce snorted in confusion, and Gordon's voice sounded. "He requested for you to protect him before the case is over. It seems like the things that Seiber did scared him out of his wits."
"Okay, no problem."
Batman laughed. It seemed like the frightened gentleman really thought of him as his "savior". However, if he could use him to wipe out all the gangsters in Gotham, Bruce was willing to waste more time. However, when he saw the dark red armor fragments on the table, his face showed a trace of worry.
If Saber didn't die in the explosion, he probably wouldn't let go of this opportunity to seek revenge on the gangsters. Thinking of that guy's previous actions, Bruce's head started to hurt.
A guy who focused on revenge was the hardest to deal with. It seemed like he was going to be busy.
"Come, cheers!"
In the luxuriously decorated restaurant, which could accommodate 150 people, there were only a dozen or so people sitting there. The table was filled with sumptuous dishes and expensive drinks. The waitresses, who were dressed seductively and had great figures, kept coming back and forth with delicious food.
A group of people who survived the disaster gathered together to celebrate their new life.
"That guy is dead!"
Wurz combed his trademark slicked-back hair. He wore a new necklace around his neck. He stood up, raised his glass, and spoke to the others.
"The police report is out. In the ruins, other than the bones of the poor Lauder brothers, there was a stranger's flesh … Sorry, it's my fault to talk about such disgusting things in this place …"
The gangster boss's voice suddenly became louder.
"But brothers! He's dead! We're safe! To the arrival of a new era, cheers! "
"Cheers!"
The others raised their glasses in unison. In this banquet, Wurz, who planned the trap, became the main character. Even Maloney had no objection to this. After all, this guy was the one who offered his own plan to help them get rid of the murderer.
And as he said, Saber's killing spree wasn't a bad thing. After Saber died, Wurz and Maloney led the "re-division", which gave everyone a new territory of varying sizes. This was a good thing.
The more territory they had, the more business they had, the more money they had, and the closer they would be to the throne of the Gotham Mob. Other than the unlucky ones who died in the massacre, the others didn't care about the greedy table manners. After all, they were the ones who benefited.
"Guys!"
Wurz used his knife and fork to cut the steak in front of him, and put a piece of deliciously fried meat into his mouth. As he chewed, he waved his knife and fork as he spoke to the others.
"Look, we were able to get rid of the Red Devil, which means we can also get rid of Batman … So in the next phase, we have to focus on this …"
No one answered. Unlike Saber's sudden massacre, in the past year, Batman, who had beaten them in different ways, had become a sore point in the hearts of the gangsters. They had used all kinds of methods to get rid of that guy, but the continuous failure had made them fear him.
Under these circumstances, it was very difficult to ask them to take the initiative to deal with him. Once a mindset was formed, it was very difficult to get rid of it. This was the same for the gangsters.
The first to speak was Maloney. He elegantly drank a glass of wine and spoke in a very thick Italian accent.
"Wurz is right. Friends, look at us. Compared to the past, how pitiful are we now? What caused this change? It's Batman! His arrival changed everything. He made us fall from our throne to the ground, and anyone can bully us … Those policemen, those officials, they used to be our followers, but now they dare to bark at us like dogs. "
"Only by killing him can we return to the past. Friends, are you not willing to return to the past?"
Maloney's words were filled with a dark temptation. The others slowly stopped what they were doing, and everyone was thinking about Maloney's words.
Wurz put down his knife and fork in satisfaction. The food did not taste better, but after his mentality changed, it made him feel very satisfied. He picked up the tablecloth, wiped his mouth, and coughed lightly. Just as he was about to say something, the restaurant door was pushed open.
Gordon strode into the restaurant. The moment he saw the police chief, Wurz's expression darkened. He threw the tablecloth in his hand aside and snorted coldly.
"What, Chief Gordon? Is it against your law to eat out in the middle of the day?"
The police chief looked around. With the luxurious furnishings and luxurious clothes, he was sure that with his current salary, he could not afford this. However, he did not care about this. He walked to Wurz's side and looked at the gangster.
This guy had been caught by Saber and sent to Arkham Asylum to stay with Gambol for a long time. It was Gordon who let him out because Wurz had agreed to cooperate with him. However, Gordon did not expect Wurz to betray him so thoroughly.
"Someone told me before that evil people will never change. I thought that was biased, but Wurz, your actions have made me believe it."
Gordon's face was filled with disgust as he looked at the people sitting at the table. He took out his police badge from his pocket and waved it in front of them.
"Everyone, you are suspected of major economic crimes. The evidence is conclusive …"
"That's enough, Gordon. Do you really want to spoil the mood of others at this happy moment? Do you really want to embarrass me in front of my friends? "
Wurz's expression was also ugly. Now, it was a situation where extreme joy turned to sorrow.
"I know you are very happy. Seeing you get arrested, I am also very happy. Don't worry …"
Gordon picked up the wine glass on the table and finished it in one gulp. He waved his hand and the fully armed police walked into the restaurant.
"They will go together. Also, thank you for the wine, Wurz. However, the taste is disgusting. Take them all away!"
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