Binglin Comics

Seeing that both of them refused, Bruce Wayne's expression did not change and he looked at Harvey Dent: "As my friend Wayne, you don't have to raise funds anymore."

After speaking, Bruce pursed his lips and looked at Rachel.

Rachel knew that Harvey was a bit stubborn, so she tried to persuade him.

After several words, Harvey could no longer brush off Bruce's kindness: "Thank you very much."

"Friends, vigilantes, justice costs a lot of money, do you really not need it?" Bruce changed to a more comfortable sitting position.

"It's really not necessary. You see, Batman and I are traveling together. I haven't seen him receive any funding from anyone, so of course I don't need it either."

Chen Hao's words seemed to mean something, and Bruce didn't want to delve deeper into this topic.

Soon, the dishes were served.

After all, the boss is here, and serving food is the top priority. Along with Harvey and Rachel's share, the table was quickly filled.

Bruce Wayne stretched out his hands towards the table and asked everyone to taste the delicious food in a master's tone.

Chen Hao often went out to eat Western food with Stark in the 616 world. He had a thorough understanding of many table manners and behaved like a gentleman.

Subsequently, under the deliberate guidance of Bruce and Rachel, the topic no longer talked about Batman, but around Dent.

Chen Hao saw through it without criticizing it and enjoyed the food quietly.

After drinking and eating, Bruce Wayne took Natasha and left.

Chen Hao, Dante and Rachel walked out of the restaurant, the night breeze was a bit cold.

Dante thoughtfully tightened Rachel's clothes, while Chen Hao didn't care. He enjoyed the night breeze.

Opening the car door, Dante looked at Chen Hao: "What will you do next?"

"I'll take a taxi back, you go ahead and don't worry about me."

"Okay." Dante nodded, made a six sign, and put it close to his ear: "Be safe, and remember to call me if you need anything."

"Will do."

After getting into a taxi, Chen Hao took out his mobile phone and made a call to Jackson.

After a while, he picked up the phone.

"You almost scared me to death, boss." Jackson deliberately lowered his voice. It seemed that the environment for speaking was not convenient.

"Tell me the address." Chen Hao kept the story short.

"Gotham Pier, Area C 08." Jackson's voice was still very low.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Hao asked the taxi to go to the Gotham Pier and stopped four to five hundred meters away from the terminal.

It was already night at this time, and there were many people patrolling outside the pier. I really don’t know how this kid Jackson got in.

Arriving at the shore, Chen Hao sprayed out large chunks of ice as pedals, leaned down against the wall, and advanced from the sea.

It took a few minutes to find Area C 08. Chen Hao climbed onto the dock and hid behind a container.

The patrol at Gotham Pier is tight on the outside but loose on the inside, and there are not many manpower in Area C.

Seven or eight workers were carrying something under the supervision of two armed gangsters.

Chen Hao looked at the things the workers were carrying and narrowed his eyes.

This is the huge amount of dirty money that Jim Gordon and Harvey Dent found.

The money in the big truck was far less than Chen Hao expected. It seemed that not all the money from the five banks had been sent.

If you want to hide the money from the surveillance police and secretly transport it to the dock, you can't be followed. The journey does take a certain amount of time.

Moving quietly within Area C 08, Chen Hao finally found Jackson hiding here.

His skin was naturally dark and he was almost invisible in the shadows.

Chen Hao walked up to him, secretly covered Jackson's mouth from behind, and lowered his voice when he struggled: "Don't move, it's me."

Jackson is much more honest this time.

Taking him to the edge of the pier in Area C, Chen Hao handed the password box to Jackson under the thin light not far away.

"In this box is the reward you deserve. There is no need to follow it here anymore. Go back. Just remember to report the movements in the chemical plant regularly. Don't expose it."

Jackson couldn't see how much money was in the box, so he reached out and touched it. It was estimated to be tens of thousands, and his voice was slightly excited: "Okay."

Arriving at the shore, Jackson held the box in his arms, gritted his teeth and jumped into the cold sea water, preparing to swim ashore.

Chen Hao also wanted to remind Jackson that there were ice blocks he made on the shore. Seeing that he had already jumped down, he said nothing more.

Those ice blocks fixed to the shore will automatically fall away after a while.

Chen Hao, who was full of wine and food, was not afraid of the cold wind howling at night and hid in the shadows.

Another truck filled with banknotes drove into the dock under cover of darkness.

The next day, morning.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Maroni, the gang leader of the Falcon family, came to a basement.

Two people dressed as bodyguards stood at the door. After a brief search to confirm that there were no firearms, they were allowed to pass.

There was a large oval hollow wooden table in the basement. Maroni looked around and saw that all the gang bosses were there, including nine of them.

Francis, who was wearing a brown leather jacket and had a good relationship with Maroney, came in last and sat next to him.

Now, all ten of the most influential gangsters in Gotham City are here.

The two men moved a TV and put it on the table. After debugging it, they successfully made a video call with Liu Lian, the accountant who managed their black money.

"I believe everyone knows that a small vault of ours was stolen. The amount is not much, 68 million."

Gamble scratched his head in embarrassment. He managed the bank that was robbed.

Francis leaned forward, lying on the table and chuckled, feeling that the person who robbed someone had something wrong with his brain: "It's that idiot who dared to steal money from us."

Maroney next to him shrugged: "A little freak, wearing a cheap purple suit and makeup. But he is not much trouble, just a small role. The trouble is, our money is targeted by the police because of this." On."

Tiaozi means police in slang. This accident forced them to be cautious.

Accountant Liu on the TV said: "Don't worry, thanks to Mr. Maroney's informant in the police, we were notified in advance. They identified five of our banks through the marks on the banknotes, and they also The plan is to freeze your funds this morning. That prosecutor Dante, who just came to Gotham and wanted to achieve political results, arrested all my competitors. Now, I am your only life-saving straw."

The situation was a bit grim. Francis raised his hand and asked: "Then do you have any good ideas?"

Accountant Liu curled his lips: "Of course, I transferred all the money in the bank vault to a safe place."

Hearing that everyone's money had been transferred, Gambo, who was wearing a blue and black suit, pulled his tie and asked: "Where did it go?"

Accountant Liu smiled and said with a confident look: "Sorry, no comment. If someone bribes one of you, at least everyone's money will be safe."

Hearing this, the gang bosses nodded, as long as their funds were not seized by the police.

Francis asked again: "Since your colleagues are all on board, how can you ensure that they will not arrest you?"

Accountant Liu responded with a smile: "I will go to Hong Kong in the east, which is far away from Dante's jurisdiction. As you know, our own people will not extradite our own people."

A fat man stared at the TV and asked: "When are you going to transfer this money?"

Accountant Liu smiled confidently: "I have already transferred. Time is tight and I don't have time to wait for your authorization. But don't worry, your money is safe."

"Hahaha"

At the same moment, Chen Hao closed the car door.

He drove away from the Gotham Pier in a very large truck filled with black money.

After spending a whole night on guard, it added up to hundreds of millions of dollars, and finally my trip was not in vain.