Chapter 1518 C: Twilight Event (Twenty-Four)

Chapter 1511 C Twilight Event (Twenty-four)

In order to deepen Gotham's location advantage, continue to cultivate theft and its affiliated industries, and to open up the blue ocean of the industry and keep the rudder steady, and further play the guiding role of industry leaders, in the three-day Gotham Theft Industry Summit, the masters of the Gotham Theft Industry worked hard, humbly walked the old path of theft technology upgrade, and held bright expectations to show the style of the new era team.

In this Gotham Theft Industry Summit, more than 200 elite representatives broke the bottleneck and broadened the horizon for the development of the theft industry, enabling the Gotham Theft Industry to achieve the first comprehensive industry cooperation, and set a real milestone for the crime field in Gotham and even the East Coast.

The cooperation of all parties in Gotham fully demonstrated the Gotham government and the people's spirit of striving for a better life. The Gotham City Government provided the venue for this summit, and Mayor Roy also established the theme of the meeting of "stealing as much as possible and not letting any wealth flow out of Gotham".

Among them, the Gotham Police Department cooperated vigorously, and the police officers provided guidance on the technical problems arising during the summit, and solved the technical blind spots that may appear in the future with a targeted vision, so that the backbone elites of the theft industry have a more comprehensive understanding of the development prospects of the industry.

After the summit, the backbone elites of various industries truly brought the rich experience and new skills they absorbed at the conference to the grassroots of the Gotham theft industry, and deepened the cultivation of the overall situation while providing detailed guidance on individual technical problems.

In terms of theoretical learning, various disciplines such as jewelry appreciation, historical relics and handicraft protection that most grassroots practitioners have never touched upon were introduced; in terms of technical practice, the division of labor was assigned to people and traced back to seconds, so as to truly make the eyes faster than the heart, the hands faster than the eyes, and take everything that should be taken to ensure speed and value.

After a new round of technical structure upgrades, grassroots practitioners have fully mastered the basic spirit of cross-field collaboration at the industry level, and have trained their skills and reactions to the extreme in terms of individuals.

After the Gotham Theft Industry Summit, the industry leaders and grassroots practitioners fully demonstrated the new era craftsman spirit of the East Coast city with their superb academic level and practical ability, which can be described as heavy swords without edges and great ingenuity without work.

That is, on the second day after the thieves finished training and teaching skills to the grassroots thieves, the first batch of mages arrived at the Gotham Airport by plane. They were the most anxious members of the Grand Mage Alliance.

As for why they took the plane, of course, it was because they were reluctant to use the remaining energy, and this group of mages who had almost nothing but borrowed energy were not much different from ordinary people, and so far they had not snatched a black diamond.

The mages had heard about the security situation in Gotham, but each of them carried a life-saving prop filled with energy, but they did not expect that the first obstacle that stopped them was not the vicious gang members with weapons in their hands, but a group of children holding their legs so that they could not move.

"Uncle, uncle, buy a flower, uncle, you are the best, buy a flower! Today's flowers are very good, buy a flower for this auntie, you are a good person, buy a flower!"

"Uncle, order a newspaper from me! You will never find a cheaper one in Gotham, order a newspaper, there is news about the opening of the concert, uncle, order a newspaper!"

"Uncle, do you want cigarettes? There are all kinds of cigarettes here, auntie, do you want cigarettes? I am the cheapest in Gotham, please buy a pack of cigarettes, uncle, give me a pack of cigarettes!"

"Uncle, auntie, do you need a tour guide? I am familiar with this area, I am a local, you must need a tour guide, I am eloquent and run fast, you can't find a better tour guide than me in this area!"

They had just walked out of the gate not far away, and a dozen children rushed up and hugged their legs and started to cry. At first they were just chirping, and then they started crying.

"Please, uncle, buy me a flower! I will be beaten to death if I fail to complete the task! Auntie, you are the kindest, please buy me a flower, otherwise I will have no food tonight, I don't want to be hungry, please, buy me a flower!"

"Please, I will be beaten if I fail to complete the task, give me a newspaper, it's not expensive!"

What is the sound of a dozen seven or eight-year-old children crying together? Even those who have never taken care of children should be able to imagine it.

And the strength of their pulling should not be underestimated. Two female mages in the mage team hesitated for a second, and in an instant they were like dogs that fell into the gutter, kicking their legs but unable to get out.

"Let go, let go, let go of me! I'm not buying anything, let go!" The older bald wizard in the lead shook off the little hands that were grabbing his pants, waved to the people behind him and said, "Go, ignore them!"

The other people struggled for a long time before leaving the mud. As soon as they left, the oldest child in the team squeaked, hugged his arms and said, "You heartless stingy guy, you thought you could cheat a few orders... Forget it, who touched the wallet?"

"I, I touched one, but it's a little thin."

"Mine is thick, look at mine."

"I touched a wooden stick from his waist. Is this a magic staff? Are the gems on it valuable?"

Hearing this, all the children came over. The leading child looked at the thing in the hand of the child who was speaking. It was a small wooden stick made of two spirally crossed branches. There was also a blue gem sandwiched between the two branches, which was flashing a faint light.

"They said that magical items can be sold at a high price. We made a fortune!" The children stared at the magic wand with shining eyes, and then another child raised his hand and said, "What is this eye-like thing? I dug it out from the back of their boots."

