There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

Chapter 47 Murder and Robbery

"Does Wayne Group have any other goods? If it's convenient, show me around."

Qin Wei did not make a direct offer. Having grown up shopping for groceries with his mother, he was well-versed in the bargaining principle of "adding a scallion" – as long as you don't let the vegetable vendor lose money, they are often happy to do you a favor by adding a scallion or a clove of garlic.

Victor led him to a container deep inside the dock. Like the one carrying the Batmobile, the container was covered in a thick layer of dust.

Victor sneezed several times, dusted himself off, and inserted the key into the rusty lock.

Turning the key, the rusty metal pieces inside the keyhole rubbed against each other, producing a heartbreaking creaking sound.

The observant Qin Wei noticed a clear handprint on the handle of the container door, which meant that someone had recently opened the box.

"Who else has bought anything from inside?"

Victor was taken aback when he heard this, but then he smiled when he saw the handprint on the armrest.

"You're so thoughtful, it happened just a couple of days ago. But we have to keep it confidential for each customer, so I'm sorry I can't tell you."

"Really? You wouldn't utter a single word even if you died?" Qin Wei's tone turned cold.

He lowered his head slightly, burying his eyes in shadow, leaving only his two pupils staring intently at Victor, as if trying to pierce through the other's soul. His already tall stature made this movement all the more imposing.

Viktor shrugged, but his tone remained unyielding.

"Yes, even if it means my death! This is a businessman's bottom line!"

"Relax, I was just kidding!" Qin Wei smiled and patted the other person's shoulder.

He didn't want to know any secrets; he just wanted to test how tight-lipped the other party was. After all, he was going to pull off a big heist soon, and the Batmobile would most likely make an appearance. Such an eye-catching thing would be easy for anyone to trace its origins, and if Victor wasn't tight-lipped, Qin Wei would be at risk of being exposed.

However, it seems that Victor is still trustworthy.

As Victor opened the door, he turned on the halogen bulb on the top of the box, and the equipment in the room immediately piqued Qin Wei's interest.

Aside from the somewhat rudimentary equipment, this place is practically like a secret room in a movie where secret agents store their gear. There are several oddly shaped guns hanging on the wall, more than a dozen suitcases on the table, and a bunch of mannequins in the corner all wearing full-body bulletproof vests.

But the most eye-catching thing was the belt on the table.

It was exactly the same as the belt from the fake bat he had seized.

"You have a good eye! This is a multi-functional belt specially developed by Wayne Enterprises for special forces, especially this feature!" Victor grabbed a belt and showed Qin Wei the small button on the side.

"Just press it to launch the grappling hook, press it again to secure it, and press it one last time to retract it. A 300-foot (about 90m) rope with a pulling force of 3000 pounds (about 1.3t) can silently carry a person to a high place."

"Would you like to try it?"

Qin Wei glanced at his left hand; his palm was still burning with pain after being pierced by the grappling hook.

"No need, I already experienced it last night."

"what?"

"It's nothing, just tell me about this bulletproof vest." Qin Wei walked to the mannequin.

"Wow! This bulletproof vest is something else! It's a close-fitting, lightweight type, with a high-strength carbon fiber three-ply woven material on the outer layer and a Kevlar and titanium composite material on the inner layer. It also has additional lightweight armor plates on the shoulders and abdomen. It's strong enough to withstand knife cuts and small-caliber firearms."

"And look at this bulletproof helmet, made of Kevlar and Normans aerospace polymer materials..."

Qin Wei rubbed his temples. He already had a slight concussion, and after listening to all that rambling, his head hurt even more.

"Stop! I don't understand any of that technical jargon. Just ask me directly: how much does that vehicle and this box of equipment cost?"

4600.

Victor made a decisive offer, and Qin Wei was equally shrewd in negotiating the price.

"500 million, plus my Ferrari GT."

Victor did the math and frowned. Even a brand new Ferrari GT was only worth 1500 million, and a used one in good condition would be worth even less. In total, it was less than 2000 million. He had lost quite a bit.

"That's too little, 4000 million, that's the lowest price."

"750 million, plus a Ferrari."

"3500 million is the absolute minimum!"

"Eight million plus a Ferrari." Qin Wei pulled out his phone and showed his entire bank account balance. "Look, I only have eight million in liquid funds. Just say the word, whether it's okay or not."

