The Richest Man in the DC World

　　 Black Lamborghini!

　　White lightning!

　　 Twenty-eight charred corpses!

　　 The three pieces of information are linked together to form a cloud of terror.

　　 Sidney had only one thought in his heart, running, running as fast as possible, and as far as possible. As Falcone’s cronies, he was one of the few who knew the truth that night.

　　 The owner of a black Lamborghini is not Batman, but a stranger who has never met before. This person is cruel and merciless. Twenty-eight corpses are the best witness.

　　 "Why did you meet him!"

　　 Sidney gritted his teeth and stomped on the gas pedal. The BMW car roared like a beast, sprinting down the street at a speed of more than one hundred and forty yards.

　　 It was not late at night, and there were a lot of vehicles on the road.

　　 Seeing one after another car lights swept back, Sidney's heart almost touched his throat. He had never driven so fast.

Luke behind 　　 also frowned. Sidney controls the economics of the Falcone family. He is a big fat fish that is hard to find in the world. If he dies in a car accident, who is going to make sense.

　　 can't do it! He must be captured alive!

　　 After turning several intersections in succession, Lamborghini disappeared from the rear view mirror.

Sidney breathed a sigh of relief, but did not release the throttle. He drove towards the airport at a very high speed. His private jet stopped at the airport. As long as he got on the plane, whether it was Batman or the owner of Lamborghini, he took himself. no way.

　　 Soon, the airport arrived.

　　 Sidney hurriedly got out of the car, and while dragging his luggage, he called the driver to get him ready to take off.

　　 Just then, a rapid whistling sounded in my ears.

boom!

　　 The BMW car was hit by a vehicle coming from behind and flew out. Sidney couldn't dodge, and his right shoulder was scratched by the door of the car. He rolled several times on the ground until it hit the steps.

　　 Severe pain came from all over the body, his right arm was dislocated, and a few ribs were broken. Sidney opened his mouth wide and wailed silently. He felt like he was going to die.

　　 "Hey! Sir, are you okay, do you want to take you to the hospital."

　　 A familiar and unfamiliar voice came, and Sidney forced himself and turned around. When he saw the too young face, his cheeks twitched uncontrollably.

　　 "Lu... Luke Shaw!"

　　 "It's me, I didn't expect it, I actually met here."

　　 Luke talked and searched his body to make sure that he didn't have any weapons on his body, then pulled the old man's trouser legs back.

"My greatest strength is honesty. Therefore, I particularly hate those who say nothing, Mr. Sidney, you are a Jew. How can the Jew not speak honesty? I said 300 million US dollars and only three thousand. Ten thousand, there is still two hundred and seventy million. If you don't give it, how can people go? You say yes."

　　 "Don't worry, I am a very kind person. I have never killed a Dalian chicken since I was a child. As long as you give the money, we can discuss everything."

　　 Sidney opened his mouth and wanted to beg for mercy. When he accidentally caught a glimpse of the black Lamborghini stopped by the side of the road, his eyes were pale.

　　 Why?

　　 Why does God treat me this way.

　　……

　　 The clock struck twelve times in a row.

　　 It's midnight, and the unconscious young master has not yet returned.

　　 Alfred sat in an underground base full of weapons and equipment, his face covered with worry.

　　 For the elderly, staying up late is the worst choice, but he has no choice but to sit here tonight until Bruce Wayne returns.

　　 Time passed slowly in the ticking sound, and the old man quietly closed his eyelids.

　　 In the room illuminated by the headlights, an old man with gray hair is sitting on a chair, holding a porcelain cup without coffee in his hand, his eyes are closed, and a slit is sometimes opened, as if he is struggling with sleepiness.

　　 When Bruce came back, he saw this picture.

Inexplicably, a warm current flowed from the bottom of my heart, and even the feeling of anger was much calmer, picked up a thin blanket and gently covered the old man, then tiptoed to the table, took out the folder, and browsed one by one. .

　　 "Don't tell me when you come back."

　　 "Go and rest, I will be enough here."

　　 Alfred shook his head, poured a cup of hot coffee on the table, picked up the documents on it, and after reading it, picked up a few more.

　　 "Drugs, arms, black money!"

　　 "Blackmail, blackmail, murder!"

　　 "Offering bribes, accepting bribes, operating improperly!"

　　 Alfred rubbed his eyebrows. "Master Wayne, can you tell me where these files came from?"

　　 "Domic Sidney's study." Bruce integrated the information on the file into the computer and said without looking back.

　　 The old man sighed,

　　 "What a terrible Falcone family, almost dancing with the darkness."

　　 "What are you going to do next?"

　　 Bruce stopped his hand, startled forward, and said for a while.

　　 "I am going to make three copies of these documents and send them to the Federal Court, the White House, and the FBI." As he said, he looked up at the old man, "What do you think?"

　　 Alfred was silent.

　　 Bruce laughed self-deprecatingly, "You don't think it's appropriate, right? This document not only involves senior Gotham, but also two-party politicians and White House executives, and the FBI also includes it."

"This is a giant net of power, intertwined and intertwined. No one has the courage to fish it up because it is too big and has been connected to the waters~www.ltnovel.com~Alfred De shrugged, half-jokingly said, "Perhaps you should put it on the bedside of the President of the United States. "

　　 Bruce replied mercilessly, "Then it will become toilet paper in the next second."

　　 The air immediately became embarrassed.

　　 Alfred wanted to enliven the atmosphere, but he didn’t expect it to be like this. Seeing the files being entered into the computer, he couldn’t help but persuade.

　　 "Master Wayne, don't be dazzled by anger."

　　 "I am not angry, I am now very clear, quick thinking, clear mind."

　　 Alfred said silently, "There are many criminals in Gotham City, but there are more kind citizens, and they all have their own lives."

　　 Bruce sneered, "Yeah! A life deceived! A manipulated life! A life dominated by crime and fear."

　　 Alfred opened his mouth and was speechless. He instinctively felt that doing so was bad and would cause terrible things. "I think you should lie in bed and sleep before you think about how to do it."

　　 Bruce turned his head, revealing bloodshot eyes,

　　 "Do you think I am not calm enough now?"

　　Alfred: "..."

　　 Okay, you are calm.

　　 Maybe he realized something, Bruce calmed down and forced himself to calm down.

"I am really impulsive, but this is the only way I can think of. Gotham's police, prosecutors, lawyers, and court presidents are all his people. The law is no longer useful, and it can only be solved by methods other than the law. ."

　　 "Then have you ever thought about the consequences of sending these things out."

　　 Bruce pulled out a smile forcefully, as if it were squeezed out by a punching machine,

　　 "I have thought about it, and I am fully prepared for it."