area51novel Chapter 29 Who would do such a thing?
Chapter 29 Who would do such a thing?
"I know."
Gordon understood what Brock meant, "But I think Batman is someone I can trust, Brock."
He looked at Batman. "You heard our conversation, didn't you? Arkham is connected to the missing persons cases of the past few days, and tracing back further, there are quite a few missing persons cases pointing to that area."
"In this industry chain, besides the asylum director and gangsters, there are also some people in the police department with vested interests. Marshall, who was previously hospitalized, was a member of this chain."
"The police chief may have received bribes, or he may be involved in something; in any case, we can't investigate him in an official capacity."
Gordon sighed. "I wish you could help, but it's dangerous there, and I'm not sure if you can manage on your own."
Batman nodded, lowering his voice.
"I am Batman."
Gordon wanted to say something more, but Brock grabbed his shoulder and turned his head.
"You really intend to cooperate with this guy?"
Brock had never dealt with Batman, so he couldn't trust him like Gordon did. To be honest, he couldn't even fully trust Gordon.
I don't mean to doubt Gordon's character; Brock is simply questioning his abilities.
Brock turned around, about to speak to Batman, when he realized that the figure that had just been in front of him had vanished without a trace.
"No, where is he?"
Brock spread his hands in frustration at Gordon. "He's gone in the blink of an eye?"
"Batman, huh?" Gordon shrugged as well. "Just like a bat, he appears and disappears without a trace."
Brock was puzzled, then suddenly discovered another problem.
"By the way, how did he know you hadn't left work yet? Did he put a security camera on you?"
"How could that be?" Gordon chuckled. "Nobody would do something like that."
Gordon and Harvey's conversation stopped as they separated, leaving only faint footsteps in the bugging device, followed by the sound of a car engine starting.
Alfred, who listened to the whole thing through his headset, was quite exasperated. "Excuse my bluntness, sir, but this is not how you treat a friend."
Batman started the car's engine. "...This is a backup plan."
Although he was a newcomer, Bruce Wayne had clearly grasped the essence of becoming Batman.
However, in most people's eyes, such behavior is not friendly and will make Alfred reflect on whether there is something wrong with his education.
After reflecting on it, Alfred became convinced that the young master had gone astray outside.
Jung Eun, who successfully shifted the blame, was unaware that the matter had been outsourced layer by layer and ultimately ended up in the hands of Batman in this world.
He slept soundly, and even the discovery of dried bloodstains resembling ink splattered under the sofa in the morning didn't dampen his good mood for the day.
It's just a little blood, no big deal.
Zheng En put the cushions back on the sofa, pretending not to know anything.
In this godforsaken place in the East District, you could dig up countless bones with a single shovel. Someone died in an apartment building? That's perfectly normal.
Zheng En ate his cereal while claiming his reward, his finger hovering in the air as he clicked on the option to claim the reward on the panel.
Although the system had delegated permissions to Batman, the interface remained the same as before, responsible for issuing missions and calculating rewards. For Zheng En, it was no different from a mobile game.
[Mission: Perhaps a tiny ray of light]
Status: Completed
You have successfully delivered the documents to the right people, James Gordon and Harvey Block, and you trust that they will not let you down.
Gotham may be seen as a crime capital by outsiders, but it is never short of opportunities.
Just as light and shadow are inseparable, darkness and justice are inseparable. No one is purely good, nor is anyone purely evil.
If possible, most people would still hope that this city could be better, and even better.
[Task Reward: Settled]
[Ten thousand US dollars, a distorted screaming mask, 10 simulation points, introductory reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance skills, and basic melee combat skills]
After receiving the reward, the amount of US dollars and points in Zheng En's backpack increased rapidly. He then checked the other items. After eliminating the white cards that were practically useless, he found the reward he had just received, as well as the items he had obtained through card draws or missions.
[Ventriloquism, Arnold's Friendship (and Fear?), Save Point x1, Penetrating Telescope, Gun Skill Introduction, Fusion Modification Attempt x1, Bamboo Copter x1, New Bucky's Original Body x1]
Although I've only been in this world for a few days, I've already gained a lot.
Zheng En thought for a moment, then moved the [Elder's Height-Increasing Pill x1], [Broken Bat Dart x1], and [Clown's Red Nose x2] forward.
I have a feeling that quite a few people would want these things, such as certain individuals with unusual physiques who are obsessed with their height, including but not limited to the Penguin, the Mad Hatter, etc.
Some individuals, whose obsession with Batman rivals that of Stokes, include, but are not limited to, outstanding Arkham graduates…
Some of the clown's victims, who constantly refer to him as "Little Pudding" or "Mr. J," include, but are not limited to, Harley Quinn, and others...
Thinking about it this way, there's no such thing as useless stuff in the world; it's just that we haven't encountered anyone who values it.
After finishing breakfast, Zheng En contacted the agent recommended by Jason.
Upon hearing that he was available immediately, the other party promptly arranged a meeting place without any hesitation. They hung up the phone as soon as they finished speaking, acting very efficiently.
Now Jung Eun knew where Jason's efficiency came from.
East District speed, kid!
After taking a taxi to the designated location, Zheng En met with a young man who looked like a scoundrel. He was wearing an ill-fitting suit and a tie, and seemed more like a human trafficker than an intermediary, someone who would drag people directly to a shady factory to sell organs.
He made the appointment at a restaurant that was neither too big nor too small, and reserved a private room.
The other party seemed to be very busy. When Zheng Engang entered, he was greeted by a burly man with most of his body covered in tattoos walking out of the private room.
Upon seeing Zheng En enter, the other party very attentively brewed tea for him.
"Let me see, Jean, a Chinese, a university graduate, with a good level of education."
The agent flipped through his notebook, which contained information he had gleaned from their brief conversation over the phone: "No work experience, looking for an easy and relaxed job..."
He looked up at Zheng En and, seeing the other's indifferent attitude, clicked his tongue.
Having met many people, he could tell at a glance that the other party wasn't in a hurry for this matter, and was probably just another young master from Chinatown who had been sent out by his family to find work.
There was no information provided regarding gun ownership, nor any record of shooting.
The real estate agents operate in a gray area, and their customers mainly come from the old city of Gotham and the surrounding areas with relatively underdeveloped economies.
Judging from Zheng En's appearance, he assumed that the other party came from a relatively good area and was not someone who was easy to serve.
Turning the page, I saw the other person's current address.
"East District?"
He raised his voice in surprise, "If you live in the East End long-term, this won't be a problem."