Becoming a Phantom Thief from the World of American Comics

"Hello, everyone. I am Joey Cicero, the executive manager of this hotel. Welcome all distinguished guests to our hotel and participate in this auction."

On the podium at the auction venue, Manager Cicero held the microphone and made opening remarks to the celebrities in the audience with a smile on his face.

"Now in front of me is the first auction item of the day - an antique pocket watch!"

In front of him was a table with a hammer and a pocket watch that looked old just on the table.

Behind Cicero, a large screen was erected, which displayed various details of the pocket watch.

"This pocket watch comes from the famous Elliott family in Gotham. More than a century ago, the then head of the Elliott family, Edward Elliott, spent a lot of money to invite world-class craftsmen to make it..."

Cicero gushes about the history of antique pocket watches.

Under the stage, Dick pretended to be listening with great interest, but actually he was absent-minded.

"Phantom Thief Kidd's goal should be that the pink diamond can't be wrong, and the time for him to do it will definitely be the moment when zero arrives..."

Dick thought secretly.

"Obviously no one has noticed that Kaitou Kidd has sneaked in. He can hide forever. Why did he send a card in advance and provoke me to find him?"

"Is he so confident that I won't be able to catch his disguise before the time is up? Or is this just part of his plan?"

He held two cards of Kaito Kidd in his hand, one was the notice letter and the other was the challenge letter.

Dickby looked at the contents on the two cards, thinking a lot in his mind.

"Think about it, if I were Kaitou Kidd, what would be the last thing I want to do now..."

At the same time, on a building opposite the hotel, several snipers set up sniper rifles on the rooftop and aimed at the hotel, in the direction of the auction venue on the 18th floor.

Beside the sniper, Penguin's confidant Ogilvy took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"What's the matter, Ogilvy?"

Not long after, the phone was connected, and a female voice came from inside.

"Luck, have you been to the auction yet?"

Ogilvy asked.

"Sit in the corner and watch these rich people scramble over a pile of old scrap metal, Greyletard is with me."

The woman named Lak said rather impatiently.

"It's still a long time since that fake stone came out, so if you have anything to say, hurry up and say it!"

"Be careful what you say in the auction, don't be overheard."

Ogilvy frowned admonishingly.

"Ha! Are you questioning my ability? Don't forget that I have worked under the boss for a lot longer than you. As long as I don't want to, no one can hear my voice."

Lark disdainfully said.

"It's up to you, anyway, you are responsible for your problems... Have you found any signs of Kaitou Kidd?"

Ogilvy asked again.

"No, if I had seen him, he would have been killed by my gun by now."

Lark's tone was full of arrogance, as if he didn't take Kaitou Kidd seriously.

"Confidence is a good thing, Lark, I hope you can live up to this confidence."

There was a meaningful light in Ogilvy's eyes, and he said with a chuckle.

"If nothing else happens, Kaito Kidd will show up at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. I called you just to remind you. Don't forget what the boss said. Don't do anything to Kaito Kidd immediately. Let GCPD follow him first." Just play around, we won't show up until we can."

"snort!"

Lak snorted coldly and hung up the phone, not knowing whether he agreed or disagreed.

"Miss Rucker, what did Mr. Ogilvy call and say? Does the boss have any new orders?"

Beside her, a rich middle-aged man in a blue suit asked with a flattering smile.

This man is the general manager of Ethan International Shipping Company, Grey Tad Ethan, the comatose person who was tied up in the toilet by Dean not long ago.

So how did Gray Letard, who was supposed to be trapped in the toilet, appear on the auction site?

The answer is simple, he is not the real Grey Tad at all, but Dean Suston in disguise.

Pretending to be Grey Tad is not an easy task. After all, Dean is a bit different from him in size, and he needs to stuff a lot of stuff in his clothes to look decent.

"No, he's just making fun of me and wasting my time!"

Lark was dissatisfied.

"You seem to have a lot of opinions on Mr. Ogilvy? You two are the boss's most trusted confidantes. Why do you seem to have deep conflicts?"

Dean, who was disguised as Grey Tad Ethan, asked strangely.

"Humph!" Hearing this, Lak sneered, and said, "The most trusted confidant? Why should he? I have been with the boss for ten years, and I have solved countless enemies for the boss. Penguin helped make money in all industries. I am also managing the biggest iceberg casino!"

Iceberg Casino?

Dean's eyes flashed. This place is said to be the place where the penguin people made their fortunes, but it was handed over to this woman who didn't seem to have a bright mind.

I really don't know if the penguin trusts Lak so much, or does this woman have some clever tricks?

"What kind of thing is Ogilvy? He only joined the gang three years ago. He only does small jobs such as collecting debts, lending money, betting horses, and thugs. He is usually not even qualified to meet the boss, and he does everything. Two years!"

"If it wasn't for a gang war last year, this guy had some shit luck to come to the boss, and after a few ideas, he would be valued by the boss, and he would turn into a shitty staff officer."

Lark's face was full of disdain.

"Just a year ago, he was still a nobody, so why did he become the boss's most trusted confidant?"

Dean had something in his mind, and he didn't know whether to say it or not.

According to what Lak said, she had worked under Penguin for ten years, but she still acted so brainless, thinking about fighting and killing.

On the other hand, Ogilvy, without mentioning how big he is, can come up with an idea that makes Penguin shine in the gang war, which proves that he at least has a brain.

The status of a ten-year veteran has climbed up in just one year, shouldn't you reflect on yourself?

Dean couldn't help shaking his head in his heart. As the saying goes, a young and Dangerous boy will be a young and Dangerous boy all his life if he doesn't use his brains.

But for Dean, it's a good thing that this person has no scheming. From entering the auction site to now, Dean has used Gray Tad's skin to keep a lot of words out of Lark.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Dean's eyes moved, and he looked down the first row.

I saw that the seat in the middle that belonged to Dick Grayson became empty at some point, leaving only Alfred sitting in his original seat.

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