Victor fell silent.

He had no idea that Qin Wei would receive more than 6000 million yuan in the next few days; he only knew that if he missed this client, these equipment would probably just sit there collecting dust for the rest of their lives.

With the idea that being stuck with something would be a huge loss, while selling it could recoup some losses, Victor gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"make a deal!"

……

After filling in the delivery address, Qin Wei handed the Ferrari keys to Victor. Since there was such a big port here, he wasn't worried that the other party would run away with the money.

Reus called as soon as I stepped out of the container.

"nailed it!"

"All done? Did you find out where they're going?"

"A bunch of beggars wouldn't know anything about this stuff. I mean, if we get a few clothes, we can wear them and blend in, then we'll know where they're headed, right?"

It's a bit risky, but it's worth considering.

Qin Wei rushed back, just in time to find that the other side of the cargo was almost unloaded.

He and Royce changed into smelly beggar clothes, pretended to carry a few boxes, and then entered the carriage with the other beggars.

The vehicle started up and drove away from the port, fully loaded with dangerous goods.

A dozen or so beggars, blindfolded, sat on boxes in the carriage, swaying back and forth with the vehicle's bumps. Fortunately, they were all randomly recruited from the lower districts and didn't know each other; otherwise, a suspicious individual like Qin Wei, tall and strong, wearing ill-fitting clothes, would have had his hood removed and been thrown off the train long ago.

Once inside the carriage, Qin Wei realized that the amount of weaponry on board was extraordinary. There were several large crates nearby, stacked up to be almost as tall as a person. He removed a rivet, lifted the lid, and peeked into the corner; it was completely filled with shotguns.

With so much weaponry, robbing a bank wouldn't be a problem, and they could even storm the city hall.

Their goal doesn't seem to be a simple bank robbery; what exactly is the Joker gang plotting?

It seems we can only get through this phase first and then look for answers in the comics.

Royce, standing beside him, had already begun to act. In front of more than a dozen beggars, he pried open the box, handed a pistol to Qin Wei, and then rummaged around to gather some ammunition.

"What...what are you doing?"

Finally, someone mustered up the courage to ask a question. Qin Wei looked up and saw that the beggars had all shrunk into the corner.

"Don't worry, everyone. I'm Prosecutor Harvey Dent, here for a murder case..." Finding Harvey's clothes very comfortable, Royce seemed to get a little addicted, and his fabricated story completely fooled the beggars.

"In short, they will kill us to silence us as soon as the car stops, but don't be too nervous. You run out, and we will draw their fire from behind."

The beggars, without a doubt, nodded vigorously.

Having taken care of everything, Royce secretly gave Qin Wei a thumbs up.

Is this the charm of a reliable middle-aged man? Qin Wei suddenly felt that the most profitable thing on this trip was recruiting Royce to his team.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, the truck finally slowed down. The bustling noise of Gotham City was gone from the truck bed, replaced by the chirping of insects. It seemed that the truck had indeed taken them to the outskirts of the city.

The Jokers' base couldn't possibly be in some remote, desolate place; the purpose of bringing this whole truckload of people here is obvious.

Reuss's wild speculation is quietly becoming a reality.

Someone really wanted to kill him to silence him.

Qin Wei heard a series of dense footsteps outside the carriage, probably a dozen or so people.

Immediately afterwards, the group moved around to the very back of the carriage.

Click!

After a crisp click of the lock opening, the carriage door was pulled open a crack.

……

Meanwhile, Oswald also received an uninvited guest.

Inside the ward, nurse Groscia had a dagger pressed against her throat, while at Oswald's bedside, Maroni was wiping his cane with a handkerchief.

"Mr. Oswald, there's something I want to hear from you."

Maroni, who has many enemies, is naturally cautious and rarely comes out of his own hands. This time, however, the question he asked must be of great importance.

"I want to know how your good friend Wei communicated with Falcone, what code he used, and whether there were any restrictions."

Maroni flicked the handkerchief and slowly slipped it back into his vest pocket.

"I advise you to answer this question carefully, because afterwards I will take you back to the manor and cut off all your contact with the outside world. After that, I will ask your friend for confirmation, and if your answers do not match, you will both die."

"Therefore, I advise you to answer truthfully."