Becoming a Phantom Thief from the World of American Comics.

Chapter 12 Nowhere to Go, Ventilation Ducts
With Dean's current skills, it's easy to knock down a few gangsters who took drugs and knocked half of their bodies into the ground.

In the city of Gotham, there are similar homeless thugs hiding in almost every alley that cannot be illuminated by lights.

They don't belong to any gangs, and they don't have the skills to show them. They are muddled every day, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Every month, I go to receive the subsidy distributed by the Wayne Charitable Foundation, and then turn around to buy various medicines, and spend all my money in a few days.

Then they hid in small alleys in groups of three or four, only daring to rush up when they saw lonely people passing by, and the money they robbed would be used for drug use.

Repeatedly, again and again.

The final ending is either to die from crushing or starving to death, or to suddenly becoming enlightened after going crazy, and evolving into a patient in the Arkham Asylum.

If you are lucky, you will be picked by a big gang and pushed out as a scapegoat to spend a few years in the Black Gate Prison. After you come out, you will get a fair amount of money.

Even if the sentence is decades or even indefinite, there is still room and board, at least you don’t have to worry about starving to death or freezing to death one day, although life may be worse than death when you become addicted.

This is quite interesting. They can get these by doing whatever they want, but they have no courage to live and die. They are so useless that even a small gang with only a dozen people will not consider recruiting them.

And the number of this group in Gotham is unimaginably large.

Many people may ask, why not provide them with jobs?
The method is very good, but it also requires people to be willing to work.

In short, Dean didn't feel that this kind of person was pitiful at all, and his actions were not light.

By the time he exits the alley, Dean has put on a new face and costume.

I looked at the time, it was eight o'clock in the evening, which was quite early.

Dean was in no rush to go home, and his main thought was the Vicki Weir press release.

"The top auction held by Gotham's upper class, the world's largest and most precious pink diamond..."

Dean was very interested in this matter.

"If I remember correctly, the auction will be held from 12:30 p.m. to [-]:[-] midnight next Saturday, and the pink diamond is the finale."

As for the location, it is in the conference hall on the 18th floor of the Gotham International Hotel.

"Now is the right time to step on a spot."

Doing what he thought, Dean headed towards the hotel.

Fortunately, he met a taxi not long after walking, and taking a car can save a lot of time.

And Dean is still maintaining his disguise, so he has no worries.

Twenty minutes later, Dean got out of the car and arrived at the hotel entrance.

The Gotham International Hotel is as high as 26 floors. It occupies a huge area and is luxuriously decorated. It is said that the hotel was built by a nobleman from a famous old family in Gotham. It is not known whether it is true or not.

Under normal circumstances, hotels are semi-public places, and there are usually not few people in them.

But this hotel is different, its high occupancy price has rejected 90.00% of nine customers.

It can be seen that although the auction is still a week away, the red carpet has already been laid at the entrance of the hotel, and several waiters are standing at the door to welcome guests.

There are even quite a few paparazzi holding their cameras, squatting opposite the hotel or in other places with a good perspective, and they don't know which topic they are planning to photograph.

Entering through the main entrance requires verification of identity documents, and Dean naturally would not consider this way.

He first changed into a pure black tights in a place where no one was around, and then put on a black mask, only his eyes and mouth were exposed, making him look like a little black man.

After all, the goal now is to step on the spot rather than to take a formal action. Of course, you can't wear the strange thief costume that is easy to attract attention.

After changing his clothes, Dean thought again that if someone accidentally saw his clothes, his clothes would definitely be mistaken for criminals. Although it is not difficult to solve, it is still a little troublesome.

So is there any way to wear black again, and not take it seriously after being seen?

It really does.

With an idea, Dean took out a yellow paintbrush and drew a bat logo on his chest...

After making all the preparations, Dean quickly walked around to the back of the hotel while no one was paying attention. There was a row of trash cans and a small door. The trash can was full of various ingredients. Obviously, the back door led to the kitchen.

The door is tightly locked, and there is surveillance. It is impossible to determine when someone will come, and it is not convenient to pick the lock to get in.

Dean continued to circle the hotel.

After going around in a circle, no other entrance was found.

"There is no breakthrough on the ground, so let's go to the roof and have a look."

Dean went back to the back of the hotel again, took out the hook-and-lock gun from the dead corner of the surveillance, and shot towards the roof.

Most buildings have a stairwell at the top of the building, and this hotel is obviously reluctant to be that "majority".

The roof of the hotel is bare, there are no stairs to go up, and there is not even a wall.

Dean didn't quite know what the founder of the hotel was thinking, he just wanted to greet this person right now.

"Do you want to go back and wait until the next time the kitchen throws out the trash?"

Dean fell into deep thought. As he thought, he came to the edge of the roof near the back door and squatted down, looking down.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Dean noticed a vent installed in the wall a few meters below him.

It's not surprising that there are vents, but it's worth mentioning that the vents are a bit unusually large.

Big enough to fit into an adult's body.

Dean stared at the vent, making a mental decision.
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At the same time, on the 25th floor of the Gotham International Hotel, there is a super-standard presidential suite.

This is the most luxurious suite in the entire hotel. The area alone occupies an entire floor, and it is more than enough to hold a big silver party with thousands of people here.

Moreover, the 25th floor is usually not open to the public, and no matter how much money you pay, you cannot stay here. Only VIPs with political status are accepted here, such as foreign envoys or high-ranking officials of the country.

However, it was such a special place, and at this time, a group of people with vicious faces gathered here.

"It's a good place for you. I like this sofa. It's very comfortable to sit on."

A blond man about 30 years old, wearing a black fur coat, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and combing his back hair, was sitting on a sofa. The rest of the people standing behind him should be the leader of the group.

On the opposite side of this person, sat an old middle-aged man with a mustache and a somewhat nervous expression. The name tag on his chest showed his identity.

Gotham International Hotel executive general manager, Joey Cicero.

"I'll send you an exact copy if you like it, Mr. Ogilvy."

Hearing the blond man say that he likes sofas, manager Cicero said, and then asked: "The auction will only start next week, why are you here today?"

"I just obey the boss's orders."

Ogilvy took a breath and replied casually.

Hearing this, Manager Cicero's expression changed, and he hurriedly asked, "What orders does Mr. Penguin have?"

(End of this chapter)