Just then, a faint rustling sound came from around the corner not far away.
Chief Luo Bu instantly froze, his heart leaping to his throat, the disc in his hand almost slipping.
His body moved faster than his mind; he didn't have time to think, his body instinctively turned, and he quickly hid in the shadows of the corner.
No way, he didn't want to expose the fact that he was colluding with someone to steal things.
After a while, several figures slowly emerged.
These people were clad in black armor, their chests bearing a pale purple hourglass emblem that mirrored the disc in his hand, and the stark, mechanical texture exuded an even greater sense of oppression in the dim light.
Chief Luo Bu's tense shoulders instantly relaxed, and he stepped out from the corner, but couldn't help but grumble, "Why are you all so elusive? You almost scared the life out of me!"
"For safety," the voice of the Tiangong Society member at the forefront came from his helmet, carrying a familiar mechanical quality, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. "Time is short, open the door."
Chief Luo Bu's smile instantly froze on his face.
He coughed awkwardly twice, his gaze shifting uneasily, and he stammered, "Uh… I don't have the key. To ensure safety, only Gordon and Harvey have the key to this room."
As he spoke, his voice grew softer and softer, finally becoming almost a mumble, his face filled with embarrassment.
Of course, as the Director, he originally had one too, but… Gordon said he didn't trust him and forcibly took it away.
The Tiangong Society member was silent for a moment, sighed, and then reached for his waist, pulling a key from a small pouch on his belt, deftly slipping it into the Director's hand.
Chief Luo Bu looked at the key in his hand suspiciously, and under the gaze of the Tiangong Society members, he inserted the key into the lock.
With a gentle turn, a "click" was heard, and the door lock was indeed opened.
His eyes lit up, and he pushed open the door and walked inside.
The Tiangong Society members followed him in.
He turned on the lights, and the incandescent bulbs in the room emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the room filled with black leather cases piled up like small mountains.
One of the Tiangong Society members opened a box, confirming that it was full of U.S. dollars.
But looking at such a large pile of boxes, the Director couldn't help but swallow his saliva, somewhat nervously asking the Tiangong Society member beside him, "This is a full billion in cash. Moving it will cause quite a stir."
"We have a way," the Tiangong Society member at the head said concisely. He scanned the surroundings, his gaze finally settling on a window sealed with steel plates.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that the welded parts were still reflecting light, clearly having been welded recently.
There was another window next to him, but like this one, it was also welded shut with steel plates.
Chief Luo Bu also looked at these two windows, and then remembered that Gordon had indeed mentioned applying to install steel plates on the windows of the evidence room.
It was probably around 3 AM.
And this window was an old-fashioned type that could only be locked from the inside; it was impossible to open it from the outside unless the window was broken.
Of course, if you've been exposed to gamma radiation, or have a watch that can turn you into a four-armed brute, then disregard what I said.
The Tiangong Society member fastened the buckles of the money box and came to the window.
He directly opened the window, and a cold wind immediately poured into the room, making Chief Luo Bu shiver uncontrollably.
The Tiangong Society member looked down at the ground floor, then unhesitatingly picked up a box of banknotes, and with a swing of his arm, the money box fell straight down.
Seeing this, Chief Luo Bu's heart tightened, and he instinctively rushed to open another window, leaning out to look down. He saw a black truck that had appeared at some point in the alley behind the Gotham Police Department, its entire cargo bed open and padded with thick cushioning. The money boxes landed inside without making a sound.
Next, the Tiangong Society members moved in unison, dropping boxes of banknotes one after another.
These money boxes were very large; about 10 boxes would fill a truck.
Of course, it might also be out of concern that they would collide and cause damage, so basically after about 10 boxes were loaded, the truck would drive away, and within 20 seconds, a new truck would reposition itself, taking over from the previous one to continue receiving the wealth falling from the sky.
Soon, all the money was dropped down.
The 1 billion in cash filled over 30 boxes, and at this point, it was the 4th truck below that was receiving them.
Chief Luo Bu had just opened his mouth, about to marvel at the thoroughness of the Tiangong Society's actions, when he saw several figures in battle armor deftly flip out of the window, plummeting like black arrows straight towards the truck below.
And none of them suffered any accidents, landing as smoothly and lightly on the cushioning pads as the money boxes, completely unharmed, without even making a sound.
Under Rob's gaze, the metal plate on the truck's roof slowly closed, enclosing the Tiangong Society members and the enormous wealth within.
With a low rumble of the engine, the vehicle slowly moved, quickly disappearing into the depths of the night.
And on the distant street, red and blue police lights cut through the darkness, as several police cars drove back towards the Gotham Police Department.
Noticing this, Chief Luo Bu's heart suddenly leaped to his throat, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
He frantically tugged at his collar, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.
He re-closed the window, then quickly went to the evidence room door and carefully locked it again.
After triple-checking the position of the police cars and listening to the sound of vehicles entering the underground garage from downstairs, ensuring that everyone would not come up for a while, he pressed against the wall and stealthily moved towards the side door of the Gotham Police Department.
Pushing open the door and stepping out, Rob didn't want to delay, quickening his pace towards the bar where he had arranged to establish an alibi… The rare morning sun pierced through the glass curtain wall of the Gotham Police Department, casting dappled light and shadow on the dusty corridor.
Chief Luo Bu, for the first time in a long time, arrived at the Gotham Police Department with a cheerful mood.
Unlike usual, today the Gotham Police Department was permeated with a suffocating silence.
In the usually bustling office area, the Police Officers sat with their heads down, not saying a word.
"Yo, why are you all just sitting here? Not working?" Chief Luo Bu smiled. "What happened that you all look so glum?"
Gordon, head bowed, sat silently there and explained to the Director, "That billion-dollar sponsorship from the Wayne Family was stolen."
"What?!" Chief Luo Bu's briefcase fell to the ground with a "thud," scattering papers everywhere. He widened his eyes, his mouth hanging open for a long time, his face filled with perfectly timed shock. "How could it have been stolen? Weren't you two watching it all the time?"
Harvey sneered, flicking the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray: "Yesterday, the Maroni gang and the Tiangong Society had a shootout in the city center, and all of us were dispatched to the scene."
He deliberately emphasized the words "all of us," his gaze like a knife piercing Chief Luo Bu.
"By the time we returned, the evidence room was already empty."
Chief Luo Bu slammed his hand on the table, making the papers fly up. He widened his eyes, deliberately stern, his voice full of authority: "Nonsense! How could such important valuables be left unguarded? Where has all your vigilance gone? How could you two, who were responsible for guarding it, just leave like that?"