Phantom Kid in the World of American Comics

"Uh~hahahaha!"

Suddenly, the receptionist laughed frantically, thinking that she was not a penguin man but a little fan of a man in a purple suit.

"Kid, the thief, the priceless gem like Adam's Star, you dare to show it to others... or in the iceberg restaurant."

"If you don’t take it out, but instead put on a blindfold and enter the exchange, there are too many big shots. Even the boss will not rob others for the goods... But now you are stupidly letting us see Got it."

The female receptionist's expression instantly became extremely distorted because of greed.

McGieson couldn't help but sigh, it was a pity that he had a pretty face.

"If I can offer the Adam star to the boss, I can..." Thinking of this, she stretched out her hand and gave orders to the two strong men.

"Get rid of him! Grab Adam Star!"

The two brawny thugs were already ready. As soon as the receptionist's voice fell, the two rushed towards McGieson, but McGieson easily avoided them.

"Trust me, you made a stupid decision."

Agility is a compulsory course for a strange thief. He can even dodge pistol bullets, not to mention the fists of two gangsters who have muscles but have not received serious combat training.

Regardless of McGieson's thin body, his muscle strength is not weak at all. Even if it is not a system, traversal itself has given him super-normal motor nerves, and any physical training can get twice the result with half the effort.

McGieson's body is incredibly fast. After avoiding the attack of two strong men with well-developed limbs, he squatted down and kicked out with a heavy sweeping leg.

"thump!"

A brawny man fell down, and then McGieson rolled to the left and moved away from the other brawny. There was already an extra poker card in his hand.

"Ace of spades, do you know that besides the best card, it also represents—"

"die."

The receptionist swears that the hand holding the card in her sight hadn't moved at all, but the playing card suddenly disappeared, in a true sense.

Then, a slight "pouch" sound came, and she found that the card was stuck in the neck of another brawny man.

Do not! Both have a card stuck in their necks, but the one who has just been kicked down and hasn't gotten up is even worse, because he hasn't stood up completely yet and can only remain in a half-squatting state.

Because these two cards perfectly cut into the neck arteries of the two people, blood should have been sprayed everywhere at this time, but the actual situation is that it flows very slowly.

"I advise you not to move, otherwise, you will die of hemorrhage in a very short time, and it is the kind that cannot be saved."

"This restaurant is beautifully decorated. I believe we don't want to see it become bloodstained everywhere."

McGieson stood up and said in a gentleman's tone.

He is not Black Feather Fighting, but there is no such taboo not to kill. Of course, he will not kill if he can not kill. After all, he is a strange thief, not a robber.

What's more, in a dangerous world like Mei Man, being too kind is the way to die.

In the same way, he didn't want to return the gems he had worked so hard to return casually.

"Well, I underestimated you, Kaito Kidd."

The receptionist took out a pistol from his waist and said, "Hand over the Adam Star. I can guarantee that the boss will not retaliate against you for today's affairs."

"Oh, your attitude has changed so much, should we make a bet?"

"Bet?" The receptionist grinned angrily.

"One dollar, I bet you have...no bullets in your gun."

McGieson's eyes were unwavering, as if what he said was the truth.

How could the receptionist believe this absurd rhetoric, pulling the trigger directly with his finger.

At this moment, there was an unprecedented silence in the box, because the gun really didn't go off!

McGinson slowly stretched out his right hand, which was a magazine.

"It's that time!" Suddenly, the receptionist remembered that the thief Kidd had put his hand on her waist before. It turned out that he had stolen his magazine at that time, but he didn't notice it.

This terrifying hand speed...

The receptionist was sweating coldly, and his gun was loosened unconsciously, and the pistol fell to the ground.

"Okay, can you take me to the exchange now? Oh, don't be so troublesome, just take me to see your boss-Penguin."

"I'm just here to do business, and I don't want to hurt my peace."

McGinson approached the receptionist, reached out and raised her chin, and said softly with her face close to her ear.

The young receptionist nodded tremblingly. She thought that a Gotham rookie like Kaito Kidd should not dare to make trouble on the Penguin site, but it turned out that she was wrong.

Then, first he called the doctor under the Penguin to treat the two thugs, and then under her leadership, McGieson came to the third box to the left of the current box, where the tables and chairs were exactly the same.

The receptionist walked to a wall, knocked lightly, and the secret door opened.

To be precise, this is an elevator, and the Bingshan Exchange is located under the Bingshan Restaurant.

I don't know how many meters deep underground, but McGieson roughly estimated that it might be more than 50 meters.

The structure of the exchange is actually very similar to the restaurant above. As soon as you enter it is an auction house that can accommodate hundreds of people. There are a small number of human organs.

The real high-quality black transactions are all carried out in the independent private room area behind the auction house. There are many kinds of transactions here, and there are only things you can't think of and you can't buy them.

Slaves, arms, intelligence, treasures, technology... As long as you can find a buyer, you can sell anything!

"The boss usually only bids when he sees something he likes in the independent private room. Here, we don't sell any goods, but let the customers trade by themselves."

"Of course, we will not provide any rights protection. We will not care if we are cheated or robbed. As long as we get out of the iceberg restaurant."

The receptionist took McGyson to the exclusive private room of the Penguin, and at the same time, she was very responsible and introduced that she has a strong psychological quality, and the conflict just now seems to have never existed.

"In front is the private room where the boss is."

She pointed to a dark doorway in front of her.

"who are you?"

McGinson asked suddenly.

"What's the meaning?"

"It's not interesting, I just think that a small receptionist, even if it is under the Penguin, shouldn't behave like you."

"I am very curious about your true identity."

McGinson's eyes flashed, and he noticed that the woman in front of him had stiffened for a moment. If it weren't for his excellent eyesight, he might not have found it.

"...I'm not the front desk, I'm just here for a day. As for who I am, you will know when you meet the boss."

"Sure enough, then this beautiful lady, can you tell me your name?"

"Maiev Brandon."

Maiev said coldly.