Several people came over one after another, and the big child who led the way waved his hand and said, "Let's go back to the base, there are adults there who can understand."

On the way back, he raised his head triumphantly, like a victorious rooster, and said, "I said that if you want to be the first one, you will definitely get a lot! Those cowards didn't dare to go up, and they wanted to wait on the street. When these fat pigs fell into their hands, their skins were peeled off!"

As the child king said, the second disaster encountered by the mages was the many Asian black car drivers blocking the airport gate.

"Taxi, taxi! Go directly to the Gotham Cathedral, take a taxi or not, three people share a taxi, ten dollars per person, taxi, taxi!"

"Hello sir, do you want to take a taxi? Go to the East District of Gotham, arrive within 20 minutes, and also come with a tourist guide, do you want to take a taxi?"

"One person is missing, one person is missing, one person is missing, one person is leaving immediately! Are there any of you who want to take a taxi? It's only ten minutes to the East District, you want to go, right? Come on, give me your luggage... give it to me!"

A wizard on the far right of the team quarreled with a taxi driver who was soliciting customers, holding his suitcase tightly, and yelled to his companions: "Come and help me, they are trying to steal my things!"

"Hey, what are you doing, let him go!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the surrounding black car drivers looked over, staring at this side with a unique look different from that of white people, and the closest ones had already walked over with their arms folded.

"What do you want to do?" The bald mage in the lead shouted in a timid manner. The Asian who came over showed him a shy smile and said, "Come over and ask if you guys want a ride."

"Hey, this good brother wants a ride too, right? Come on, come on, help him carry his luggage. And this guy over here, you're going to the East District, right? Come on, two people help, this luggage is not light, and this brother, your leg is broken, right? It's okay, we can carry you over."

"Wait, you can't..." The bald mage looked around and saw his companions being carried away with their luggage.

Most of the taxi drivers, who are Asian, seemed to have practiced before. Two people, one on the left and one on the right, could run very fast with a person and a suitcase. Their physique and posture did not look like they were driving all year round, but like they were shooting all year round.

"Let go of my companion!" The bald mage shouted loudly, and took out a staff from his arms, with lightning-like sparks on the staff.

At this time, a fat old man suddenly came out of the taxi outside the door. He was also an Asian with a white beard. As soon as he came in, he shook the bald wizard's hand with a smile on his face and said.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! We have been soliciting customers here all year round. If you don't want to go, then don't go."

"But you also know that there are not many decent taxis in Gotham. You might as well take ours instead of taking those small gangs' cars. We have a decent street. If there is any problem, you can find someone."

"You, who are you?" The bald wizard didn't understand what they were talking about.

"We are the 'Red Gang' on Chinatown in Jintan, a Chinese gang. We have taken over more than 90% of the ordering and delivery business in the entire East District. We have more than 4,000 taxis and more than 2,000 motorcycles, as well as four large ships, accounting for 60% of Gotham's private transportation industry. Our reputation is absolutely guaranteed!"

"Where are you going?" The old man asked with a smile.

"We..." The bald mage was about to say something, but a female mage behind him patted his arm and whispered, "I checked the information before coming here. Gotham Cathedral was renovated by Bruce Wayne. He might go there to worship. Why don't we go there and set traps in advance?"

The bald mage was about to say, "Why not go directly to Wayne Group?" He also realized that Bruce Wayne must have thought that someone was going to hunt him down, and the base camp could not have been set up. Instead of rushing into the enemy's trap, it is better to find a place to wait.

So he cleared his throat and said to the old man, "We are just going to Gotham Cathedral, but don't try to kill us."

"Then tell me, what price are you going to offer?"

"Just follow the taxi fare in Metropolis. The prices in these two cities should be similar." The bald mage thought he was very smart and proposed a solution.

"Okay, let's pay the metropolitan taxi fare, get in the car."

"Wait, you can get in the car, but we have to carry our luggage ourselves."

"Okay, come on."

The mages got in the car with some trepidation, and everyone held the magic props tightly in their hands. As soon as the driver made any unusual movements, they immediately cast magic, which was their only sense of security now.

The journey was smooth, but when passing through the East District, several cars suddenly stopped. The magicians were so nervous that they almost used up the energy in their magic props. Fortunately, they knew that magic was used to save lives, so they restrained their actions.

"What's going on?" The bald wizard wanted to stick his head out to ask, but the next second, the white-bearded old man sitting next to him pulled him back into the car and pressed him under the seat.

The bald wizard was about to curse when he heard a few "swoosh" sounds, followed by the sound of the car window being broken. After a burst of slang and cursing, a burly white gangster who looked like a door panel came over with a gun.

"Hu, what's wrong with you? Why did the car in front of you cut off our way? The cargo in the truck has been spilled. Can you afford to pay for it?"

"Heh, old hyena, your truck is the most wild among the entire East District gang. I'm afraid you didn't roll over and want to blame us?"

"Don't try to make trouble. If your car hadn't changed lanes illegally, would we have lost so much cargo? No, you have to pay today! Otherwise, no one can leave!"

"I want to see if you can threaten me! Fire!"

"Swish, swish, swish, swish!"

"Bang! Swish, swish, bang! bang! bang!"

"Crash!"

"Get out of the car! The car is going to explode!"

"Boom!"

"Help!"

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