Joseph Cole casually stuffed a newspaper into the trash can, looked up at the Gotham City East Bank across the street, and raised one corner of his mouth:
"This is the bank I specially selected. It is the bank closest to your newspaper office. Let me see how you are going to be a 'hero'."
He adjusted his purple suit and walked towards the bank carrying a briefcase.
To others, this was just an ordinary office worker who had a piece of tape on his face because of a wound. The guard at the door glanced at him and stopped paying attention.
Joseph Cole, like an ordinary person who comes to the bank to handle business, received his number plate and sat down in the waiting area.
"Well, it's still early, I think I can make it."
His soliloquy sounded fine to other people who were also waiting.
"[Customer No. A103, please go to window 16 to handle business.]"
After a while, Joseph Cole, who was sitting obediently in the waiting area, was called.
"Well, it's so slow." Joseph Cole walked towards window No. 16 with his briefcase in hand.
"Hello--"
"Withdraw all the money from my account! Immediately! Immediately!"
Before the bank clerk could finish her routine greeting, Joseph Cole interrupted her and handed her his bank card.
"Uh..." The bank clerk was stunned for a moment.
Obviously, this sentence is more suitable for the robber, as long as "my account" is replaced by "money in the counter".
"There is a total of...740,000 US dollars in your account. Are you sure you want to withdraw it all? In cash?"
"I'm sure Gotham is too dangerous now. I want to move to Metropolis!"
"There are also branches of our bank in metropolitan areas, so you don't actually have to take them out..."
"No, no, it won't work if your head office is in Gotham. Maybe one day the treasury will be robbed!"
"..."
The bank clerk really wanted to call the security guard to throw this nervous guy out, but he couldn't. He was a big customer with a deposit of 740,000. If he didn't handle it properly and let him insist on withdrawing this money, there would be no reserve fund today.
After all, this is just a branch of East District Bank, and the daily cash stored is only about 1 million.
"That's right, sir, even if what you said happens, your deposits in our bank will not disappear, and our losses will not be counted on the customers," the bank clerk said, "But just like you
As I said, Gotham is very unsafe, so if you encounter a robber with so much cash, the money will definitely be lost."
"Forget it," Joseph Cole suddenly became less impatient: "I will use 20,000 for the expenses on the road... You really won't go bankrupt because of being robbed before I arrive in the metropolis, right?
"
"I guarantee you, even if a robber breaks in now and takes away all our cash, the Eastern District Bank will not collapse!" The bank employee was so angry that he couldn't help but speak.
“Da da da da—!”
"Robbery! Get down, everyone!"
Almost as soon as she said the words, three strong men wearing black hoods rushed in from the door of the bank and fired at them with submachine guns.
While most of the customers were still in a state of shock and astonishment, Joseph Cole turned over and fell to the ground. His movements were so fast that the robber leader who was staring at the counter was stunned.
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"One, two, three... there are also their accomplices who are on lookout at the door, four people in total..."
Joseph Cole was lying on the ground, muttering silently to himself as he watched the robbers take control of the situation and force the clerk to open the bank counter door and start loading money.
"Jackets, jeans, sweatshirts, and ski hoods are all casual clothes. Judging from the weapons and equipment, they are quite amateurish... There are no professional criminals. They are probably just robbery enthusiasts who learned from somewhere that the security force here is lacking and plan to fish in troubled waters."
"
"Hey! Take out the money you put in your pocket! Idiot!" The robber leader suddenly raised his gun and pointed at his accomplice who was carrying the money.
"Great, he is still a temporary partner. It seems that these idiots will be caught by the Gotham police before Batman appears."
Joseph Cole glanced at the clock in the bank lobby and smacked his lips.
"It has been six minutes, and it only takes five minutes at most for the police to arrive at the bank. This is because they have to investigate the chemical plant sabotage case and their manpower has been taken away. If these robbers don't run away..."
Woo——woo——
As a siren sounded, the robber's car parked outside suddenly started and fled.
