There was nothing behind him, no one.
Sidney frowned, feeling strange, and looked back again.
A huge shadow appeared at the window, with a pitch-black cloak covering its body, even attracting the moonlight. Its two horns protruded high, like a demon from the abyss.
"Batman!"
Sidney was shocked and wanted to run away subconsciously.
The shadow attacked, and then there was a pain deep in his bones. Sidney hunched over and was about to shout for help when suddenly a pitch-black fist appeared before his eyes. The fist surface quickly enlarged.
Bang!
There was a violent collision.
Sidney flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. His nose was sore and his head felt like it was about to explode.
Bruce grabbed his collar and jumped out of the window. He pulled out his grappling gun in mid-air and hit the upper sculpture. The rope straightened and pulled the two men up.
After reaching the roof, Bruce raised his hands and slammed Sidney to the concrete floor, holding his neck with his left hand and punching his chest, stomach, abdomen and other parts quickly with his right fist.
Punch after punch, like hitting a sandbag, each punch sank into the flesh.
Sidney opened his mouth in pain and grabbed the hand stuck in his throat with both hands, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry it open. The hand was as strong as a steel claw. He let out a suppressed roar, with desperate pleading in his eyes.
Stop hitting me, I will die, please!
Perhaps he heard his inner voice, Bruce stopped, pulled his collar and pulled him forward, letting him see his eyes filled with anger.
"Dominic Sidney?"
Sidney nodded tremblingly, tears and snot streaming down his face.
"I'm not a criminal, I'm a businessman. I haven't broken any law. Please, spare me."
Bruce stared into his eyes and said word by word,
"Martin Jesse, the current mayor of Gotham City, transferred $360,000 at 10:30 AM on March 2, 2001; $1.03 million at 4 PM on May 7, 2002; and $2.76 million at 1 PM on April 9, 2003."
Sidney's pupils shrank slightly, and a trace of horror flashed across his eyes. How could he know these things? Who leaked them?
Bruce continued, "Killian B. Robb, Commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department, transferred $2.4 million on July 3, 1996, $3 million on Christmas Day, 1996, $960,000 on May 8, 1998, and $4.8 million on Thanksgiving Day, 2002. Also, Toque Martial, Brut Dean, Fisk J. Clay, and Lyndell John..."
With each name he mentioned, the despair in Sidney's eyes deepened. He shook his head frantically.
"It wasn't me. I don't know who they are. I don't know them at all. Believe me, believe me."
"You still want to deny it."
Bruce was furious and grabbed his collar and threw him downstairs.
The body drew a parabola and fell from the roof of the thirteen-story building.
Sidney's eyes widened, and he was completely stunned. He never dreamed that one day he would fall to his death. The night wind whistled past his ears, and that was the cry of death.
Sidney was in despair, flailing his arms and legs like a drowning man.
"No, please, save me."
"No!"
Bang!
When I landed on the ninth floor, I felt a huge pulling force on my ankles. The powerful force pulled my body upwards and all the way to the top floor.
His body was hung upside down in the air by a rope, swaying left and right in the night wind.
Sidney gasped for breath. Only those who had experienced it knew the feeling of escaping from a desperate situation. He had experienced it once and never wanted to experience it again.
Bruce pulled him in front of him and asked word by word,
"Where are the central bank's internal accounts? Tell me."
"I…I…I…"
Sidney trembled,
I don't know if it was because of the cold or because of fear, but when I saw that the other party was about to let go, I hurriedly said,
"It's in the safe in the study."
"What's the password?"
"9…9…9,99347!"
After saying the last word, Sidney was completely exhausted, and there was a hint of death on his face.
Bruce snorted coldly, jumped into the air, his black cloak stretched straight, and slid to the window like a nightingale.
Find the safe and enter the code.
In addition to cash and jewelry, there were several thick folders inside.
Bruce took out a document and quickly flipped through it. The document recorded the black market trade conducted by the Central Bank over the years, mainly underground money laundering, arms trafficking, and drug dealing. The income and expenditure, time, place, and personnel were all included.
After a quick look, Bruce picked up the second copy.
This document records the business activities of the central bank, and several pages describe the various coercive measures used to force competitors to submit, as well as the necessary financial expenditures when carrying out these coercive measures.
Bruce gritted his teeth, put the document away, and picked up the third one.
This was what he was looking for: the internal account of the Central Bank, a list of bribers, including their names, positions, bank account numbers, time and location of the bribes, and expense bills. There was a summary and Falcone's signature at the bottom of each page.
Martin Jesse, Killian B. Robb, Tokwe Martial, Brut Dean, Fisk J. Clay…
All the big names in Gotham City are there, as well as some who shouldn't be there.
Bruce's right hand began to tremble as he held the document.
At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door.
"Master, the bath water is ready."
Bruce suddenly woke up, picked up all the documents, and rushed out the window like a night owl.
Outside the study, the maid Connie looked puzzled. The master paid great attention to his rest time and would leave the study and go to the bedroom before ten o'clock. What happened today?
"Master, do you want to wash up?"
After a while, there was still no response.
Connie felt something was wrong, thought about it, and whispered,
"I'm going in."
As he spoke, he turned the handle, pushed the door open and walked into the study. Sidney stood at the window, motionless, as if thinking about something.
Connie laughed and said, "You're in the study!"
Sidney hummed.
"Notify the butler and have him prepare the car. I need to go out for a while."
"knew."
Connie nodded. Although she was surprised by the master's behavior tonight, she didn't ask any questions. She put down the tea and left.
At 10:30 in the evening, Sidney, dressed very formally, drove out of the villa and headed north along Central Avenue. There was no one else in the car, only a large box full of things.
The night in Gotham City was cold, and he felt his heart was even colder.
Thirteen years!
All the hard work of thirteen years was gone.
"Batman!"
Sidney gritted his teeth, wishing he could bite off his flesh.
The documents in the safe concern the fate of the Falcone family, but now they fall into the hands of Batman. Once Falcone knows about this, he will never let him go.
After working together for more than ten years, Sidney knows each other very well.
There is only one way left, and that is to escape. Run as far away as possible before the matter is exposed. It is best to find a deserted place to hide and observe how things develop.
If Falcone wins, he will hide in Europe and never come back; if Batman wins, he will change his name and face and return to Gotham City, and he will definitely be able to make a comeback with the resources in his hands.
"Just wait, rotten bat, I will double back the humiliation you inflicted on me."
Sidney gritted his teeth and said something, but when he turned a corner, he almost hit a black Lamborghini accidentally.
"FUCK YOU! Do you know how to drive? I'll kill you."
Sidney raised his middle finger and cursed loudly, but after he finished cursing, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Lamborghini!
black!
His mouth opened wide, and endless fear flashed in his eyes.