Excessive ferocity due to caution

Qutbi didn't know what had happened, but Zhao Yi's serious tone didn't sound like he was joking.

These four simple words, ironically, triggered a sense of crisis within Chutby.

He stared at the bank entrance, hesitated only briefly, and then immediately gave the order to the SWAT team leader:

"Evacuate immediately and in an orderly manner!"

"Retreat 300 meters away first!"

Although the SWAT team leader, Rocard, was unaware of the situation, he still ordered his team members to retreat in an orderly manner.

Chutebi opened the car door and sat inside the modified armored vehicle, his inner panic subsiding slightly.

"Old Zhao, I can't leave! There are still so many hostages inside!"

"Chutebi said into the phone."

Zhao Yi slurped up a mouthful of noodles, his tone completely flat:

"As you leave, use your media resources to send a message to the public saying that you received a note from Capital Hero telling you to stay away, as he will make his move."

Chutebi paused for a moment, then quickly said:

"How can this be allowed?!"

"Are you trying to use the power of public opinion to lure out the 'Capital Man'?"

"But if he doesn't come out, won't the hostages inside be doomed?"

Zhao Yi's tone was completely flat, and he even slurped up a mouthful of noodles:

"Yes."

"So he will definitely come out."

Chutebi's eyes hesitated:

"But...didn't you say that people like 'Capital Man' don't care about the lives of ordinary people?"

Zhao Yi:

"He cares about the reputation of the term 'Capital Hero'."

"I've already forged a note for you; all you need to do is post the message."

Chutebi asked in confusion:

"Do you know Capital Hero's handwriting?"

Zhao Yi replied:

"have no idea."

But that's not important.

"I just checked and Capital Hero has never left his own handwriting, so the authenticity of the handwriting on this note is irrelevant."

"Apart from himself and those who know his identity, no one knows what his handwriting looks like."

"All the police department needs is a reason to create public opinion."

Upon hearing this, Chutebi was even more unwilling.

He sighed and said with a wry smile:

"Old Zhao..."

"I know what you're worried about, but the police department's reputation is already quite low. If things continue like this and we give the credit for this rescue to some capitalist, it will undoubtedly be another heavy blow to the police department's standing in the eyes of the public!"

After slurping down the last noodle, Zhao lit a cigarette and chuckled:

"No."

You have no idea what I'm worried about.

"Listen to me, once the public opinion is stirred up, the police station's reputation will not only not decline, but may even rise significantly thanks to the hype surrounding Capital Man."

"Even if it really damages your reputation, you have to do it this time."

Chutebi:

Why?

Zhao Yi:

"First, why didn't the criminals leave immediately after robbing the largest bank in V City? Instead, they took hostages and specifically asked you to come and negotiate?"

"Secondly, why has it been so long, and why hasn't Capital Hero appeared yet, despite such a prestigious opportunity to gain a great reputation?"

"Third, what kind of person would eat hot pot in such a serious and tense setting?"

"Chief, tell me."

Under Zhao Yi's guidance, Chutebi's confused gaze gradually became clear and sharp.

"Firstly, because their goal isn't money, it's me!"

"Secondly, if it wasn't because Capitalist Hero had an urgent matter, then he is very likely the... mastermind behind this!"

"What...what's the third thing?"

He seemed to be asking Zhao Yi a question, or perhaps he was asking himself a question.

The voice on the other end of the phone sent chills down his spine—

"Because those people knew this might be their last meal."

"They don't want you to negotiate."

"They want to... kill you!"

"To ensure the complete destruction of you and the police forces that come to your aid, they likely used weapons of mass destruction, such as liquid explosives."

"If I were a capitalist, I would do the same."

Inside the police station, Zhao Yi sat in the break room, legs crossed, smoking.

"Once that earth-shattering explosion happens, the police chief position will be filled by someone else."

"And there are no worries whatsoever."

"No one would have thought or doubted that this was done by Capitalist Heroes."

Zhao Yiyue said that Chu Tebi was increasingly alarmed.

He glanced inside the bank and immediately drove away from the area.

He retreated to a distance of 300 meters.

Then, under Zhao Yi's instructions, he began to order people within the police station to write articles and send them to the news media.

After what felt like an eternity, news of the robbery at the largest bank in southern V City, with police blocking the bank's exterior, has spread to every corner of V City.

The level of popularity is alarmingly high.

Countless citizens of V City are paying attention to this matter.

The moment the police department released the official statement, it immediately became a trending topic.

The title is also very concise and clear.

[It doesn't matter, the capitalists will step in!]

The combination of the robbery hype and the capital hero hype instantly ignited public opinion in V City!

"Is the 'Capital Man' finally making his move?"

"Great! These criminals are in deep trouble!"

"Evil will eventually be exposed, and justice will prevail!"

The morale of the citizens soared.

Meanwhile, at that very moment, Whiteman, who was chatting and drinking with a group of business partners in a luxurious manor, saw this trending topic and his smile gradually disappeared.

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

A moment later, he picked up a very small communicator.

"What's going on over there?"

A deep, resonant male voice replied:

"I don't know, Mr. Bai... For some reason, those guys at the police station suddenly retreated several hundred meters away."

"No matter what methods we use to threaten them, they resolutely refuse to come."

"This is truly unbelievable."

After a moment of silence, Whiteman spoke:

"The plans have changed..."

"Listen to me..."

After explaining the follow-up matters, Whiteman cut off contact, his eyes becoming much sharper.

"That's interesting..."

He muttered to himself.

A hot woman wearing a bikini and cat ears hugged him from behind.

"What's wrong, my little white rabbit?"

Whiteman slightly raised his handsome face, facing the sun overhead.

"It seems we all... underestimated that old geezer, Chutby."

ps:

The fever has subsided.

First update.

Also, the background of this story is actually different from that of Batman. The underlying logic of his story is different from that of Batman, and the social customs of Gotham City are not something that normal human society can have. Therefore, the art style is different, much like the difference between the art styles of Superman and Homelander. So individual readers don't need to take it too personally.