A paper airplane drifted softly onto his shoe.
"Appearing out of thin air," the Orphan reminded him. Her observation skills would never miss a palm-sized paper airplane.
It's an invisible friend.
Timothy picked up the paper airplane, ducked into a corner, and, biting down on a small flashlight, unfolded the paper airplane.
A piece of lined paper torn from a notebook featured a diagram of the cruise ship's interior, with an area near the botanical zone circled, containing a drawing of a small fish and two stick figures.
Friend.
Colt chewed on the word.
Timothy lacked vigilance.
Every three-year-old in Gotham knows not to pick up things of unknown origin, not to believe that windfall will fall from the sky.
But Timothy said he was a friend.
Colt tightened his backpack and poked his head out from behind the wall. After seeing Timothy's back as he ran in the right direction, he finally turned around to search for Vibranium.
Timothy ran quite fast; if he wore a cape, he would look like a little bird in flight.
In the warehouse, a group of men in black were urgently moving goods.
The statue concealing the Vibranium stands three meters tall and weighs five tons.
Following the navigation from the Quantum Terminal, Colt quickly found the target that met the criteria. The statue, shrouded in black cloth, was already hanging from a small crane, about to be loaded into the large truck.
Colt tried to grab the statue and pull it into his Ghost Field.
His hand passed right through it.
Colt refused to believe it and reached his hand inside the statue.
Hands passing through, hands passing through.
People passing through, people passing through.
Colt took a deep breath.
Well, it's not his own money, he's not using his own identity, so the things he buys can't be touched, his mental strength can't cover them either. It's perfectly reasonable for Ghost, which is why his father was worried he would starve to death.
It doesn't matter; the Flying Skateboard has a payload capacity of 10 tons, so he can just take it by force.
Bring it home for Dad to go over once, just like hairy crabs bathed in Yangcheng Lake, it just needs a new label.
Author's Note:
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Chapter 7
Colt counted the heads at the scene; due to the previous consumption, there wasn't enough anesthetic left to knock out everyone in the warehouse.
Wait until they're being transported?
Colt was thinking when the warehouse suddenly went dark. The lights went out, thick smoke rose, immediately, screams, coughing, the sounds of impacts erupted all at once.
It's Batman!
Watch out, Batman!
Didn't the boss say Batman was up there?
“..”
(..) Good evening, Penguin cubs. Gotham isn't just about Batman!" A raspy electronic voice rang out alongside the sound of gunfire: "The Outlaws happen to be short a ship, this one barely does justice to Red Hood.
Boom!
Damn it, Bizarro, don't damage our ship!
He's red, thanks.
Wait, what are you holding? Handle it with care! Handle it with care!
Colt: He's holding my Vibranium!
The massive demon tossed the crane and the statue aside like a ball.
Colt performed a flying kick, his Flying Skateboard surging forward to catch the statue.
No, the weight is wrong!
The Flying Skateboard can measure weight; the statue is over a thousand kilograms lighter, which is close to the weight of this batch of Vibranium!
Was that a flying skateboard just now?
Red Hood moved with lightning speed, running toward the statue.
Colt moved in a straight line, one step faster than Red Hood; he pressed down on the Flying Skateboard and poured his mental power into it.
The Flying Skateboard vanished in an instant, the statue, which had been abruptly halted mid-air, fell once again.
Red Hood braked sharply and tumbled, avoiding being crushed by the statue, then flipped himself up and crawled to his feet, drawing a longsword that looked as if it were burning from within his body.
He slowly approached the stopped, rolling statue and used the tip of his sword to gently lift a corner of the black cloth.
Tsk.
Red Hood let out a sound of disgust, his tense body relaxed slightly.
He sheathed his longsword back into his body, raised his hand to fire a shot to knock unconscious the man in black who was attempting to ambush him from behind, then tore away the black cloth wrapped around the statue. Beneath the black cloth was a bronze Maneki-neko statue, with a hole opened in its protruding belly, revealing a dark, hollow space.
Red Hood shone a flashlight into the interior of the statue for a few looks, then pressed his fingers against the back of his ear to communicate with someone.
Little Red, your intelligence is incorrect. This bronze statue is very new, there is no evil, mystical power upon it. I suspect the rumors about the Evil God statue were intentionally leaked to protect whatever is inside the statue's belly.
An anomaly? Does a Flying Skateboard appearing out of thin air count as.. what kind of skateboard? An Iron Man style, without a person in sight.. The cut on the statue is very fresh, it should be within one to two days, but the exact time requires detailed testing..
Colt thrust his head directly into the statue and used his mental power to scan the interior, seeing layers of lead, sponge, fixed steel frames, but nothing of Vibranium.
