The Richest Man in the DC World

This case is a bit special, and it is difficult to find clues by normal methods, so Veron thought of "Fishing Law Enforcement".

A policeman dressed as a homeless man successfully sneaked into the temporary accommodation provided by the circus, and the next thing is to wait. If there is really a problem with Laszlo Valentine, then he will never let go of such a good opportunity.

The waiting time was long, and Veron and several of his men hid in a nearby building to smoke and observe the circus with the help of infrared telescopes.

Before he knew it, it was two o'clock in the morning, and Veron, who was resting on the sofa, was woken up by his subordinates.

"Captain, there is a situation."

Veron got up quickly, picked up the binoculars to observe, and saw outside the tent where the homeless people lived, Laszlo Valentine, the head of the strange circus, seemed to be distributing food with a bag. After getting out of the tent, they ran to the van and talked to Valentine. Then they boarded the van and left the circus.

"There is indeed a problem!"

Veron snorted coldly, beckoned his subordinates to get into the car, and followed far behind.

Tonight, they're going to come and get the stolen goods.

The truck headed east all the way through the most chaotic crime alley and boiler district, and it still didn't stop when it reached the outskirts of the city.

Veron didn't dare to follow too closely, and ordered his subordinates to keep a longer distance between vehicles to avoid being noticed by the other party. He never thought that when he crossed the overpass, a large truck suddenly appeared in front of him, crossing the middle of the road in a strange way.

"What's the matter? Who parked the car here."

The policeman in charge of driving hesitated and said, "Captain, the truck seems to be driving sideways."

"Horizontal?"

Veron was stunned for a second, then became angry instantly, "What are you talking about? You thought it was a crab!"

Several people ran to the front of the truck, only to find that there was no one in the driver's seat, and the truck could move without the driver?

The weird scene made everyone feel terrified. A policeman swallowed and said in a low voice,

"It can't be a ghost!"

After a word fell, the air became a little colder.

Veron glared at his subordinates fiercely, and he was still in the mood to joke at this time, "Forget about the truck, the case is important, Carrick is still in the truck, if he gets lost, his life will be in danger."

Everyone said,

They all nodded.

This road didn't work, so everyone had to go back and take the overpass next to it. It would take a lot of time to go back and forth, but unfortunately, the strange things were far from over.

As soon as the police car retreated to the middle of the bridge, the tire blew out.

Veron was angry and helpless, so he could only call the nearby branch office and ask them to send a car over.

Gotham was frighteningly cold in December, and everyone huddled in the police car, watching the sea in the distance in silence.

"I hope Carrick will hold on for a while longer."

...

A van carrying homeless people traveled through the suburbs and came to a dilapidated slaughterhouse.

Laszlo Valentine opened the car door and invited everyone to drink in the room. After a few bottles of whiskey went down, the atmosphere became intense.

Valentine has been wandering around all the year round and has extraordinary knowledge. Several stories aroused great applause, and he went to the kitchen to prepare wine and food to entertain the guests as much as possible.

A range of practices perfectly showcases the hospitality side.

Even Carrick, the undercover policeman, was puzzled. Could such a person be a kidnapper?

Maybe the FBI got the wrong guy.

There were more and more empty wine bottles, and the homeless men couldn't stop the alcohol attack, and fell to the ground one by one. Valentine's cheeks were flushed, but his eyes were extremely excited, his pupils were round, and he could faintly see the flames burning.

Carrick couldn't take it anymore, and after drinking the last whiskey, he collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep unconsciously.

Everyone was drunk, only Valentine was sitting there, grabbing a piece of bitten steak into his mouth and biting it, the blood spilled from the meat and splashed all over his face.

He sat in front of the fireplace, the firelight illuminated his plump face, his eyes were round and full of endless greed and longing.

After eating and drinking, Valentine picked up the key and went to the cellar behind the slaughterhouse.

The heavy iron door opened, and the stench of blood rushed in, making people want to vomit.

Valentine, however, enjoyed the smell very much, took a deep breath, opened his whole body and mind, and couldn't help showing a happy smile.

Walking along the cellar, there are rows of pork hanging at first, and the pork becomes less and less as you go to the back. There are "chrysalis" sealed by plastic bags hanging on the iron hooks.

Hair, bones, and some still dripping blood were scattered on the ground.

There is an iron door in the deepest part of the cellar. Behind the iron door is the slaughterhouse. Valentine takes off his fur coat and puts on a blood-stained apron. He opens the cupboard and takes out an ugly and weird pig's head mask sewn from human skin. .

Valentine wearing a mask seemed to be a different person, exuding a ferocious and cruel aura from all over his body.

He walked up to the mirror and stared at the pig's face in the mirror, with his mouth split open in a cannibalistic grin,

"What's the difference between a human and a pig?"

"Look at them, how delicious they are, chirp chirp!"

Valentine let out a weird laugh, picked up the machete on the table, put it on his neck and gestured back and forth,

"There is no difference between a human and a pig. To kill a person is to kill a pig."

"I didn't expect that there are people like you in the world."

The voice came from behind, and Valentine's expression changed, "Who, who's there."

boom!

The heavy iron door was kicked open, and under the flickering lights, a woman wearing a nightingale mask and tight brown armor walked in.

"Laszlo Valentine, you are a bloody beast."

"Another boring guy."

Valentine snorted coldly, stuck out his tongue and licked the back of the knife, and looked at the visitor impatiently. The smile on his face deepened as he looked at him. In the end, he couldn't help but yelled,

"Perfect, so perfect."

"Your body is so perfect, tight thighs, straight calves, high hips, round chest, tight shoulders... chee chee chee!!! Saturated muscles that have been rigorously trained, rich in muscle fibers, but not dry at all .”

"Your meat must taste delicious when handcuffed."

boom!

The roof exploded, a figure descended from the sky, kicked Valentine's stomach, and the air swelled with waves visible to the naked eye. Valentine's stomach was sunken inward, and the whole body was folded at 150 degrees, crackling. Amid the sound of cracking bones, it flew straight upside down like a baseball being hit by a bat.

boom!

A human silhouette appeared on the wall, and flesh and blood fell down along the gap, mixed with the broken pig's head mask.

"died."

Barbara opened her mouth wide, unable to hide her astonishment, and then said angrily,

"Linda, didn't you agree to wait outside, I'll take care of this matter."

Linda snorted angrily.

"This pig wants to eat your meat, and you can bear it."

"But……"

Barbara opened her hands, her face full of helplessness, "The case can't be handled like this, it's too hasty, he should be punished, the law, not us."