Black Lamborghini!
White lightning!
Twenty-eight charred corpses!
The three pieces of information connected together formed a terrifying cloud.
Sidney had only one thought in his mind, run, the faster the better, the farther the better. As Falcone's confidant, he was one of the few people who knew the truth of that night.
The owner of the black Lamborghini was not Batman, but a stranger he had never met. This person was ruthless and merciless, and the twenty-eight corpses were the best testimony to this.
"How could I meet him?"
Sidney gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator. The BMW roared like a beast and sped along the street at a speed of over 140 yards per hour.
It was not yet late at night and there were many vehicles on the road.
Watching the headlights of one car after another passing by, Sidney's heart almost rose to his throat. He had never driven so fast before.
Luke behind him also frowned. Sidney controlled the financial resources of the Falcone family and was a big fat fish that was hard to find in the world. If he died in a car accident, who would he turn to for justice?
No! We must capture him alive!
After turning several intersections, the Lamborghini disappeared from the rearview mirror.
Sidney breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't let go of the accelerator and drove towards the airport at a very high speed. His private plane was parked at the airport. As long as he got on the plane, neither Batman nor the owner of the Lamborghini could do anything to him.
Soon, we arrived at the airport.
Sidney hurriedly got out of the car, dragging his luggage while calling the driver to prepare for takeoff.
At this moment, a rapid whistling sounded in my ears.
Bang!
The BMW was hit by a vehicle coming from behind and flew out. Sidney couldn't dodge in time and his right shoulder was scratched by the car door. He rolled several times on the ground until he hit the steps and stopped.
Severe pain came from all over his body. His right arm was dislocated and several ribs were broken. Sidney opened his mouth and let out a silent howl. He felt like he was going to die.
"Hey! Sir, are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"
A familiar yet strange voice came, and Sidney forced himself to turn around. When he saw that too young face, his cheeks couldn't stop twitching.
"Lu...Luke Xiao!"
"It's me. I didn't expect that we would meet here."
As Luke spoke, he searched the old man and, after making sure he had no weapons, pulled him back by his trouser leg.
"My greatest strength is honesty. Therefore, I particularly hate those who don't keep their promises. Mr. Sidney, you are Jewish. How can a Jew be dishonest? You agreed on $300 million, but you only gave me $30 million. You're still short of $270 million. How can you leave without paying me? Don't you agree?"
"Don't worry, I'm a kind person. I've never even killed a chicken since I was a child. As long as you give me money, we can discuss everything."
Sidney opened his mouth and wanted to beg for mercy, but when he accidentally glanced at the black Lamborghini parked on the side of the road, his eyes went gray.
Why?
Why does God do this to me.
…
The clock struck twelve times in succession.
Midnight has arrived, and the troublesome young master has not returned yet.
Alfred sat in the underground base filled with weapons and equipment, his face full of worry.
For an elderly man, staying up late is the worst choice, but he has no choice but to sit here tonight until Bruce Wayne comes back.
Time passed slowly with the sound of ticking, and the old man quietly closed his eyes.
In the room illuminated by the headlights, a gray-haired old man sat on a chair, holding a porcelain cup without coffee in his hand. His eyes were closed, and occasionally opened a little, as if he was fighting sleepiness.
This was the scene Bruce saw when he came back.
Inexplicably, a warm current flowed through my heart, and even my furious mood calmed down a lot. I picked up the thin blanket and gently covered the old man with it, then tiptoed to the table, took out the folder, and looked through it one by one.
"You didn't even tell me you were back."
"You go and rest, I'm enough here."
Alfred shook his head, poured a cup of hot coffee on the table, picked up the document on it, read it, and picked up a few more.
"Drugs, arms, dirty money!"
"Blackmail, extortion, murder!"
"Bribery, bribery, and unfair business practices!"
Alfred rubbed his brow, "Master Wayne, can you tell me where these documents came from?"
"In Dominic Sidney's study." Bruce integrated the information on the file into the computer and said without turning his head.
The old man sighed,
"What a terrifying Falcone family, practically dancing with darkness."
"What are you going to do next?"
Bruce stopped and stared ahead for a while before saying,
"I'm going to make three copies of these documents and send them to the federal court, the White House, and the FBI." He looked up at the old man and asked, "What do you think?"
Alfred remained silent.
Bruce laughed self-deprecatingly. "You also think it's inappropriate, right? This document not only involves Gotham's top brass, but also politicians from both parties, White House executives, and the FBI."
"It's a giant web of power, tangled and intertwined, one ring within another. No one has the courage to pull it out because it's too big and has already connected to the water."
Alfred shrugged and said, half-jokingly, "Maybe you should put it by the bed of the President of the United States."
Bruce responded mercilessly, "And then you'll be toilet paper the next second."
The atmosphere immediately became awkward.
Alfred originally wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this. Seeing the documents being entered into the computer, he couldn't help but advise,
"Master Wayne, don't let your anger get the better of you."
"I'm not angry, I'm awake, my mind is sharp and my head is clear."
Alfred was silent. "There are many criminals in Gotham City, but there are even more kind citizens. They all have their own lives."
Bruce scoffed, "Yes! A life of deception! A life of manipulation! A life dominated by crime and fear."
Alfred opened his mouth but was speechless. He instinctively felt that this was not a good idea and would lead to terrible things. "I think you should lie down in bed and sleep, and then think about what to do."
Bruce turned his head, revealing bloodshot eyes.
"You think I'm not calm enough now?"
Alfred: "…"
Okay, you're calm.
Perhaps realizing something, Bruce calmed down and forced himself to calm down.
"I did feel a little impulsive, but this is the only solution I can think of. Gotham's police, prosecutors, lawyers, and court president are all his people. The law is no longer effective. The only solution is to use extra-legal methods."
"Have you ever thought about the consequences of sending these things out?"
Bruce forced a smile, as if it had been squeezed out by a punch press.
"I thought about it and I'm fully prepared for it."