There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

Chapter 80, Act 1

The next step is to gain command authority.

Mickey didn't dare to switch directly to the security system's view. He was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for Qin Wei to cause a small disturbance as planned, so as to distract the security guards who were keeping a close eye on him.

Qin Wei did not rush to make a move, his eyes behind his sunglasses repeatedly checking the locations of the bank security guards.

There was one standing outside the vault passage, one standing at the entrance to the reception room, and one behind Mickey. If he wanted the plan to go smoothly, he had to attract the attention of at least two security guards, and he only had one chance.

He tapped the sofa armrest three times with his index finger; this was the secret signal he and Catwoman had agreed upon.

Selena, who was reading a novel, saw the signal and put the book back into her purse.

"Honey, I'm going to the restroom."

After getting up, she walked to Qin Wei's side, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his forehead.

There was no kiss planned, and Qin Wei strongly suspected he had been groped. He wasn't about to let this go unpunished, so as Selena turned to leave, he quietly raised his hand and slapped her firm, pert buttocks, outlined by her tight skirt.

*Snap!* A crisp sound followed by a soft cry.

Catwoman turned her head, her eyes shooting out two piercing arrows.

Ha, so even the whole plan was part of their Play?

Selena stepped out of the living room, and her eye contact with Mickey signaled the official start of the plan.

Upon arriving at the bathroom, Selena quickly walked into the corner stall, took out an apple-sized piece of foil from her bag, opened the sink cover, and hung it above her.

After finishing everything, I took a maintenance sign from the corner of the bathroom and placed it at the entrance of the stall, so that no one would enter the stall without permission.

All she's doing now is preparing Plan B. If Qin Wei's Plan A fails, she'll remotely activate this homemade thermite reaction smoke bomb.

But what if B also fails?

Don't worry, to ensure the plan's success, Qin Wei prepared two more plans, B and C.

As for Plan C, it's quite simple and brutal: if the first two plans fail, he will order his men to attack the bank with guns, and Richard, to ensure the safety of his client, will definitely take him into the blast vault.

This way, no maps or anything else are needed; they can just coordinate an attack from the inside and out to finish the job.

However, this approach also has significant drawbacks, as it would mean that Qin Wei would directly confront the situation, which would subsequently lead to a series of assassinations and retaliations.

Although Qin Wei now has his own power and no longer needs to act according to Maroni's wishes, it is still best to avoid casualties as much as possible. Therefore, he put this plan with the highest success rate last.

Selena twisted her body, laboriously removing her tight-fitting pencil skirt, changing into a plain sweatshirt, then taking off her blonde wavy wig and pulling out a long black wig from her bag. Finally, she changed into the security uniform hidden in the ceiling partition.

After a complex disguise, the wealthy young woman in the mirror disappeared, replaced by a female security guard patrolling the lobby.

However, there were only three female security guards in the lobby, and if someone saw that unfamiliar, beautiful face, the risk of exposure was still very high.

Now it's Qin Wei's turn to attract attention.

Stealing a glance at his watch, Qin Wei estimated that it was about time, then suddenly hunched over, clutching his chest in pain.

One second he was eloquently explaining the investment project, the next second Richard saw his investor groaning and collapsing to the ground, which startled him so much that he threw the folder in his hand away.

"Ah! Mr. Wei...you...what's wrong!"

The riot quickly attracted a large amount of attention, with nearly twenty security guards swarming to the railing outside the reception area, many of them drawing their pistols and cautiously looking around. Among them was Selena, who was disguised.

The security guards at the entrance of the passageway also attracted attention, craning their necks and trying to squeeze their eyes into the crowd.

However, he did not go over to observe as planned, which caused considerable trouble for Selena's actions.

Clutching against the wall and using several tall plants as cover, Selena silently crept to the edge of the passageway. The security guards only needed to turn their heads to immediately spot this thief trying to break into the vault.

There was a camera rotating every few steps in the passageway, and no signal had been given to Mickey yet, which meant that the vault's security system had not been breached.

hurry up!

Faster!

Selena, huddled in the corner, was extremely anxious.

At that moment, the security guard stood on tiptoe to observe the scene of the incident. If he turned his head slightly, he would immediately spot a cat thief trying to break into the vault.

"Boss! Boss, what's wrong? Boss!"

Just as the security guards were about to lose interest and turn away, Mickey's signal arrived belatedly.

Upon hearing the signal, Selena leaped forward, rolling to dissipate the force of her fall, and successfully slipped into the passage before the security guard could catch a glimpse of her.

The plan is halfway complete, but the situation is still far from optimistic.

"Boss" was the code word the three agreed upon to release after successfully infiltrating the bank's system. Because they were unsure of the strength of the bank's electrical grid and whether it had an anti-tracking system, Mickey made the following suggestion.

"If there's no anti-tracking, I'll just call out 'Boss.' If there is anti-tracking, every time I call out 'Boss,' it represents the number of minutes I can buy for you."

Mickey called out "Boss" three times, which means the bank's anti-tracking system could lock onto Mickey in as little as three minutes.

Selena only has three minutes to act.

By attaching Richard's fingerprint, she successfully opened the vault door.

……

Qin Wei opened his eyes slightly to confirm that Selena had successfully infiltrated the vault.

Now it was his turn to show off his acting skills and buy time for his teammates.

"My heart... my heart..."

He mumbled intermittently, accompanied by irregular twitching of his limbs, arching his body like a shrimp just pulled from a net.

Anyone who saw Qin Wei with his flushed face and throbbing temples would instinctively think he was a pitiful patient with an acute heart attack, including Richard, of course.

"Jock, call 911 right now, and ask around to see if anyone has any heart medication!"

As Richard spoke, he pressed his ear against Qin Wei's chest.

But he didn't hear a heartbeat at all:

"It's over, the person is beyond saving!"

Realizing that his commission might be lost, the man almost couldn't catch his breath. He mustered his strength, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to perform CPR on Qin Wei.

He pressed down on Qin Wei's chest several times with his hands crossed, and found that Qin Wei's chest was ridiculously hard, just like his mother's steel plate.

Unconvinced, he tore open the other man's clothes again, and the black bat armor beneath the shirt was like a resounding slap in his face—Lucius Technology, kid!

No wonder there was no heartbeat; there was something between us!

Richard then ordered his men to hold Qin Wei down, and seven or eight security guards struggled to remove the Batsuit for a long time.

Unable to take off his clothes? That makes sense, since Qin Wei was subtly exerting his strength.

Seeing that he couldn't get his clothes off, Richard wiped his mouth.

If CPR fails, then start artificial respiration!

Those filthy white gloves eventually touched Qin Wei, and not just his hands, but his mouth was pried open.

Whether it was psychological or not, Qin Wei seemed to be able to smell the urine on the gloves.

But what he found even harder to accept than that was Richard's lips that were getting closer and closer.

Just when he was in despair, a can of spray was handed to Richard.

"My husband was just having an asthma attack. You were undressing and kissing him. What exactly were you trying to do to him?!"

Beneath the black veil of her sun hat, Selena's brows were furrowed, her icy gaze piercing Richard's soul.