Becoming a Phantom Thief from the World of American Comics.

Chapter 180 Let Me See Your Long-Stealed Secret

"Why does it feel like there's no one here?"

Dean crawled in the ventilation duct while observing the environment inside through the gaps.

Even though it is late at night, many FBI agents may have gone home from get off work, but it is impossible for this kind of organization to not have people on night watch.

And the quantity will definitely not be small.

But for some reason, when Dean first came in, he could still see quite a few agents.

Now suddenly I can't see him.

It was as if everyone inside suddenly left because of something.

"Could it be that something big happened in Gotham that caused the GCPD to ask the FBI for help?"

Dean guessed in his mind.

"Forget it, no matter what the reason is, it's a good thing for me now."

He discarded distracting thoughts and sped up to crawl forward.

Not long after, Dean came to a corridor, and the words "Reference Room" were written on the room at the end of the corridor.

Interestingly, the ventilation duct has a removable blind right here, facing the corridor.

"No matter how you look at it, this blind looks like it was deliberately placed here..."

Dean carefully checked the blinds to make sure there were no hidden mechanisms on this thing.

"It's a bit too smooth to come all the way from the ventilation duct. I didn't meet a few forks in the road and went directly to the door of the reference room."

It seems that the purpose of this ventilation duct is to allow people to sneak into the data room secretly.

There must be something wrong.

Dean felt there must be something wrong with this.

It is impossible for the FBI to be so careless. Could it be that this place is actually a trap designed to mislead others, and that the entire passage and data room are all fake?

Or……

Dean thought about the Wayne Group's involvement in building the precinct, and thought about the unusually large size of the ventilation ducts.

"Is this ventilation duct for Batman?"

I don't know why, but Dean thinks that this very absurd idea may be true.

"In retrospect, many buildings in Gotham were built by the Wayne Group. Basically, the vents in newly built high-rise buildings are relatively large. On the contrary, like many old buildings, the ventilation ducts are normal in size and cannot be drilled in. .”

Gee, I didn’t expect that Batman, a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually do such illegal construction.

Unexpectedly, this design is not only useful to you, but also cheaper for me.

Dean thought amusedly.

He carefully removed the shutter, then pulled out the surveillance jammer.

Although this prop is small, it is one of the decisive factors that Dean has not been discovered so far.

Although it is ineffective against alien technology, DC Earth's surveillance technology is perverted enough, far exceeding the real-world technology in Dean's previous life.

Although it may seem like Batman holds countless alien technologies in his hands, that is only his own unique technology. Many raw materials cannot be found on earth or cannot be processed even if they are found.

Without the help of the Justice League, which can bring Batman all kinds of rare materials from the universe, his skills alone will be useless.

In other words, Batman has surveillance methods beyond Earth's technology, but they are far from being able to cover the entire Gotham.

Dean relied on the surveillance jammer to basically ignore all surveillance.

Even if he was really photographed by one or two alien surveillance cameras, it would be impossible to see through Dean's flaws in the blurry footage left behind.

Hmm... Looking at this unguarded corridor, the door of the reference room opposite was facing me, like a foot-washing girl on the street waving her hands to call me in.

Maybe this will be a wonderful encounter, or maybe it will be a hidden disaster.

Dean didn't just walk over carelessly, but took out a pair of glasses from somewhere and put them on himself.

In an instant, streaks of red light appeared in the corridor, densely distributed in various locations, like a spider web.

Moreover, many of the lights were still moving irregularly, at least Dean couldn't see any patterns after simply observing them for more than ten seconds.

"Infrared alarm device, a bit old-fashioned, but it works."

Dean moved his joints a little, and his eyes instantly became serious.

The infrared rays that are fixed in death pose no threat to him, but the infrared rays that move irregularly are different.

These infrared rays move very fast, are numerous, and are very dense. At a glance, it is almost impossible to break through this layer of defense.

There were several key points that Dean wasn't sure he could get past.

As the infrared rays move, the positions and numbers of these key points will also change. It may become easier or it may become a dead end.

It is not an exaggeration to describe this institution as rapidly changing.

It seems that Batman doesn't really want to turn the FBI's data room into a bus that everyone can get on.

Who else but Batman could come up with such a perverted infrared design?
To be honest, if it were Dean a month ago, he probably wouldn't dare challenge this infrared mechanism casually.

But now, Dean has enough confidence to break through this difficulty.

Quick response, start!
Well, the responsive Dean can't use his own consciousness to start it anytime and anywhere, but it will automatically turn on when necessary.

This is a very good feature, because when Dean needs to turn on the sensitive response, it is very likely that he will not be able to react before turning it on.

And automatically turning on is much better.

Dean took a deep breath and straightened his clothes to make them fit more closely.

Then he rushed resolutely into the infrared spider web.

Dean's figure was seen dexterously rotating and moving between the gaps in the infrared rays. His body's flexibility was almost better than that of the world's top gymnasts. He could bend his body at incredible angles and pass through extremely narrow gaps.

At this time, Dean was arching his waist, facing up to form an arch, and then stood upside down, carefully letting his legs pass through the seven infrared blocks.

Suddenly, the hair on Dean's body stood on end and the pupils of his eyes shrank.

At this moment, he felt as if time had slowed down, and all moving things around him became extremely slow.

Turning the corner of his eyes, he noticed that a line of infrared rays was moving towards his side.

In Dean's eyes, it moves very slowly, including every infrared ray in the vicinity, and its movement trajectory is within Dean's observation.

At this time, Dean slightly bent his arms, suddenly bounced his body upwards from the ground, retracted his legs and turned back in the air.

There was not even a trace of excess, and his body just avoided all the infrared rays and landed in a temporarily safe position.

After repeating this several times, Dean finally arrived at the door of the data room.

At this time, dense beads of sweat appeared on Dean's forehead.

This infrared corridor is only more than ten meters long, but walking through it consumes a lot of Dean's energy.

This is also the only side effect of the sensitive reaction talent. It requires stamina before Dean's own reflexes have grown to full strength.

However, this side effect is not particularly serious, and it is very easy to solve in the Dean System Mall.

Dean spent [-] exclamation points to buy a bottle of stamina recovery potion, hoarded it and drank it, and soon returned to normal.

"So, now I can see your secret, Cassandra..."

(End of this chapter)