Hiding in the sand, splitting into many places, starting with Arkham

"What is that thing!"

John Spaletra, covered in dust from the raised debris, stared in shock at the black gold behemoth that was crashing into the bar like a tank.

"Maybe it's after the goods we transported last time."

"But that thing isn't here with us! We're just helping out! The other big shots are the ones who want it!"

John Spaletra said angrily.

"Saying so much is useless. First, let's try to see if we can get rid of this strange thing."

Old Spaletra took out a mirror, observing the position of the black gold through the reflection, while simultaneously taking out a grenade with his other hand, removing the pin with his teeth, waiting three or four seconds, and then throwing it.

"Boom!"

The grenade exploded in mid-air as it approached the black gold, staggering it.

The next second, a rotating gun barrel protruded from the black gold's shoulder, frantically strafing in the direction the grenade came from.

"What the hell is that monster!"

Simmons Spaletra was greatly surprised, and then hurriedly reached out and grabbed his son's arm.

"Have the men block it here, we'll leave first! The secret passage is in the bathroom!"

In just twenty or thirty seconds, their men were defeated by the black gold.

The father and son walked away in a panic, but before they could take a few steps, a black shadow fell from the ceiling.

Shimizu landed, pouncing on John Spaletra, using his calf to restrain his hands, preventing him from resisting, and drawing a pistol with his left hand, pointing it directly at Simmons Spaletra's forehead.

His right hand gently tugged, and a muffled footstep sounded. The blood-stained black gold dragged a man in a suit, raising its arm.

The pneumatic fist activated, and the suit man's entire body was smashed into the wall, turning into a pile of minced meat.

"We surrender..."

Simmons raised his hands to the man in front of him.

"A wise choice."

Shimizu tilted his head. Aman and Yellow Hair immediately took off their belts from their waists and tied up Simmons and John.

"Accountant, Aman, you two handle the cleanup. Anthony, Jackson, you take them to the second floor, I'll interrogate them myself."

"Understood, boss. I'll find all the money they've hidden here."

The accountant pushed up his glasses with a sinister smile.

"Don't worry, boss, if anyone dares to cause trouble, I'll send him to see God!"

Aman carried a rifle, his blood-stained face bearing a cruel smile.

The Spaletra father and son were escorted to a private room on the second floor by two subordinates.

"Kneel!"

Anthony and Jackson kicked the Spaletra father and son in the shins, causing them to kneel in front of the table.

Shimizu swaggered over to the sofa, reached out and picked up the small knife beside the fruit plate, weighing it a few times, then skillfully and quickly cut the apple in the fruit plate into neat pieces.

Although the ninja school only taught the basics of cold weapon usage, with the chakra-enhanced body, it still looked very intimidating.

"My knife is very fast. Although it's not as fast as those kendo masters who can split bullets with a quick draw, it's enough to cut people. And I also know some human anatomy, so I can cut more than a hundred pieces of meat from a person's body, while making the other person feel pain without dying or fainting."

"Boss, just ask what you want to know. I've seen enough threats in my life. I only ask that you leave John a way out."

Simmons sighed.

"Dad, you..."

"No no no..."

Shimizu picked up the sanitary towel on the table and stuffed it into John Spaletra's mouth.

"You two, arrange for this kid to be in a room a little further away from here. I want to interrogate them separately. If the answers don't match, it means at least one person is lying. Then you two will have to see if my skills can really cut off a hundred pieces of meat. If they both match, then I can agree to your request, how about it?"

A shy smile appeared on Shimizu's face.

John Spaletra was dragged by Anthony and Jackson to the room diagonally across the hallway.

"What do you want to know? Ask quickly."

Simmons closed his eyes.

"Very good, first question, how much total assets does your gang have? Where are they all hidden?"

"The ledger is in the office upstairs. There's about seven hundred thousand US dollars in cash. Other real estate such as shops are also recorded in it. There's two hundred thousand US dollars in the office drawer, another one hundred and fifty thousand is deposited in Gotham Savings and Loan Bank, one hundred thousand is deposited in Wayne Enterprises Private Bank, and the remaining three hundred thousand is in the safe in the supermarket warehouse at 31 Deake Street."

Compared to the two gang leaders he met before, Simmons clearly understood the principle that eggs should not be put in one basket.

"The locations and passwords of the banks."

"One is on me, one is on my son, and the password is the founding date of the United States."

That would be 840512.

"Did you hijack the Penguin's goods a month ago?"

"We did participate in that operation, but in fact, that thing isn't here with us at all. Mr. Hugo is the one who wanted it."

"Hugo?"

Shimizu's first impression was Victor Hugo, the famous French writer in history, but he had been dead for more than a hundred years.

"Hugo Strange, professor at Gotham State University, chief consultant at Arkham Asylum. Not long ago, he became a member of the Gotham City Council."

That was somewhat familiar, but only in the original body's remaining memories.

When he was locked up in Arkham, he underwent a psychological assessment by this person once, but after he thought the danger was not as great as other well-known villains, he never saw the scholar again.

"What is the cargo?"

"I don't know. That thing was packed in a container. I heard it was a high-tech thing manufactured by Dayton Industries from Metropolis. I don't even know what it's called, what it does, or even what it looks like."

Dayton Industries?

Never heard of it, I can check it out carefully later.

But as long as it doesn't interfere with his plans, Shimizu is too lazy to care about these troubles.

Anyway, Batman will solve any troubles.

He called Jackson to watch Simmons, and Shimizu went to the room diagonally across to interrogate John Spaletra.

Ten minutes later.

"Is that all?"

Shimizu sighed, playing with the fruit knife in his hand reluctantly, looking regretful.

Why are these two people so sensible?

Although he is a villain, in fact, being trustworthy is better than being untrustworthy.

So…

"Anthony, ask if the signal jammer outside is turned off? If it's turned off, send a message to the Penguin. The Spaletra father and son are handed over to him."

He only promised not to kill them, but the Penguin didn't agree.