Phantom Thief Kidd

Chapter 154 Infiltrating Gotham
"What did you say?"

Harry's face was full of surprise but disbelief.

"Has Mr. J really escaped?"

"But why didn't he come to me... No, how do I know if you are lying to me?"

The surprise expression on Harry's face disappeared in an instant, and replaced with a scrutinizing expression.

"You haven't been imprisoned in Arkham, how do you know what happened in the madhouse? Cobblepot."

She is the kind of person who can suddenly change her temperament anytime, anywhere.

"We don't have to lie to you about this."

At this time, Deadshooter stood up to testify, and he was also the only trustworthy guy among these people present.

Although Floyd is a murderer, as long as you can afford the money, he dares to kill anyone. It is possible that one second he helped you kill the enemy, and the next second you will transfer money because of the enemy's death. And was killed.

No professional ethics at all.

Ordinary professional killers will not take orders from their own clients,
But death shot's reputation doesn't

"The clown has been imprisoned in the deepest floor of the asylum from the beginning to the end, and he is the only one locked there..."

"Oh my God! Mr. J must have been lonely all these years, he needs my company."

Hearing this, Harry's mood changed again, she was almost crying.

"I didn't accompany him when he needed it most, no wonder he didn't want to see me after he came out, wow wow wow, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Mr.J..."

Harry suddenly burst into tears.

Penguin: "..."

Black Mask: "..."

Deadshot: "..."

Bain: "..."

scarecrow:"……"

"So, when did Mr.J leave the madhouse?"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and then said in unison.

"we do not know……"

"There's no one around here, make sure it's safe, come up."

Gotham, an uninhabited beach around Port Miller.

A black and white puppy suddenly crawled to the shore from the sea. It first looked around, and then sniffed everywhere on the beach with its nose.

After confirming that no one was nearby, Charlie called into the sea.

"Phew, it almost suffocated me."

Maggison, who was wearing a diving suit, came ashore from below the surface of the sea and took a few mouthfuls of air.

Yes, he swam directly from New York to Gotham with Charlie not long ago.

After all, you can't take a vehicle, you can't use the hang glider, and the teleportation distance is too short.

It would be nice to be invisible, but Maggison doesn't know this kind of magic.

Taken together, the easiest way is to just swim over.

It took a full four hours of swimming to reach the vicinity of Miller Harbor. Of course, it is impossible for normal humans to hold their breath for so long.

So before setting off, Maggison made a few magic talismans, allowing him and Charlie to temporarily rely on pores to inhale air from the sea water so that they would not drown.

Maggison's current physical strength is amazing, and he doesn't feel out of strength after swimming for four hours. Charlie is often tired, and Maggison will swim with him at this time.

When a person and a dog are about to arrive at the port, the effect of the magic talisman will naturally disappear.

But they can't go up directly from the port, because Miller Port has already been occupied by countless gangsters.

It’s impossible not to go up here. Port Miller is the closest port from New York to Gotham in a straight line. It will take a lot of time to disembark from other places.

McKesson didn't have that much time to consume, so he started looking for a relatively secluded location to go ashore near Miller Harbor.

Let Charlie go up to investigate the situation first, after all no one will suspect a cute puppy.

Even if you bump into an enemy, there will be no problem.

In fact, this is already the third suitable location for landing that Maggison has found.

If he couldn't find a suitable place, he could only force his way into Port Miller.

"Leave here quickly, someone's smell is approaching here, and you will see us in 2 minutes!"

Suddenly, Charlie's nose moved, and the patrol was about to arrive.

Hearing this, Maggison immediately looked down and saw that the sand was covered with footprints of himself and Charlie.

There is no time to clear the footprints in the remaining time.

Once this is seen, the news that outsiders have entered Gotham cannot be concealed.

"I can't control that much, I can only try that method."

Without time to think about it, Maggison picked up Charlie and quickly ran out of the beach.

More than a minute passed.

Maggison quickly turned around as soon as he stepped off the sand, and stretched out his hand facing the long series of footprints behind him.

"Restored!"

A miraculous scene happened.

I saw that starting from the foot of Maggison, the footprints running along the way and the footprints left on the beach at first all disappeared, and the sand returned to the state where no one had stepped on it.

However, only Maggison's footprints disappeared, and Charlie's paw prints on the shore could not be erased.

Now we can only hope that the patrol guys are not so suspicious that they have to ring the alarm when they see the paw prints left by dogs.

Ten seconds later, a group of gangsters came over.

McKesson and Charlie immediately hid behind the shipping container next to them.

"Wait, look, someone seems to have stepped on a lot of footprints there!"

Sure enough, someone found Charlie's paw prints when he first arrived.

"You two, go and see what's going on."

The leader of the team spoke.

"I don't know how to explain, but these don't look like human footprints..."

"Can you fucking make it clear what does not look like human footprints, is it possible that you want to say that a bigfoot ran on our beach?"

The leader was a little upset by the ambiguous description given by his subordinates.

"While it may be hard to believe, I'm sure these are dog footprints."

The subordinate who spoke just now continued.

"Why not a cat?"

Another subordinate who was with him asked back.

"No no no, I'm sure it's a dog, because my grandma used to have a lot of dogs, so I know."

"But don't you think the paw prints are too small? More like cat's."

"Some breeds of dogs are smaller than cats, and you can't tell a cat from a dog by the size of the paw prints."

The subordinate who claimed that his grandma had raised many dogs spoke eloquently, with a strong self-confidence blooming in his eyes.

"If you look closely at these prints, can you see that there are pointed protrusions on each toe, which is only the case with dog footprints, because cats will put their paws away when they walk, so the footprints left are generally only Leaving soles and toes..."

"You two idiots!"

The leader roared at the two of them.

"I don't care what stray cat or dog is on the beach, we don't have time for these little things!"

"Come back quickly and continue patrolling!"

Soon, the patrol disappeared from Maggison's view.

"Charlie, let's go now."

(End of this chapter)