"Search all surveillance records! Find the person who stole my Vibranium!" Colt issued the command, the words generated by his brainwaves being amplified and bolded by his emotions.
The Quantum Terminal had ample computing power, Watchin was intelligent enough. Based on the time periods where the corresponding surveillance footage showed anomalies, the AI used big data calculations to conclude that the warehouse guard had stolen the goods himself. Vibranium has a very high density; one thousand kilograms is only equivalent to a few large bricks, it was transported off the Diamond Princess by a vehicle delivering fresh fruits and vegetables at 5:03 PM today.
[Continue searching. Allow the use of all network equipment to conduct a carpet-style search under the premise of concealing yourself, until the Vibranium is found.]
Gotham has a vast number of surveillance systems, but most are private, making them highly ineffective. Most Gothamites learn how to evade surveillance from the moment they learn to walk; in the East End, ghost stories still circulate about certain cults selecting living sacrifices based on surveillance blind spots.
Colt had to tap into Batman's surveillance system.
What belongs to Batman belongs to Wayne, what belongs to Wayne belongs to his father, what belongs to his father belongs to him.
Family members of the employees, that makes perfect sense.
During the wait, Colt circled around the Diamond Princess.
Batman held the upper hand in the war between Penguin and Black Mask, fighting both of them at once.
The Merfolk and the Mutants had already been rescued. Timothy had been separated from the Orphan and was busy pulling a tutu over his body.
Colt crouched on the Flying Skateboard, resting his chin in his hands as he watched intently.
He rarely went out and had little experience; this was his first time seeing someone transform, he realized those massive breasts were actually padded! It was simply amazing!
Timothy lowered his head to adjust his chest, his lips pressed into a straight line as he struggled to ignore the glowing Ghost in front of him. But Ghost actively pressed right under his nose, her nose nearly touching his hand, she even went too far by reaching out to trace her curves.
That gaze is too ***!
Timothy took a half-step back and stared directly at Ghost, but Ghost still did not flinch or look away.
Colt had a good sense of self-awareness; Timothy certainly wasn't looking at him.
Timothy looked at the glaring Wayne logo on Ghost's backpack, then at the white lab coat Ghost was wearing, which also bore the Wayne logo. He had thought searching for Ghost would be a brain-burning detective game, but instead, the other party didn't even bother to hide, directly delivering clues right under his nose, as if they were afraid he wouldn't see them.
Timothy sighed: It's too easy.
Colt nodded with an understanding expression: "With a waist that small, you really are holding your breath."
Timothy withdrew his gaze, took off his sunglasses, touched his face; his handsome features suddenly became exquisite and glamorous, the youth transformed into a magnificent socialite.
Colt's eyes lit up.
He recognized this: the Micro-electronic Probe Mask!
If you want a certain kind of face, you can simply mold it, but it's easy to detect anomalies during the process. It would be much better if it were replaced with a holographic interactive interface, which could even directly modify body shape and attire, provided that the interactive holographic projector could first be shrunk down to a portable size.
Timothy put on a wig, then opened a folding fan to cover half of his face, smiled at Colt.
His ice-blue eyes narrowed, looking like a fox.
Colt watched Timothy's swaying figure as he walked away in high heels, following him like a balloon on a string.
Timothy blended into the banquet hall.
The battle here was nearing its end, many wounded lay on the floor amidst the shards of broken chandeliers. The out-of-town tourists huddled together in terror like a cluster of quails seeking warmth, while the locals skillfully occupied various concealed areas, the least prepared of them wielding dining knives as weapons.
Some people were looking for rope to help Batman tie up the defeated people, while others were holding up their phones to livestream the scene.
Colt pulled out his phone, also wanting to take a photo.
"No!" Timothy suddenly cried out, tumbling through the broken window and falling into the sea.
"It wasn't me! I just recognized her as Wayne's companion and wanted to say hello, I didn't push her!" The middle-aged man near Timothy recoiled.
Colt rushed off the cruise ship, only to see a series of splashes; Batman and Red Hood were faster than him, already jumping into the water one after another to save the person.
Wait, it looked like Red Hood had been accidentally knocked into the sea by his companion; he was cursing under his breath and even kicked Batman a few times when he tried to save him, while Batman grabbed him by the collar and he pulled on Batman's cape..
They were busy fighting underwater.
Where is Timothy?
Colt dove underwater on his flying skateboard.
Timothy, like a lithe Merfolk, slipped into a silent, pitch-black submarine, shed his heavy clothes and wig, sat in the cockpit.
Colt poked his head through the hatch to look inside, only to see Timothy sitting at the console, skillfully maneuvering the submarine.
Wow, cool!
[Vibranium location detected, starting navigation. Autopilot activated, proceeding in a straight line, ignoring obstacles..]