Chapter 29 :Charity Gala

And this was a smoke bomb deliberately designed by Jason.

 In fact, he knew in his heart that killing bad guys all the time would definitely make Gordon suspicious.

 Furthermore, I have transformed into all kinds of terrifying demons.

 Who is the butcher who only catches the bad guys?

 Therefore, we must spread fear equally and appropriately use good people as smoke bombs.

 Of course it is impossible to kill indiscriminately.

 It's about making others feel that they are really cruel and merciless.

 But in fact, challenging tasks are deliberately reduced in difficulty.

 It leaves the opponent the opportunity to survive more easily.

 As for how effective he can be, it doesn't matter, as long as he can confuse you a little.

 A night of silence.

 At eight o'clock at night the next day, Jason rushed to the work site as scheduled.

 "Mason Hotel"

 It is one of the most exclusive hotels in Gotham. Tonight's jewelry benefit reception will be held on the fifth floor.

 At this time many dignitaries had arrived.

 Each of them is a prominent figure and often appears in the news.

 He took the elevator to the fifth floor and the doorman stopped him at the lobby entrance.

 "Hello sir, please show me his invitation."

 "Alright"

 reported his identifying information.

 After making inquiries, the guard learned that he was here for work and instructed him to go backstage to change clothes.

 He puts on a black work suit, and walks out with the plate of wine glasses and begins to work formally.

 He walked down the hallway.

 Thousands of square meters of space were filled with men and women attending the banquet, among them many young women of good appearance and great figure.

 Even if you can't flirt, you can still have a visual taste.

 At least it's not boring anymore.

 He soon had all the wine glasses taken off his plate and he returned backstage to replenish the merchandise and continue.

 At eight thirty the reception officially began.

 All the guests arrived, at least hundreds of them.

 In the middle of the hall, there were several display cases containing expensive gems of many colors.

 Several armed security personnel stood by.

 At this moment, a noble man in his sixties came on stage.

 He gestured for everyone to be quiet: "Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for coming to the party tonight, thank you very much."

 Bang bang bang.

 All the guests applauded symbolically.

 The old man continued: "All profits generated from today's auction will be used for charity."

 "We have an obligation to contribute to Gotham City and help citizens in need..."

 He spoke at length, and the guests pretended to listen. In fact, he doesn't take it seriously.

 I've heard too many kind words and I'm already too lazy to listen.

 Also, on the surface it is a charity, but in reality they know very well what it is about.

 Otherwise, it won't come.

 Jason in the corner wanted to laugh too.

 What you say is better than what you sing, but it's really about business.

 Even Gotham is like that.

 If you really want to do good deeds, you need auctions and exchanges.

 Let's not talk about big things for now: buying some food and drink for those really poor people is better than anything else.

 Those who came today were rich men or high-ranking officials and they clearly knew the real situation.

 Are you still using the so-called communication?

 Ten minutes later, the old man finished his speech and everyone applauded with hypocritical smiles on his faces.

 Then comes the time for free communication, which consists of developing connections between us.

 He dragged the plate and worked hard, thinking that the party would end quickly and he could make money.

 In fact, this kind of high-level class meeting is also an opportunity for him, it would be great to make friends with one or two people.

 But that's just a thought.

 People like him, a waiter with no money and no power, people didn't even look at him.

 After working like this for a long time, his sharp eyes suddenly discovered an unexpected situation.

 I saw a female member not far away.

 Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and even though she was dressed in matching work clothes, he still couldn't hide her perfect figure that bulged back and forth.

 Every time she passes by a place, men will be unconsciously attracted to her and women will become jealous.

 And she faced all eyes with calm and tranquility.

 There is an inexplicable temperament.

 Jason took a closer look and felt as if he had seen her somewhere.

 But thinking about it, I have no idea.

 I can only think that I thought too much and made the mistake of meeting beautiful women again.

 A few minutes later, the two crossed paths.

 He smelled a pleasant, but strange smell coming from the woman.

 I couldn't help but take another look at the back. Well, it's amazing.

 Soon it was nine o'clock.

 The old man came on stage to give a speech again, which meant that networking time was over and auction time had begun.

 "These jewels are carefully carved by masters. They are not only of great value, but also of great importance to the collection."

 Now, let me tell you the rules of the auction..."

 He introduced with a smile, and everyone listened attentively. the explanation of the rules.

 At the same time, two black vans stopped in front of the hotel, and eight burly men got out of the car and entered the hotel.

 One of them was wearing a color-blocked suit and a wide cowboy hat, and it was hard to tell what he looked like.

 They took the elevator to the fifth floor, showed their invitations, and easily entered the reception.

 At the same time, he silently closed the door from inside.

 As everyone was watching the old man speak in front, they did not notice the eight new people arriving.

 The man in the cowboy hat looked around him and then raised his left hand.

 The other seven companions suddenly took out submachine guns from their arms and fired several shots at the ceiling.

 Ta-ta-ta-ta!

 Huge, sudden gunshots echoed throughout the hallway and everyone turned around in shock.

 "Ah——!!"

 After seeing the glowing weapons, they realized what happened.

 The women were so scared that they immediately screamed, and the men were so scared that they broke out in a cold sweat.

 Seeing this, the five security personnel wanted to take out their weapons and fight back, but they were the first to die.

 "Everyone put your hands up and shut your mouth!"

 Seven men with weapons shouted loudly, and they all immediately closed their mouths and raised their hands sensibly.

 Jason also cooperated silently.

 This sudden situation was something he didn't expect, but he wasn't too nervous or scared.

 After all, it's Gotham, this is normal.

 Are you guessing who the other person is? Is it some supervillain?

 The huge living room was silent at this moment and no one dared to move or speak.

 The natives of Gotham are used to this kind of thing and know what to do.

 At this moment, the man wearing the cowboy hat took off his hat to reveal his true appearance.

 When they saw his face, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.

 Jason was also surprised and pleasantly surprised.

 Well!

 I didn't expect it to be him?!

 I saw that this man was not only wearing a suit of the same color, with the left side black and the right side white.

 His shoes and ties are also black on the left and white on the right.

 This is nothing, the most important thing is his face.

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