Becoming a Phantom Thief from the World of American Comics

Chapter 19 The Arrival of Vicki (please collect! Please read more!)

As soon as they reached the eighteenth floor, Dick and Alfred saw a police force that was several times larger than that at the entrance.

Walking out of the elevator, at every fork in the road, at least three guards were deployed, and five police officers were even assigned to some key passages.

There are patrol teams passing by from time to time in the corridor. A patrol team consists of two people, a total of ten patrol teams, and they cycle every 5 minutes.

It seems that the defense is quite tight, and capable policemen with live ammunition are everywhere.

But after the two of Dick entered the auction venue, the tense atmosphere suddenly eased a lot.

The entire venue is composed of two parts. The first half is an entertainment venue including restaurants, dance halls and bars, and the second half is the auction venue.

I saw that hundreds of people had already sat down in a restaurant in Nuo Da, enjoying the delicacies of mountains and seas made with precious ingredients on the table.

Next to the restaurant area, there is a large ballroom-like open space, where pairs of noble ladies and young masters dance together to the beautiful music.

There were also a large number of reporters in the venue, and they kept taking pictures of the group of celebrities.

And there is another huge space deeper in the ballroom and restaurant. The two areas are separated by a huge bright red curtain. From the gap between the two curtains, you can vaguely see rows of stepped seats of different heights. Obviously, the inside is the place to participate in the auction.

All of today's auction items, including the world's largest pink diamond "Pink Dream", are being placed in the storage room behind the auction house at the moment.

Although there were already many guests in the venue, Dick found that there seemed to be no GCPD police there.

I don't know if Gordon didn't arrange manpower inside the venue, or if the people who came in were plainclothes and hid in the crowd.

For Gotham's top elite circle, what good things to find at the auction is not the primary consideration. After all, more than half of the competing products in the auction are brought by themselves. It is nothing more than the drama of the first house being exchanged for the second house, the second house for the third house, and the third house for the first house.

For them, this is more like a social gathering to deepen ties with other families, and there are also some not-so-clean exchanges of interests.

Of course, there are people who simply think that they have money and have no place to spend it, and they don’t want to buy conventional products with fixed prices and no excitement. They only participate in auctions to satisfy their consumption desires.

Kaitou Kidd's notice letter has attracted a lot of attention from the outside world. This group of people seems to have no idea. They should eat, drink and play. No one is worried about it, and no one is even talking about Kaitou Kidd.

It was as if Kaitou Kidd was completely ignored by them.

Looking at the so-called upper class people in front of him who are addicted to eating, drinking and having fun, Dick felt a sense of boredom in his heart for no reason.

Alfred noticed Dick's face from the side, and smiled flatly: "Don't care about other people's thoughts and attitudes, you can't change them, and they don't want to change, we just need to do our own thing."

"I know you don't like the group of people in front of you. Believe me, Master Bruce hates them more than you do, but it is this disgusting ruling class that controls most of the resources in this city. That's why Master Bruce disguises himself every day and mixes with this group of people. Only in this way can he have the opportunity to use them and make this hopeless city a little bit better."

"Master Richard, I saw a few tables with Romanian cannelloni and Italian creamy mushroom sauce. It's dinner time now, let's fill up our stomachs first."

"Yeah." Dick nodded helplessly, walked to the restaurant area with Alfred, and sat down in a random corner.

Not long after the two sat down, a young waiter came over with a menu and an empty plate, and asked with a smile, "What do you two want to order?"

There are only names of dishes on the menu, but no prices. This is not for the purpose of blackmailing people, but because all food and beverages for the guests participating in the auction are free.

The hotel is not the organizer of the auction, but only rented this floor as the venue for the auction. This alone has already received a huge amount of rent, and there are even more other invisible hidden benefits.

Naturally, it is impossible to charge additional fees for these common services.

The young waiter took out a pen and wrote down the dishes ordered by the two of them while listening.

During this process, Dick did not speak, and it was Alfred who reported the name of the dish.

"One Cannes Seafood Caviar Platter, Two Romanian Meatloaf, One Norwegian Smoked Salmon, One Baked Escargot with Burgundy Herb Sauce, One Bluefin Tuna Sashimi, One Creamy Corn Chowder...That's it, right?"

After remembering the dishes, the waiter repeated the confirmation, and after getting an affirmative answer, he turned and left with the menu and an empty plate.

"oops!"

However, when he turned around, a beautiful woman with blond hair and wavy happened to be walking behind him, and the two accidentally bumped into each other.

The blond beauty staggered and was about to fall backwards. Alfred, who was closest to her, had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and quickly reached out to support her.

The waiter himself was fine, but the empty dinner plate in his hand was knocked off, and it was buckled upside down on the floor.

But at this time, he didn't bother to pay attention to the empty dinner plate, and quickly helped the blonde to get up, while apologizing continuously, his face extremely flustered.

"Sorry, guest, I didn't mean to! I... I didn't know you were behind!"

The waiter wished he could slap him dozens of times immediately, and anyone who could participate in the auction would be a big shot he couldn't afford.

This time, someone almost knocked him over. If the other party gets angry, he will have no place in Gotham anymore!
"It's okay, I'm fine."

The blond beauty stood up, straightened her appearance, and smiled at the waiter, "It's me who should apologize. I walked too fast and didn't notice that you were about to turn around."

"You don't blame me?" the waiter asked in disbelief.

"It's just a small matter, so there's nothing wrong with it." The blond beauty waved her hand, "There are so many people in the restaurant, you must be quite busy, but I hope it doesn't affect your work."

Hearing this, the waiter immediately left here as if he had received an amnesty.

"You... you're Miss Vicki Weir, aren't you?"

At this moment, Alfred looked at the blonde beauty and asked.

Hearing someone calling her, Vicky looked carefully at the person who had supported her just now, and she looked familiar.

"Is that you, Alfred?"

(End of this chapter)