"Here comes the cop!" "That son of a bitch ran away!" "Damn it!"
In less than half a minute, a large number of police cars stopped outside the bank door, and police officers with loaded guns aimed their weapons at the bank door.
Then, a man who looked like a police officer started shouting nonsense with a loudspeaker:
"People inside, listen! This is the Gotham Police! You have been surrounded! Put down your weapons and surrender immediately!"
"So that's it," Joseph Cole glanced at the police officers' equipment: "They stepped up their patrols because they were stimulated by Batman, and these unlucky guys directly hit the muzzle of the gun."
"Back off! You bastards! We have hostages on our hands!" The robber leader stretched out his gun and fired a random sweep outside, successfully scaring the police officers back behind the bunker, but the encirclement became even tighter.
"These idiots..." Joseph Cole threw his head on the floor.
"You, take away all these people's mobile phones! You, go see if there is a backdoor in this bank!" The robber leader commanded his two men in a slightly panicked tone, while nervously pointing his gun at the bank clerk and
Customers: "Don't move, I will kill anyone who moves!"
"This is trouble," Joseph Cole said with his head against the floor: "This kind of unplanned robbery can easily turn into hostage-taking, gun battles and murders. If things get too big, I will take advantage of the chaos to eliminate my own bank."
The recording plan will fail, and if you take the notes, your identity will be exposed, and then you will be identified by the fool who sabotaged the chemical plant... So, why would such an amateur receive my information?"
"Hey! You!" The robber who collected the mobile phone walked up to Joseph Cole and kicked him: "Don't pretend to be dead, hand over the mobile phone!"
"I was wondering why I was so unlucky." Joseph Cole slowly sat up and reached into his suit pocket.
"Ha, because this is Gotham." Since the pocket of this suit obviously couldn't fit a gun, the robber who collected the cell phone still had time to chat with him.
"So, I decided to let others be as unlucky as me."
"Varied--"
The last thing the robber saw was the guy in a long purple suit taking out a playing card from his pocket with the black and white "Joker" pattern printed on it.
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Bang! Bang! Ta-ta-ta! Boom!
"What's wrong? What happened inside?"
As soon as James Gordon arrived at the scene, he heard a burst of noisy gunfire and explosions as well as the crowd's exclamations from the East End Bank, so he immediately questioned the scene commander.
This is a slightly chubby man with round glasses, a windbreaker and a wide-brimmed hat. He looks like a senior police officer.
"I don't know, Director," the on-site commander holding the loudspeaker sweated: "The robbers haven't put forward conditions after taking the hostages. We are arranging negotiators and snipers, and a fight started inside. I suspect..."
"What do you suspect?" Director Gordon frowned and looked at the bank door, but couldn't see anything.
"I suspect that one of the hostages plans to imitate Batman and fight crime." The on-site commander wiped his sweat.
"Joke! Do they have that strength? We have interrogated the criminals in the chemical plant, and 'Batman' is obviously a well-trained master. He is probably a professional bodyguard, mercenary or soldier." Gordon stared.
"But..." The on-site conductor gestured to the bank.
They've already done this, so there's nothing they can do about it, right?
"Shout again, and then rush in directly. If there are too many hostage casualties, those newspapers will not care about the reason." Gordon hesitated for a moment and immediately gave the instruction.
Obviously, it is completely fanciful to expect civilian "vigilantes" to defeat gun-wielding gangsters——
"[Hey~ police officers outside, don't be nervous, we have the situation under control.]" When the on-site commander was about to issue an order, someone in the bank shouted through a loudspeaker.
Gordon grabbed the loudspeaker of the on-site command: "[You'd better surrender quickly! There are no back doors or tunnels in this bank, and all the windows are being watched by our snipers. It's impossible for you to fly!]"
"[Oh~ It's so scary~]" The gangster on the opposite side obviously didn't accept the threat: "[Then let's go out through the main entrance~]"
"Ah?" The on-site commander looked confused. Are the robbers going to attack our defense line head-on?
