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Chapter 10 Checks

"I don't have the patience to wait for your answer. It seems that I will make you answer impatiently." Feng Zhou said coldly, and casually controlled Klein's arms that were stretched out in the air, and said calmly: "If you

If you continue to struggle, your arms will leave your body, Dr. Klein."

A minute later, Feng Zhou lifted Klein out again. As soon as the latter came out of the water, he immediately shouted: "I have a check!"

He coughed hard and vomited out a mouthful of dirty water, "I carry my checkbook with me."

"Check, that's a good idea! He is indeed a successful person, but it's your check. If I take the lead, you will close the account. So what should I do?"

Feng Zhou turned the spray can horizontally, aimed it at Klein's cheek and slapped him hard. A red mark was embedded on Klein's face, but he didn't dare to say a word of pain.

The sprayer contained fear gas. With just a slight press, the gas sprayed out could plunge people into great fear. At this moment, he really wanted to take back the sprayer, and then spray it on the face of the yellow-skinned mustache in front of him.

A fierce squirt made this guy completely collapse.

It's a pity that he didn't even dare to use a finger.

Obviously, the person who kidnapped him was not only very strong, but also proficient in fighting skills. After locking himself, as long as he exerted a little strength, the other party would easily break his arm.

At this moment, he regretted very much why he did not learn some self-defense skills from those behind him, so that he was unable to resist when he was held hostage like this.

But this thought flew by, and Jonathan quickly answered Feng Zhou's question: "That is a gang bank invested and built by Mr. Carman Feconi. It is specially used for money laundering. As long as you present a check, you can get cash. Its reputation is better than ordinary

The bank is even better, you just need to knock me out and tie me here, and by the time others find me, you will have already taken the money and fled away."

Feng Zhou's hands relaxed a little, so Klein took out his checkbook and wrote the contents slowly, not daring to make any marks.

He knew that the other party had obviously done his homework in advance. If he used some clever tricks, this guy would definitely give him a severe lesson.

As a scarecrow who relies solely on his brains and hidden weapons and has zero practical ability, his ability to assess situations is engraved in his bones, and Jonathan Kellain masters this very well.

Feng Zhou took the check, looked through it briefly, and then put it away with satisfaction.

"If a person underestimates his own roots, he will inevitably do something that exceeds the limit; the branches and leaves will wither away from the trunk, and in the end they will have to be burned as dry wood."

Feng Zhou pretended to recite a line from "King Lear", then patted Klein's face and said: "Without the hard work of the citizens of Gotham, there would be no idle idleness of you gangsters. Ka

Man Feconi and Bruce Wayne are the rulers of Gotham, but you, Jonathan, can only be Feconi's helper. It's not unreasonable!"

"Instead of waiting for you to play with the law and transfer Feconi from prison to a mental hospital to escape the punishment of the law, why not let me play with you first!"

Feng Zhou mercilessly strangled the Scarecrow Klein's neck and pushed him into the toilet again with the despair in his eyes.

"Do you think I should let you go after getting the money? Are you complaining in your heart that I am not trustworthy? That only shows that you are too self-centered. There is no need to be kind when dealing with a gangster like you."

"Don't worry, that Ra's al-Goo will go to hell to accompany you soon, and your partner Carman Feconi will follow closely behind. Gotham's laws can't kill you, but I am the one who is great.

A clown to perform. I hope you remember before you die that madness is like gravity, sometimes all you need to do is hold you down gently."

As Feng Zhou spoke, he pinned a playing card with a joker on Klein's butt. His other hand firmly pressed Klein's neck and buried his head deeply.

Inside the toilet.

Klein struggled desperately with his hands and feet. Unfortunately, he was just a guy who could spray fear gas. He had no outstanding skills and his own strength was pitifully weak. He couldn't resist Feng Zhou's hard training for more than a month. Soon he

He stopped struggling, his body slowly softened, and finally became motionless.

Of course, Feng Zhou didn't want to fail, so he waited patiently for fifteen minutes to confirm that Dr. Klein was dead. Only then did he deal with all the traces, then opened the narrow ventilation passage in the bathroom, crawled from inside to the courthouse

outside.

As for how long it took for someone to remove the "under maintenance" sign, enter the bathroom and find Klein's body, and then find playing cards with a clown on them, that's none of Feng Zhou's business.

He left the court, took a taxi to the gang bank, and exchanged U.S. bills with great efficiency.

After dealing with all possible exposures, he calmly returned to the motel, closed his eyes and rested.

At this moment, police lights were blaring at the intersection outside the court, and numerous police officers in plain clothes and heavy equipment surrounded a restroom.

The police sergeant leading the team was a thin middle-aged man with a brown beard. His name was Jim Gordon. He was a just man, a noble man, and a man who had escaped from vulgar taste.

Decades ago, when he put on the Gotham Police Department badge, he vowed to carry out judicial justice into every dark corner of this sinful city, so that those gangsters would be punished by law.

However, he failed.

The political circles are collaborating with the gangs, and the gang leaders who are engaged in selling powder, prostitution, human smuggling, and organ trafficking are the guests of the city hall, judges, and directors. They play golf happily together, and then watch the hard work of policemen like Gordon.

bustle.

Judge Dalton often had afternoon tea with Carmen Ficconi, and Prosecutor Finch was also a timid guy.

As for the inside of the police station, it goes without saying that Gordon's partner Flass openly extorted protection money and also worked part-time for Feconi to ensure that his goods flowed smoothly. Our honest and honest Gordon, because of his cleanliness,

He was once regarded as an alien by people.

Jim Gordon is not an idealist. He can only hang out with those scum and work silently for the citizens of Gotham in the darkness, with no place to express his inner anguish.

But today's case is different. The deceased had freed Carman Feconi's gang killer from prison three times in a row, but unexpectedly he was drowned in the bathroom of the court. When he saw this scene, Gordon felt faintly in his heart.

Feel a little happy.

The police did not find any clues at the scene. Only a playing card with the clown on it was left at the scene. Gordon glanced at his subordinates: "Write this playing card into the file and list the clown as a suspect..."


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