The Richest Man in the DC World

　　 There is nothing behind, no one.

　　 Sidney frowned, feeling strange, and looked back again.

　　 A huge shadow appeared in the window, and the dark cloak blocked the body, and even the moonlight was attracted to it. The two head horns were high and protruding, like abyss demon.

　　 "Batman!"

　　 Sidney was shocked and was about to run away subconsciously.

　　The black shadow struck, followed by the pain deep in the bone marrow. Sidney crouched on his body and was about to shout for help. Suddenly, there was a black fist in front of him, and the fist face quickly enlarged.

boom!

　　 There was a violent impact.

　　 Sidney flew upside down in the air, hitting the ground hard, his nose sore and unbearable, his head hurt like it would explode.

　　Bruce grabbed his collar, jumped down from the window, took out a hook gun in midair, hit the upper sculpture, the rope stretched straight, and dragged the two to fly up.

　　 After reaching the top of the building, Bruce raised his hand and smashed Sidney on the concrete floor, clasped his neck with his left hand, and quickly hit his chest, stomach, abdomen and other parts with his right hand.

　　 Punch after punch, like punching a sandbag, every punch falls into the flesh.

　　 Sidney opened his mouth wide in pain, and grabbed the hand stuck in his throat with both hands, but he couldn't break it no matter how hard he tried. The hand was as strong as steel claws, and he let out a depressed roar, his eyes begging with despair.

　　Don't fight, I will die, please!

　　 Perhaps when he heard his voice, Bruce stopped, pulled his collar down in front of him, so that he could see his eyes full of anger.

　　 "Domic Sidney?"

　　 Sidney nodded tremblingly, tears and nose streaming out,

　　 "I am not a criminal, I am a businessman, I have not broken the law, please, go around me."

　　Bruce stared into his eyes and said word by word.

"Martin Jesse, the current mayor of Gotham City, transfers 360,000 US dollars at 10:30 am on March 2, 2001; transfers 1.03 million US dollars at 4 pm on May 7, 2002, April 2003 At 1 p.m. on the 9th, 2.76 million was transferred."

　　 Sidney's pupils shrunk slightly, and a trace of horror flashed through, how could he know these things, who leaked them out,

Bruce continued, "Killian B. Rob, Chief of the Gotham City Police Department, July 3, 1996, transfer 2.4 million, Christmas 1996, transfer 3 million, May 8, 1998, transfer 960,000 , Thanksgiving in 2002, transfer 4.8 million, and Torquay Martial, Brute Dean, Fisk J. Clay, Lindel John..."

　　 Every time Sidney said a name, the despair in Sidney’s eyes deepened. He shook his head frantically.

　　 "I didn't do it. I don't know who they are. I don't even know them. Trust me, believe me."

　　 "I want to deny it."

　　 Bruce got angry from his heart, grabbed his collar and threw it downstairs.

　　 traversed a parabola and fell from the top of the thirteen-story building.

　　 Sidney's eyes widened, and the whole person was stunned. He never dreamed that one day in the future he would fall from a building and die. The night wind whizzed past his ears, it was the cry of death.

　　 Sidney was desperate, waving his hands and feet wildly, struggling like a drowning man.

　　 "No, please, save me."

"No!"

boom!

When 　　 fell to the ninth floor, a huge pulling force came from the ankle, and the powerful force dragged the body up to fly up to the top.

　　'S body was hung upside down in the air by ropes, shaking from side to side in the night wind.

　　 Sidney gasped, the feeling of coming to life from desperation is only known to those who have experienced it. He has experienced it once and never wants to experience it again.

　　Bruce dragged him in front of him and asked word by word.

　　 "Where is the central bank account? Tell me."

　　 "I...I...I..."

　　 Sidney shivered, didn’t know if it was cold, or was frightened, when he saw the other party and wanted to let go, said quickly,

　　 "It's in the safe in the study."

"What is the password?"

　　 "9...9...9,99347!"

　　 After saying the last word, Sidney collapsed, with a little lifeless expression on his face.

　　 Bruce snorted coldly and jumped into the air, the black cloak stretched straight, sliding to the window like a nightingale.

　　 Find the safe and enter the password.

　　 In addition to cash and jewellery, there are stacks of thick folders.

　　 Bruce took out a document and quickly flipped it through. The document recorded the black market trade conducted by the central bank over the years, mainly including underground banks, arms sales, and drug transactions. There was no shortage of account, time, location, and personnel.

　　After reading it briefly, Bruce picked up the second one.

　　 This document records the commercial activities of the central bank. Several pages describe the various coercive methods used to make competitors yield and the necessary property expenditures for coercive methods.

　　 Bruce gritted his teeth, put the paper away, and picked up the third copy.

This is what he is looking for. The internal account of the central bank, the list of bribers, names, positions, bank account numbers, time of bribery, place of occurrence, and expenditure bills, etc., there is a summary at the bottom of each page and Falcone My signature.

　　 Martin Jesse, Kylian B. Rob, Torquay Martial, Brutt Dean, Fisk J. Clay...

　　 All the big names in Gotham City are on it, and there are some people who shouldn’t be there.

　　Bruce grabbed the file, and his right hand trembled.

　　 At this time, footsteps came from outside the door,

　　 "Master, the bath water is ready."

　　 Bruce woke up suddenly, picked up all the files, and rushed out the window like a night cat.

　　 Outside the study, the maid Connie was puzzled. The master paid great attention to the rest time. He would leave the study and go to the bedroom before ten o'clock. What happened today?

　　 "Master, do you want to wash?"

　　 After a while, no one responded.

　　 Connie felt something was wrong, after thinking about it, she whispered,

　　 "I went in."

　　 said, turning the handle, pushing the door and entering the study, Sidney stood at the window, motionless, as if thinking about something.

　　 Connie smiled, "You are in the study room!"

　　 Sidney hummed,

　　 "Notify the butler~www.ltnovel.com~ to let him prepare the car, I want to go out."

"understood."

　　 Connie nodded, although she was surprised by the master's behavior tonight, she didn't ask anything, put down her tea and left.

　　 At 10:30 in the evening, Sidney, who was well-dressed, drove out of the villa and headed north along Central Avenue. There was no one else in the car, only a big box full of things.

　　 Gotham City’s night is very cold, and he feels that his heart is even colder.

　　 Thirteen years!

　　 Thirteen years of hard work are all gone.

　　 "Batman!"

　　 Sidney gritted his teeth, wishing to bite off his flesh.

　　 The documents in the safe are related to the fate of the Falcone family, but now they are in Batman's hands. Once Falcone knows about this, he will never let him go.

　　Cooperating with each other for more than ten years, Sidney knows each other too much.

　　 There is only one way left, and that is to escape. Before the incident is revealed, it is better to run as far as possible. It is best to find a place with no one to hide and observe the subsequent development of the incident.

　　If Falcone wins, he will hide in Europe and never come back forever; if Batman wins, he will change his name and face and return to Gotham City. With the resources in his hand, he will definitely be able to make a comeback.

　　 "Wait, bad bat, I will double the humiliation you put on me."

　　 Sidney gritted his teeth, and while turning, he almost ran into a black Lamborghini.

　　 "FUCKYOU! Can you drive! Fuck you to death."

　　 Sidney raised his middle finger, cursed loudly, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

　　 Lamborghini!

　　 black!

　　 He opened his mouth wide, and there was endless fear in his eyes.