Chapter 80: Gotham Auction

Gotham City.

The black Rolls-Royce drove into a path at the back of a square building and stopped, with towering buildings on both sides. The only sunlight that shines through the perennial haze in the Gotham sky is almost completely blocked by these tall buildings. This is a one-way street, so narrow that perhaps it shouldn't be open to traffic, and Gotham's unique shadowy formations are blowing from the opposite side.

However, it is in this forgotten alley of Gotham that high-end sports cars of various world-renowned brands have gathered, as if modern aristocrats from all over the world have gracefully stepped out of the heavy doors, men in suits and leather shoes, with shiny hair. Water slippery, women wrapped in mink skins are radiant, and their bare skin reveals a healthy white luster.

Rolls-Royce also joined them, extinguishing the engine at the gate where the luxury cars gathered. When the car door opened, Bruce Wayne walked out with a slender, long-legged blonde Russian beauty. He showed a handsome white invitation to the waiter in front of the door, and then walked away with the Russian beauty. Go in.

A huge crystal chandelier is hung in the lobby of the building, and the flashy atmosphere fills the open space. The dome, which is more than 30 meters above the ground, is designed as a hemispherical recessed upward, with various paintings of different styles on the walls.

Bruce embraced the Russian beauty and rushed in with all the distinguished guests, and met an acquaintance near the escalator.

"Mr. Wayne?"

Bruston stopped, turned his head, and saw a middle-aged man in a brown suit walking in his direction. He is combing simple and capable blond hair, and his body is straight. Compared with other wealthy children, he has a strong pace.

Ai Di Cardwell, the CEO of Gotham's local Cardwell Company. Although the size of the company is not as large as Wayne's, it can be regarded as one of the leaders in Gotham's local area. Wayne also has many of them. Business dealings.

"It's really unexpected that I would meet you in a place like this, Mr. Wayne." Cardwell smiled and walked forward, and shook Bruce's hand.

"I think I can say the same thing." Bruce put on his usual standard smile.

"I assume you know that in this auction here today, most of the items in circulation are things that are not permitted by law." Cardwell still has a smile on his face, but he keeps his eyes on it. Looking into Bruce's eyes, "Is there anything Mr Wayne is interested in?"

Bruce shrugged: "Who knows, I'm not sure. Of course I know what the auctions are here, but you have to know that when you have so much wealth that you want to buy anything but a thought, you I can't help but want to get things that I can't buy normally."

"It makes sense." Cardwell nodded, but still did not look away from his eyes. "But you are sure...not for the treasure that is the finale today? Just me. As you know, today, it's rare to say that half of the guests came from all over the United States or even the world, just to take pictures of that thing. Mr. Wayne... are you sure it wasn't for it?"

Bruce and him looked at each other for a long time, then the corner of his mouth twitched and he chuckled.

"Of course, I am sure that almost everyone has a reason to want it." He said, "Don't you have it? Mr. Cardwell?"

Cardwell smiled and nodded, no longer entangled in the subject, and instead said, "Let's go, Mr. Wayne, the auction will start soon."

Bruce's location is in the VIP room on the third floor. He personally chose this room because the stand that opens out here has an excellent viewing angle, and he can see the entire hall from this location.

The auctioneer in a black tuxedo quickly walked out from behind the scenes. He moistened his throat, introduced himself to all the guests skillfully and fluently, and then simply kicked off the auction.

Until the auctioneer revealed today's penultimate lot, the atmosphere of the venue remained tepid. Most of the lots so far are cultural relics and antiques. The legitimacy of a few of them is still controversial. However, no one will pursue the legitimacy of any lot that appears in this special auction-at least No before leaving the venue, this is an unnecessary convention.

If you look at this private room from the outside, most people will only find that Bruce Wayne is focused all the time on the bluster Russian beauty in his arms, but he doesn't know that his sharp eyes have been wandering around the entire venue. He pasted a high-tech electronic pupil on the pupil of his left eye, projecting a display that only he could see on his retina. He adjusted his field of vision to a high-powered telescope and looked at everyone in the meeting very carefully.

"I still don't understand. What is the connection between participating in an unregistered auction and our investigation, sir." Alfred mumbled through his wireless earplugs, "You don't have to sell it, just tell me what you are playing. What abacus."

"You'll know soon, Alfred." Bruce said flatly, completely ignoring the blonde beauty beside him. In fact, compared with the supermodels who usually accompany Bruce, this Russian beauty is just a second-line ballet dancer. The reason why Bruce picked her to hide from others is because he is convinced that this girl does not understand English at all, so he can Talk to Alfred freely in the middle of the auction.

"Well, it's up to you, sir."

At this point, the auctioneer's hammer fell heavily, confirming that the penultimate painting was taken away for 14 million U.S. dollars, and there was an orderly and courteous sound in the hall. Applause, even Bruce Wayne temporarily let go of the beauties around him and clapped with everyone.

"Come on, Alfred," he said in a low voice, "today's highlight is coming."

"Yes, sir, I can see clearly here." Alfred said, "through your eyes."

Not only them, but the atmosphere of the entire venue seemed to change suddenly after the painting was sold, and the air seemed to be a little more dignified. An assistant came up with a silver-white metal suitcase and handed the suitcase to the auctioneer. At this moment, the distinguished guests who had just sat lazily around the venue straightened up, and countless double-pointed arrow-like eyes shot on the silver metal suitcase. Everyone held their breath and waited for the auctioneer. Open that box.

"This is a very special lot. To be honest, I have never had such a special item as an auctioneer for so long." The auctioneer placed the metal box horizontally on the table in front of him, "because of its very nature. Special, we cannot determine the value of a lot based on the past experience of the age, heritage, and craftsmanship of the lot, and since as far as we know this is the first time in this world, it is the first time that such a special item has been auctioned, so none of our auctioneers Dare to be sure of its starting price, so we finally decided to start at zero price."

After speaking, the auctioneer took a deep breath, and finally unveiled the metal box cover in anticipation. The dazzling green light pierced from the gap the moment the lid was opened, and a beautiful and delicate green stone lay quietly in the middle of the box, emitting a crystal clear green light.

Alfred took a breath in the headset: "God, that is..."

"Yes, you read that right." Bruce said calmly, "that is the purpose of most of the visitors participating in this auction today-a piece of kryptonite."