The Death Knell

There is a bat moving in the darkness.

The rain with the smell of sourness fell on the black cloak without making any sound. Only the occasional flash of lightning in the sky would make the strange cloth glow with a moist shimmer.

It was lying on the roof of a building, monitoring a factory far below. When it saw a cargo ship docking, the bat's head tilted, as if thinking about something.

But just then someone came behind the bat, also silently, but still shocking.

Bat immediately turned back, and she used the lightning to see clearly the black and yellow armor, as well as the orangutan detective who was smiling and raising his hand to say hello.

She breathed a sigh of relief and moved her body slightly: "Isn't this my investor who always disappears? Why are you here today?"

"The missing investor?" Bobo landed on the rooftop and looked at the death knell curiously.

"I made some money from Batman before. It was over 100 million US dollars, but I didn't spend much of it. I gave it to Barbara and asked her to help me manage it in the foundation." Su Ming spread his hands and said Nothing shameful.

Then he squatted on the edge of the rooftop and looked towards the pier.

This is a factory located on the east coast of Gotham. In the past, there were only unfinished buildings here, but I don’t know when a new factory popped up here. It was quite large and had its own newly built dock.

At this time, some small cargo ships pulling containers were busy taking advantage of the night. At first glance, they did not look like they were doing good things.

"Barbara's foundation? Isn't that the Gotham Police Foundation?" Bobo didn't have particularly good eyesight, nor did he have bat gear, so he took out a small monocular to look at the factory with everyone, and said, Still talking about that gossip: "All the money earned from operations has been invested in pensions for injured and injured police officers. Didn't I know that you still have love for the police?"

"Prejudice, I'm going to criticize you, Bobo. If nothing else, I have saved Chief Gordon's life three times." Su Ming smiled and stretched out his finger. The factory structure was kept in mind: "So if I put the money in the police charity foundation, it is reasonable to use them to launder money, right?"

"I knew it...but little girl, what business did you do with the money from Deathstroke?"

Bobo asked Batgirl and secretly glanced at Barbara's lower back.

Barbara was very grateful to Deathstroke. As she said, just saving her father so many times was already a great favor.

And when she used the Troublemaker's drawing board to pair up Deathstroke and Wonder Woman, it was more like adding chaos, but Deathstroke didn't blame her and instead gave her the money to take care of.

She wiped the rain off her face and whispered, "Real estate."

The night and rain drowned out her voice. Neon lights could be seen everywhere in Gotham at night, and the city in the distance seemed hazy and erratic.

"Real estate in Gotham?" Bobo's expression looked like he had eaten a bitter melon.

"Well, I also know the situation in Gotham, and of course I won't buy a house here." Barbara was a little ashamed. After all, this is her hometown, but the orangutan is actually an old man from the Gotham Circus, and everyone knows the situation: " Deathstroke said that his money was of no use and he just asked me to take care of it, so he chose some places to store the value."

By the time he asked this question, Bobo had already understood the operation of Deathstroke. To put it bluntly, he was getting close to the Bat Family.

Deathstroke asked for payment from Batman in order to make Batman think that he had worldly desires and to distinguish himself from mortals like Superman who seemed to be gods.

Then he handed the money to Barbara to take care of, so Batman would naturally know about it, and this connection formed a complex emotional connection.

Deathstroke has never expressed his desire to be friends with Batman, because the only friends Batman can have are mentally ill people.

The smart Deathstroke chose to befriend every one of Batman's few friends, even the Joker. In this way, Batman passively accepted Deathstroke into his life and gradually became accustomed to it.

Personal connections are a network, but Bobo has never seen anyone use personal connections as a means of planning like Deathstroke. Unfortunately, even Batman doesn't seem to notice it now. He has unknowingly given in to Deathstroke time and time again. .

From all kinds of Bat jokes and pranks to Deathstroke arranging men to come to Gotham for action, Batman never seemed to object?

Thinking of this, the orangutan detective showed a playful look, but said nothing.

"Is this why you came here?" Su Ming didn't care what the orangutan was thinking. After all, Bobo was a good secretary. He just changed the subject and took out the can of beans from Bobo's pocket to show Barbara.

"Yes, that's it." Batgirl nodded. She also took out a can of beans from her bat belt, but hers was empty.

The rainwater hit the cans, making a clanking sound, and soon the acid in the rainwater began to react with the can residue, emitting a stench similar to that of sewers.

Barbara frowned and threw away the empty can, and continued to communicate with Deathstroke while squatting:

"I discovered a new cannery on the east coast of Gotham a few days ago. I originally just suspected that it was used as a cover to transport drugs and arms, so I hacked into the Internet and checked their import and export records. Guess what I found? ?”

She gets excited when it comes to investigating cases, and her big shiny eyes blink behind the mask, as if she is showing off her skills to Deathstroke, which looks a bit cute.

"Either their raw material import records are all fake, or do they state that the place of production is a parallel earth in the multiverse?" Su Ming smiled and let his cloak hold up a rain-proof area, and then took out hot cocoa to drink Girls share.

After all, following and monitoring on a rainy day goes better with chocolate.

"You also know? I thought I was the only one paying attention to this matter."

Barbara obviously didn't like being exposed to acid rain. She ducked into Deathstroke's shed as soon as she lowered her head, happily accepted a cup of hot cocoa in the middle of the night, and said serious things:

"Thank you for the hot drink. It was only today that I connected their factory with the group of people who promote the theory of multiverse wealth on the Internet. There is no definite evidence yet, so I haven't told Batman or the Justice League yet."

"There's no need to tell Batman. You, the Bat-family, should also let him worry less and give him some time to get Catwoman and the money back. If you need anything, just come to me and I'll make the decision for you."

Deathstroke looked like he was thinking about Batman, and began to instill certain ideas into Barbara.

The girl didn't notice anything was wrong, but nodded gratefully, feeling that Deathstroke was right.

She took a sip of hot cocoa and was really led astray. Her expression became a little lonely, and she said bitterly: "I really thought Serena would be his destination, but I didn't expect her." She’s that kind of woman, ugh. What’s the point of asking for so much money? Even if she gets a few hundred million dollars, she won’t be able to spend it all in her lifetime, right?”

"You forget that there is the shadow of the Joker behind this matter. When he appears, things will become crazy and chaotic. We can't imagine what a crazy person will do. So don't get involved with Batman's personal life. It’s an emotional matter, drink something warm first and get ready, then I’ll take you to the factory to look for clues.”

Su Ming held his own cup and touched it lightly with the cup in Barbara's hand.

Sure enough, when it came to solving the case, the girl smiled again and nodded vigorously.