The Richest Man in the DC World

Chapter 41 Sidney's End

Black Lamborghini!

White lightning!

Twenty-eight charred corpses!

The three pieces of information are linked together to form a cloud of terror.

There was only one thought in Sidney's mind, run, run as fast as possible, as far as possible, as Falcone's cronies, he was one of the few people who knew the truth of that night.

The owner of the black Lamborghini is not Batman, but a stranger who has never met. This person is ruthless and merciless. Twenty-eight corpses are the best testimony.

"How did you meet him!"

Sidney gritted his teeth, stomped on the accelerator, and the BMW roared like a beast as it galloped down the street at more than a hundred and forty yards.

It was not late at night, and there were many vehicles on the road.

Sidney's heart was almost in his throat as he watched the headlights swipe backwards, he had never driven so fast.

Luke in the back also frowned. Sidney controls the economic context of the Falcone family.

no! Must catch him alive!

After turning several intersections in a row, the Lamborghini disappeared from the rearview mirror.

Sidney breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not release the accelerator. He 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, whether it was Batman or the owner of Lamborghini, he would take himself. no way.

Soon, the airport arrived.

Sidney hurriedly got out of the car, and while dragging his luggage, he called the driver to get him ready to take off.

At this moment, a rapid whistling sounded in his ears.

boom!

The BMW was knocked out by the car coming from behind, Sidney couldn't dodge, his right shoulder was scratched by the door, and he rolled on the ground several times, before it stopped until it hit the steps.

The pain came from all over the body, the right arm was dislocated, the ribs were broken, and Sidney opened his mouth and let out a silent wailing, he felt like he was going to die.

"Hey! Sir, are you okay, do you want to take you to the hospital?"

A familiar and unfamiliar voice came, Sidney turned around, and when he saw the too young face, his cheeks couldn't stop twitching.

"Lu... Luke Xiao!"

"It's me, I didn't expect it to meet here."

While talking, Luke searched his body to make sure he was free of any weapons, and then dragged the old man's trouser legs back.

"My greatest strength is honesty, therefore, I especially hate those who say nothing, Mr. Sidney, you are a Jew, how can a Jew not be honest, say $300 million, only give $3000 Wan, there is still 270 million left, and if the money is not given, how can people leave, do you think so?"

"Don't worry, I am a kind person. I have never 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. When he accidentally caught a glimpse of the black Lamborghini parked on the side of the road, his eyes were gray.

Why?

Why did God do this to me.

...

The clock struck twelve consecutive times.

Midnight came, and the uneasy young master had not come back.

Alfred sat in the underground base full of weapons and equipment, his face full of worry.

Staying up late is the worst option for an elderly man, but he can't help it. He must sit here tonight until Bruce Wayne returns.

Time passed slowly in the ticking sound, and the old man quietly closed his eyelids.

In the room lit by the headlights, an old man with gray hair was sitting on a chair, holding a porcelain cup without coffee in his hand, his eyes were closed, and sometimes a slit was opened, as if struggling with sleepiness.

This is what Bruce saw when he came back.

Inexplicably, a warm current flowed from the bottom of my heart, and even the anger was much calmer. He picked up the thin blanket and gently covered the old man, and then crept to the table, took out the folders, and browsed them one by one. .

"Don't tell me when you come back."

"Go and rest, it's enough to have me here."

Alfred shook his head, poured a cup of hot coffee and put it on the table, picked up the documents on it, read them, and picked up a few more.

"Drugs, arms, black money!"

"Extortion, extortion, murder!"

"Bribery, bribery, improper business operation!"

Alfred rubbed his eyebrows, "Master Wayne, can you tell me where these documents came from?"

"In Domick Sidney's study." Bruce said without looking back, integrating the information from the document into the computer.

The old man exclaimed,

"What a terrible Falcone family, almost dancing with the dark."

"What are you going to do next?"

Bruce stopped, stared blankly ahead, and said after a while,

"I'm going to make three copies of these documents and send them to the Federal Court, the White House, and the FBI." After speaking, he raised his head and looked at the old man, "What do you think?"

Alfred was silent.

Bruce laughed at himself, "You don't think it's inappropriate, don't you? This document involves not only Gotham executives, but also politicians and White House executives from both parties, including the FBI."

"It's a huge net of power, so intertwined, one link after another, that no one has the courage to fish it up because it's so big that it's already connected to the waters."

Alfred shrugged, half-jokingly, "Maybe you should put it on the bedside of the President of the United States."

Bruce replied mercilessly, "Then it'll be toilet paper in a second."

The air immediately became awkward.

Alfred originally wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this.

"Master Wayne, don't get carried away by anger."

"I'm not angry, I'm sober now, my mind is sharp, my mind is clear."

Alfred said silently, "There are many criminals in Gotham City, but there are more good citizens, and they all have their own lives."

Bruce sneered, "Yeah! A life blinded! A life manipulated! A life dominated by crime and fear."

Alfred was speechless. He instinctively felt that doing this was bad and would cause terrible things. "I think you should lie 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: "..."

Well, you are calm.

Perhaps realizing something, Bruce calmed down and forced himself to calm down.

"I do have some impulses, but this is the only way I can think of. Gotham's police, prosecutors, lawyers, and the president of the court are all his people. The law is useless, and it can only be solved through methods other than the law. ."

"Then have you ever thought about the consequences of sending these things out?"

Bruce pulled out a smile forcefully, as if squeezed out by a punching machine,

"I thought about it and prepared everything for it."

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