"They... plan to put on civilian clothes and run out among the hostages," Gordon immediately reacted: "Let the police officers control everyone who comes out of the bank! No one can be let go!"
"[That's right~]" the robber in the bank continued to shout: "[Before that, we want to give you a gift~]"
When Gordon looked at the door warily, he saw a large sack being thrown out from the third floor of the bank. It spread directly in the air, spilling a lot of 20 dollar bills. These green bills were scattered on the street.
When the draft blows from above, it blows all over the street.
"[Franklin says hello to you~]" the robber shouted again.
Hell, this is his escape route!
"Damn it! Everyone, stick to your posts! The gangsters are going to——"
Before Gordon could finish speaking, the second and third bags of bills were thrown out one after another, and it seemed like a "money rain" fell on Third Street.
The onlookers who were stopped outside the cordon immediately began to rob—it was not the bank they were robbing anyway, so what happened to picking up a few banknotes on the ground?
At the same time, a large number of panic-looking "hostages" ran out from the main entrance of the bank and were controlled one by one by the police officers who were waiting for them.
However, in the chaotic situation, no one can guarantee whether the robbers took the opportunity to escape.
"What are you doing! We are the victims!"
"The robbers are still inside!"
"You arrest us good citizens, but turn a blind eye to those guys who robbed stolen money!?"
The hostages who were under control protested one after another as they looked at the rain of money flying outside, especially the bank employees who roared the loudest.
"Anyway, let's seal off the scene first -" Gordon took over the command with a headache, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a bat-like black figure flying over and rushing into the bank building through the window where the money was thrown.
"Is it a bird?" "Is it a plane?" "No, it's Batman!" The hostages who saw this scene cheered.
Hum... I hope you can catch the robber, "hero". Gordon glanced over there and continued to direct the police to maintain order.
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A moment later, at the entrance of the bank, which had basically brought the situation under control, Batman in a black suit threw the four tied up robbers on the ground. Gordon had already learned the ins and outs of the case from the hostages.
"So, there was a guy in a long purple suit who used magical means to knock down three robbers and used them to create three 'human sack-throwing machines'? And he was nowhere to be found?" Gordon set his sights on the end.
The robber and Batman who brought him.
Obviously, this was just the robber's accomplice responsible for looking out and driving, not the guy who disrupted the situation.
"[I stopped this on First Street,]" Batman said in an unusually hoarse voice: "[This car has been leaking money.]"
I didn't hear him speak last time... Is this the effect of a voice changer or is he suffering from throat cancer? Gordon glanced at Batman: "So, is that another 'vigilante' or 'superhero'?"
"['Vigilantes' and 'superheroes' don't scatter bank notes everywhere,]" Batman didn't seem to hear Gordon's sarcasm, shaking his head slightly: "[He should have just been trapped at the scene by this robbery.
...】"
"'Supervillain.'" Gordon answered.
"[...'enthusiastic citizens'.]" Batman pursed his lips, lowered the corners of his mouth, and looked at Gordon with a "disapproval" attitude: "[Your statement can easily push some neutral people to the opposite side.
, Director Gordon.]”
"There are only two kinds of people in my eyes, 'law-abiding citizens' and 'criminals.'" Gordon glared back: "Because you have assisted the police, I will not arrest you for investigation, but you'd better not
Let me catch some criminal act, 'Bat-Man'."
"[So, you still let the 'Geek in a Suit' run away, didn't you?]" Batman ignored Gordon's question: "[I will follow up on this matter.]"
"What kind of strange title is that?" Gordon turned to look at the on-site conductor: "Assigning the sketch artist, I want to know what that guy looks like, and also, how can I trace the banknotes that were thrown out by that 'weird in suits' to disturb my vision?
We will recover as much as we can, those police officers who hid the money secretly, don’t think I didn’t see it!”
"Uh...yes." The on-site conductor was a little sweaty.
"In addition, regarding the inside story of this matter, you'd better——"
When Gordon turned back, he found that Batman, who was still standing there, had disappeared.
