"Are there any pictures of her assistant?"

"Yes. I put together a portrait based on the prison guard's description, and then found more information after searching."

With that said, Alfred showed Hong Fei's photo.

There are ID photos and photos of him patrolling the streets in police uniform.

Bruce frowned.

Alfred continued: "Master, he is from Gotham."

"migrant?"

"Yes, he has lived in Gotham City since he was a child. After his parents were unfortunately killed, he became taciturn and had little social interaction in daily life. The only few friends he had were also killed in a car accident. Then I couldn't find anyone to follow him.

The person he has connections with is a graduate student in psychology who joined the New York City Police Department about a month ago and is now a trainee police officer with the Queens Police Department."

Bruce paused and asked, "How did his parents die?"

"After witnessing some gang transactions, he was silenced."

Bruce clenched his arms slightly.

Alfred obviously didn't want to pause on this matter for too long, so he turned to say: "Master, I think there is a piece of information that may be of interest to you."

"Say it."

"He caught a New York City Federal Reserve Bank robber..."

"It's him?" Bruce was a little surprised.

Alfred had to remind: "Master! He pretended to be Dr. Quinzel's assistant."

Bruce broke out of his empathic state in an instant.

After another contact, Bruce's eyes moved faster and faster, and finally he stood up again suddenly.

He looked at Alfred with burning eyes: "It's him."

Alfred also nodded: "Although there is no key evidence, I think 90% is him."

"No, at least 99%."

"Actually, it doesn't matter if it's 100%. He broke his arm after catching the robber, the police station gave him a holiday, and then he disappeared in New York." As he said, Alfred glanced at Bruce: "Young Master

You went out twice and were injured both times, was it him?"

Bruce didn't answer, turned to face the screen and said, "Give me all his information."

"Okay. But Master Wayne, I want to know what his strength is. This will be more helpful for me to help you improve the 'anti-robbery plan'."

Bruce was silent for a few seconds before saying: "It's very strong, but it's impossible to predict. Let's do it according to Superman's specifications first."

"I see."

…

At night.

The whole city is brightly lit.

There is a detached mansion on the northwest side of New York City.

It is the property of Black Mask, the leader of the Masked Gang. Tight guards are deployed around the entire house, and firearms are certainly not scarce.

Today, this mansion has lost all its previous tranquility. The front door opened and cars filed in one after another.

In the room, the huge crystal lamp and surrounding lighting equipment illuminated the entire hall as if it were daytime.

A long table is placed in the middle.

There were people all around.

Some of these people dress like high-end social elites, while others are very revealing.

There are those with long hair, those with bald heads, those who smoke, those with tattoos, and those who hug women without paying attention to others.

Anyone who takes a look at it can be sure that these are not a group of good people.

Siannis was wearing a suit and waiting outside the door for the guests to arrive.

Judging from his posture, his injuries should look much better, at least there are no marks on his face.

As time goes by, fewer and fewer people come.

He looked at his watch, turned to his subordinates and asked, "Is there anyone else?"

"The person at the door said he didn't see the light."

"How many have come?"

"Two-thirds of them are here."

"That means there are still one third who refuse to come."

The subordinate was shocked when he heard this and lowered his head: "I'm sorry, sir, I promise that everything has been informed before."

Before the change, Sionis would have to give him a slap, but now, he has completely lost those thoughts. It is not that he suddenly changed his gender and is no longer violent, but because of someone who makes him have nightmares every time he closes his eyes day and night. people are coming.

Look at the watch again: 08:28.

There are still two minutes left before the appointed time.

Siannis took a deep breath and whispered into his subordinate's ear: "Notify everyone, all are armed and loaded."

His men looked at him in shock.

Seeing that his eyes were full of solemnity and seriousness, he could only nod seriously, and then pulled away to convey the order.

Sionis turned and entered.

A group of people looked at him, and he forced a smile on his face: "There are still two minutes left, everyone, wait a moment, I will be here soon."

With that said, he walked inside and opened the door.

Siannis stood at the door and paused for half a second, then entered without changing his expression and closed the door at the same time.

In the room, Hong Fei and others had already arrived.

After closing the door, Siannis immediately changed his posture, hunched over like a minion and took small steps to come to Hong Fei.

"Sir, everything is ready. But although I have sent invitations to all gangs, only two-thirds of them have come so far."

Hong Fei sat comfortably on the chair and nodded, looking at Killer Croc and Nanaway: "Go to the door, and don't let those who come from behind come in. Wait until I finish talking here before looking for them. If anyone is disobedient, , just deal with it directly.”

Killer Croc nodded.

Nanawi smacked his lips.

The two of them left together from the other end.

Eight thirty.

Hong Fei stood up.

"Let's go, let me see who this New York gangster is. Just wait, don't worry."

Siannis was the first to run forward and open the door. After he went out, everyone outside looked at him.

However, Siannis turned a blind eye to this and stood sideways, bowing his head.

This scene made many gang leaders frown.

Hong Fei crossed the threshold with a bright smile on his face.

He put on a black suit, and even his shirt was black, with three buttons open at the collar, giving him a more casual style. The cuffs of his shirt and jacket were rolled up to his elbows, and ten rings were stacked together, like a set of unique accessories.

After leaving the door, Hong Fei went directly to the main seat and sat down. There was only one dead shot behind him.

"Sionis, what does this mean?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

Siannis stood aside and smiled: "As you can see, now, the master of the Masked Gang is not me."

Hong Fei answered: "Yes, it's me now."

A group of people looked at me.

Hong Fei smiled and said: "To give you a brief introduction, my surname is Hong. I am also the one who invited you here tonight."

A voice with a strong taste sounded: "What is your purpose?"

"The purpose is also very simple, to recruit you."

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the room.

Bang bang bang!

Deadshot raised his gun and started shooting. After three gunshots, the noise stopped, but the various gang leaders present and their subordinates behind them drew their guns one after another.

Immediately, the situation was tense.

Hong Fei smiled and said: "Okay, don't be so nervous, let's do it one by one."

Before he finished speaking, someone immediately slapped the table and stood up. He first spat on the ground, then turned around and left.
To be continued...