Becoming a Phantom Thief from the World of American Comics

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 five 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 stairs with different heights. Seats, 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 at the auction are brought by themselves. The second house, the second house is changed to the third house, and the third house is changed back to 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.

Phantom Thief 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 Phantom Thief Kidd. Germany.

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 well. "

"I know you don't like this group of people in front of you. Believe me, Master Bruce hates them more than you, but it is this disgusting ruling class that controls most of the resources in this city, so Master Bruce will Disguise yourself and mix with this group of people, so that you 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 cannabis, one Norwegian smoked salmon, one escargot baked in a Burgundy herb sauce, one bluefin tuna sashimi, one creamy corn chowder...that's all Right, 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 quick eyesight and quick hands, and quickly reached out to support her.

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

But at this moment, he didn't bother to pay attention to the empty dinner plate, and quickly helped the blonde to get up, and at the same time kept apologizing, 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?"