The Richest Man in the DC World

There was nothing behind him, no one was there.

Sidney frowned, feeling strange, and looked back again.

A huge shadow appeared at the window, the dark cloak blocked the body, and even the moonlight was attracted to it, and the two head horns were raised high, like an abyss demon.

"Batman!"

Sidney was startled, and subconsciously ran away.

A black shadow came, followed by a sore spot that went deep into the bone marrow. Sidney stooped and was about to shout for help when a dark fist suddenly appeared in front of him, and the fist surface quickly enlarged.

boom!

A violent crash came.

Sidney volleyed upside down and hit the ground heavily, his nose was sore and his head was about to explode.

Bruce grabbed his collar, jumped down from the window, took out a hook gun in mid-air, hit the upper sculpture, the rope was stretched, and the two flew up.

After reaching the top of the building, Bruce raised his hand and smashed Sidney on the concrete floor, clasped his neck with his left hand, and made a fist with his right hand to hit his chest, stomach, abdomen and other parts quickly.

Punch after punch, like punching a sandbag, each punch sinks into the flesh.

Sidney opened his mouth wide in pain, and grabbed the hand stuck at the throat with both hands, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break it open. The hand was as strong as a steel claw, and he let out a suppressed roar, with desperate pleading in his eyes.

Stop fighting, I'm going to die, please!

Perhaps hearing his heart, Bruce stopped, pulled his collar and pulled forward, so that he could see his angry eyes,

"Domic Sidney?"

Sidney nodded tremblingly, tears and snot flowing out,

"I'm not a criminal, I'm a businessman, I didn't break the law, please, get around me."

Bruce stared into his eyes and said word by word,

"Martin Jesse, current mayor of Gotham, $360,000 on March 2, 2001, 10:30 a.m.; $1.03 million on May 7, 2002, 4 p.m., April 2003 At 1 pm on the 9th, the transfer was 2.76 million."

Sidney's pupils shrank slightly, and there was a flash of horror, how could he know these things, who leaked them out,

Bruce continued, "Killian B. Robb, Gotham City Police Chief, July 3, 1996, transfer 2.4 million, Christmas 1996, transfer 3 million, May 8, 1998, transfer 960,000 , 2002 Thanksgiving, transfer 4.8 million, and Torquay Martial, Brut Dean, Fisk J. Clay, Lindell John..."

With each name, the despair in Sidney's eyes deepened, and he shook his head frantically.

"I didn't do it, I don't know who they are, I don't know them at all, trust me, trust me."

"I still want to deny it."

Bruce got angry, grabbed his collar and threw it downstairs.

The body crossed a parabola and fell from the roof of the thirteen-story building.

Sidney's eyes widened, and the whole person was stunned. He never dreamed that he would fall from a building and die one day in the future. The night wind whistled in his ears, it was the cry of death,

Sidney was in despair, waving his hands and feet wildly, struggling like a drowning man.

"No, please, save me."

"No!"

boom!

When it fell to the ninth floor, there was a huge pulling force from the ankle, and the strong force dragged the body up and flew up to the top floor.

The body was hung upside down in mid-air by ropes, swaying from side to side in the night wind.

Sidney gasped for breath. Only those who had experienced it would know what it was like to survive. He had experienced it once and never wanted to experience it again.

Bruce dragged him to him and asked word by word,

"Where is the central bank's internal account? Tell me."

"I...I...I..."

Sidney shivered,

I don't know if it's cold or frightened. Seeing that the other party is about to let go again, he hurriedly said,

"It's in the safe in the study."

"What is the password?"

"9...9...9, 99347!"

After saying the last word, Sidney collapsed, and there was a hint of death on his face.

Bruce snorted coldly and jumped into the air, his black cloak stretched straight and slid to the window like a nightingale.

Find the safe and enter the password.

In addition to cash and jewelry, there are several stacks of thick folders.

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 three major items: underground banks, arms sales, and drug transactions. There is no shortage of accounts, time, place, and personnel.

After a brief look, Bruce picked up the second copy,

The document records the commercial activities of the central bank, and several pages describe the various coercive methods used to bring competitors into submission, and the necessary property expenditures to carry out the coercive methods.

Bruce gritted his teeth, put away the papers, and picked up a third copy.

This is what he is looking for, the central bank's internal account, the list of bribes, the name, position, bank account number, time of the bribe, where it happened, and the expense bill, etc. There are summaries at the bottom of each page, as well as Falcone. My signature.

Martin Jesse, Cillian B. Robb, Torquay Martial, Brut Dean, Fisk J. Clay…

Gotham City's big names are all on it, plus some who shouldn't be there.

Bruce grabbed the document and his right hand trembled.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.

"Master, the bath water is ready."

Bruce woke up suddenly, picked up all the papers, and rushed out the window like a night cat.

Outside the study, the maid Connie looked puzzled. The master paid great attention to the rest time. He 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 in."

Saying that, he twisted the handle, pushed the door and walked into the study. Sidney stood at the window, motionless, as if thinking about something.

Connie smiled, "You're in the study!"

Sidney hummed,

"Notify the housekeeper and ask him to prepare the vehicle. I'm going out."

"understood."

Connie nodded. Although she was very surprised at the behavior of the master tonight, she didn't ask anything, put down the tea and left.

At 10:30 in the evening, Sidney, who was very well dressed, drove away from the villa and drove north along Central Avenue. There was no one else in the car, only a large suitcase full of things.

It was cold at night in Gotham City, and he felt his heart colder.

Thirteen years!

Thirteen years of hard work are all gone.

"Batman!"

Sidney gritted his teeth, wanting to bite off the flesh from him.

The documents in the safe are related to the fate of the Falcone family, but now they are in the hands of Batman. Once Falcone knows about this, he will never let him go.

After working together for more than ten years, Sidney knew each other too well.

There is only one way left, and that is to escape. Before the matter is exposed, run as far as possible. It is best to find a place where no one is there to hide and observe the subsequent development of the matter.

If Falcone wins, he will hide in Europe and never come back; if Batman wins, he will return to Gotham City with a different name and face. With the resources in his hand, he will definitely be able to make a comeback.

"Wait, rotten bat, I will repay the humiliation you inflicted on me."

Sidney gritted his teeth, and when he turned a corner, he accidentally nearly hit a black Lamborghini.

"FUCK YOU! Can you drive! Fuck you."

Sidney raised his middle finger and cursed loudly. After he finished, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Lamborghini!

black!

He opened his mouth wide, and endless fear flashed in his eyes.