Becoming a Phantom Thief from the World of American Comics

Soon, a man's voice came from the door.

"Who told you about this place?"

Ogilvy narrowed his eyes and said, "My boss is Oswald Copperpot."

"Oh? Penguin asked you to come? Why doesn't he come by himself?"

asked the man in the room.

"He's busy right now and doesn't have time to come here in person."

"Then how do I know what you said is true? I don't know you unless you can prove your identity."

Faced with the man's questioning, Ogilvy's face remained unchanged, he took out a seemingly ordinary third-order Rubik's cube from his pocket, and said calmly.

"My boss asked me to show this to someone in the house, can you see it behind the door?"

There were no peepholes or gaps on the door, and there were no monitors around the house. Ogilvy doubted whether the man inside could see the Rubik's Cube in his hand.

He also didn't know whether the Rubik's Cube given to him by the Penguin was really useful, because no matter how he looked at it, he felt that it was just an ordinary Rubik's Cube, which could be bought in any toy store.

It doesn't even have a special logo on it, seriously lacking in uniqueness.

It seems a little inappropriate to use this kind of thing as a token of identity verification?

But there's nothing Ogilvy can do about it, that's what Penguin said.

"You brought the Rubik's Cube, good, now you can come in, Penguin boy."

Unexpectedly, the man in the room could really see the Rubik's Cube in Ogilvy's hand, and let him in with a voice.

I saw the door in front of me automatically opened to the house, revealing a dimly lit room.

The whole room is very small, a total of ten square meters, and you can see the end at a glance.

There is no furniture inside except for a table, let alone a bed, not even a stool.

There are seven or eight monitors on the table, and devices like servers are connected below.

It is worth mentioning that Ogilvy did not see the man who spoke just now.

Ogilvy walked into the house with a look of vigilance, and the door closed automatically.

Zizi—Zi——

At this moment, the monitor in the center of the table suddenly lit up, and a man wearing glasses appeared on the screen.

"Are you a calculator?"

Ogilvy asked looking at the screen.

"I heard that you have built the world's largest super criminal information network, providing intelligence or material services for super criminals."

Just like superheroes have the Justice League, super criminals have quietly formed a similar secret society, but compared to the Justice League, which is closely organized and frequently acts together, the organizational structure of the secret society is much looser.

It may be difficult to determine who the head of the secret society is. Lex Luthor from Metropolis, the Joker from Gotham, the demon leader from the League of Assassins, Vandal Savage who is more than 50,000 years old, and the black man from Kandak. Adam and others are all strong candidates, and it is difficult to compete against each other.

But when it comes to the true hub of the secret society, the existence that connects nearly all super criminals, there's only one.

Noah Cutler, known as a calculator.

He is one of the top hacker masters on the planet, and he has established a hidden and huge information network around the world.

Normally, super criminals just like to stay in their own city to commit crimes, but there will always be times when they need help or are missing some rare items.

But they are super criminals, and most of them will be rejected by the local super criminals if they go to other cities without authorization. Who on earth will help them?

The calculator said: "I will help!"

When it is time to do so, super criminals can conduct remote transactions with super criminals in other cities through the calculator's information network, or directly purchase intelligence materials or corresponding items from the calculator.

Even the price is very close to the people, full refund if the information is wrong.

The main thing is fairness and justice, you love me.

"Forget it, I am indeed in this business, so why did Penguin ask you to come here? It can't be that you came to see me, right?"

The calculator smiled and said, his voice was exactly the same as the voice from the room just now.

"It seems that he is communicating with others through remote communication technology in another place, and he may not even be in Gotham. No wonder the token is an ordinary Rubik's cube, because once he finds out that the person who came in is not his own, he can disconnect at any time... …No, there is a high probability that this server has a self-destruct program, completely avoiding the possibility of being reverse traced.”

Ogilvy thought to himself.

He asked: "Mr. Calculator, our boss needs something, an item that can bring bad luck to people and contain the curse of death. It is best to look close to precious gemstones in appearance."

"What does the Penguin want with such a vicious thing... oh, I see."

When Calculator heard Ogilvy's request, he was puzzled at first, but soon seemed to understand the reason, but he didn't say it out loud.

"Let me think about it... yes! Not long ago, Faust discovered a dark blue stone from some ancient temple. He called it the Stone of Doom, saying that it contained huge evil magic power, It can bring fatal disaster to those who possess it."

Felix Faust, a very famous black magician among super criminals, is powerful.

"Faust said that the stone was of no use to him, so he decided to sell it, but I guess he might be worried that he would be tricked, hahahaha."

The calculator laughed.

"Then how can I buy the so-called 'Stone of Doom'? A black mage shouldn't need dollars, right?"

Ogilvy asked puzzled.

"This kind of situation will happen from time to time, but it doesn't matter. Over the years, I have accumulated a lot of weird things, and one of them happens to be what Faust needs now. You just need to pay me enough money. "

Calculator explained.

middleman.

After listening to the calculator's explanation, the word popped up in Ogilvy's mind.

"How much?"

Ogilvy asked.

"It's not expensive. For Penguin's sake, I'll give you a 30% discount. Fifteen million dollars is enough."

To a certain extent, buying a real 'Stone of Doom' at this price is indeed not expensive, and it is even considered very cheap.

After all, even a diamond that has no function other than being bigger can sell for 100 million.

A gem like this that truly contains magic power is simply priceless and has no market, and there is nowhere to buy it if you have money.

Ogilvy didn't think long, and agreed to the deal on the spot, since he didn't have to pay for it himself.

A mere fifteen million US dollars is at best a drop in the bucket for Penguin's assets.