Ziliang inserted his hand into his messy hair and scratched him fiercely.

"It doesn't feel right in this version of Gotham City. Is there something wrong with the 'compass'?"

He muttered and began to pat the notebook in his hand hard, as if he was knocking on the TV that suddenly lost the signal. But in the end, he didn't take any photos, so he could only sigh and put it in his pocket.

Then, Ziliang kicked the ground with his feet and let the chair slide in front of a hostage...

After a while, everyone has made it clear that as long as they cooperate, the doctor in a white coat will not kill people. So when they see Ziliang's actions, everyone subconsciously shrank and did not scream.

"Brother, do you have any cigarettes?" Ziliang asked.

In front of him was a typical office worker, suit, tie, fat, bald, purple lips, and gray-yellow nails. When you see such a person, you will ask him if he has cigarettes. Eight out of ten will say there is, and the remaining two say there is no one, because they don’t want to give it to you.

Sure enough, the man nodded immediately, took out a pack of cigarettes, and handed them to Ziliang.

Ziliang also took the whole bag into his pocket without hesitation, then lit it with his own lighter, and took a deep breath.

"Do you know Mr. Bruce Wayne?" he asked.

"Bruce Wayne..." The office worker repeated it, as if he was searching for a memory of a thing that had not been used for a long time: "Ah! Of course he knew it, but he had been dead, for many years."

Ziliang's face suddenly became depressed, and then he took a deep revenge and sucked a strong mouthful of cigarettes. This mouthful made him feel decadent after the hard-working migrant workers were owed their wages.

To be honest, I have been in this world for three months, and there are robberies, murders, explosions, etc. every day. He thought that this is the daily life here. In addition, Ziliang was lazy in his small hospital all day long. He really realized until now that the man named "Bruce Wayne" was dead...

Of course, the reason why this thing that should have been discovered long ago has only been understood now is that Ziliang himself does not know much about "Gotham". He has experienced too many worlds and has no intention of thinking about one of them. In fact, he didn't vaguely know from his notebook half a month ago that there was a rich man named Bruce Wayne, who was actually the weirdo who called himself "Batman".

......

Time passed a little while.

Soon, the phone ringing rang. Ziliang walked out and came to another person, who cooperated to hand over the phone.

Ziliang answered the phone: "Hello, hello."

"Hello Ziliang, I am the director of the Gotham Police Department, Jim Gordon." A very deep male voice came from the phone.

"Ahh, I have been recognizing Daming for a long time." Ziliang said lazily.

Just finished speaking!

A gunshot was heard,

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Bastard! What are you doing?" Director Gordon was startled, and his voice seemed very angry and panicked.

After Ziliang identified the gunshots and shouts coming from the other party's microphone, he nodded with satisfaction: "Oh, nothing, I'm just confirming if you're really outside."

"You...well, stop doing this!" Gordon said angrily: "I have learned about the general situation from Officer Hill. You are a smart person, so you should already understand that you cannot escape. Since you have not killed people so far and have not caused any losses, so as long as you surrender, I can guarantee that you will plead with the judge for you and give you the minimum sentence!" His tone of speech was extremely sincere, and he deliberately lowered his tone and created an atmosphere of "this matter is very reliable".

"Ah, thank you for your kindness." Ziliang muttered: "But I don't want to win your affection, and now you have to figure it out, I have the final say here."

"Okay, you have the final say." Director Gordon said in a deep voice. In fact, he was also very clear that the promises just now would not bring any changes in the situation. In fact, as long as there is no hostage as a bargaining chip, all the promises of the police are almost farts: "Then now I have come here as you wish, and you have to show some sincerity."

"Hahaha--" Ziliang suddenly laughed: "It turns out to be an expert, okay, let's talk."

"I need to confirm the safety of the hostages!"

"Of course," Ziliang said: "And not only do I want to tell you the safety of the hostages, I will also release the hostages directly."

"What!" Such an answer surprised Director Gordon. For a moment, he thought he had heard it wrong.

"Yes, you heard it right. I will release the hostages. Just give me some time to prepare. During this period, you must also ensure that you stay honestly and not violate the rules. That's it... Then, goodbye." At this point, the phone was immediately hung up.

All the guards were looked at each other by this sudden change, and they seemed to have never expected that the robbery would be resolved so smoothly.

......

......

After about 5 minutes.

With a sudden creaking sound, the door that was originally closed in the bank opened.

At the same time, the scene in front of them also surprised everyone slightly. They saw a man kneeling inside the door, wearing a police uniform, his head was buckled with a paper bag for money, his hands were tied, and a sign was hung on his chest with a number: "31". There was also a line of small characters below, but because it was a bit far away, it was hard to see clearly.

"Typescope, telescope!" Director Gordon yelled.

The person next to him was in a panic and quickly took a telescope. Gordon immediately put it in front of him and looked at the note on the hostage's chest. Under the huge "31", it reads - [Please call me] a few words like this.

"Damn, what is this bastard doing?" Gordon cursed to himself, then picked up the phone and immediately called the number he had just made again...

The phone was quickly connected, and Ziliang's voice came from inside: "Hi, Director Gordon, the hostage you want."

Gordon pressed his voice: "This is just one person, I want to make sure the safety of all hostages, and you said that you will release them!"

"I know, I know..." Ziliang said in an impatient tone, and then suddenly raised his voice: "Okay, the one at the door, you can leave!"
Chapter completed!