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Chapter 258 Who do you think you are? Batman?(2/2)

The detective was startled and looked at Chuck with strange eyes: "Are you sure?"

Of course he guessed what Chuck meant.

But it was precisely because I guessed it that I couldn’t laugh or cry!

He admitted that Chuck directly announced the reward of 100,000 US dollars and helped the person involved to pay it first. For poor police officers like them, it was indeed very shocking.

After that, I directly contacted the senior management of the FBI. From what I saw, it was like treating the FBI as my own home.

With money and power, this battle is really awesome!

But he still wanted to complain: Who do you think you are? Batman?

The young master from a wealthy family is no longer satisfied with using money and power to show off. Has he finally reached the point where he wants to try the raw excitement of fisting to the flesh?

It's just that Batman is only in comics. In reality, anyone who dares to act so cool will end up being a fool without exception!

"I am sure."

Chuck nodded.

"Okay then, I'll wait for you outside."

Seeing Chuck's insistence, the detective could only nod with a half-smile: "If you need anything, just call...me~"

He already had a premonition that Chuck with a paralyzed face would turn into Chuck with a swollen face.

Chuck watched the detective go out, then turned to look at the local underground criminals who had also guessed what Chuck was thinking and were clenching their knuckles, smiling sinisterly, or watching the show with their chests crossed.

"Who has any news about Jamie?"

Chuck looked around at everyone calmly, and finally his eyes fell on a man and walked over.

Outside the bar.

After the police detective came out, he did not get into the car. Instead, he leaned directly against the wall at the entrance of the bar. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and started smoking happily. He glanced at the bar from the corner of his eye, shook his head and laughed.

He was really amused by Chuck's behavior.

Detective Chuck?

Are you sure it's not Chuck the Clown?

He wanted to see how Chuck would explain all this after he rescued the embarrassed Chuck.

Accident?

Does the other party not respect martial ethics?

Regardless of the excuse, he believed it would be very interesting.

But before he could finish smoking a cigarette, he heard the bar doorbell ringing. He looked over and saw Chuck walking out intact.

The detective dropped the unfinished cigarette from his mouth and asked in surprise: "Why did you come out... and asked for news?"

"Asked."

Chuck nodded and walked directly to the police car.

"Did you really ask?"

The detective followed quickly and looked at Chuck in disbelief.

In such a short period of time, Chuck was intact and there were no screams in the bar. How could he ask for the result?

"Asked, let's go."

After Chuck got into the passenger seat, he looked at the police detective standing at the window: "Time is running out."

"OK!"

The detective glanced at Chuck a few times, and seeing that Chuck was serious, he thought he had guessed something, and said with a playful smile: "I'll listen to you, I'll go wherever you say."

He already had a guess.

There are only two situations now, either Chuck directly takes out the checkbook, uses his money power, and writes a check to the person inside that cannot be refused.

Or maybe Chuck didn't get what he wanted at all, but he didn't want to lose face, so he continued to show off.

No matter what kind of situation, it wasn't the feeling that Chuck gave him at the beginning that he was going to imitate Batman and use force, convincing people with reason and beating them ten times.

Even though he was still envious and jealous of Chuck's money-making ability, he had a psychological grip to laugh at Chuck.

Chuck gave his address.

The detective drove towards the address. He looked at Chuck again and again on the way, but couldn't wait for any reaction from Chuck. In the end, he couldn't help but ask: "How did you ask?"

"Everyone has secrets that they don't want others to know."

Chuck said calmly: "Criminals have more secrets that they cannot let others know, and I happen to know them."

"..."

The police detective was stunned and said in disbelief: "That's it?"

"if not?"

Chuck asked: "Do I really want to beat them up and then walk out with them lying down and wailing? Who do you think I am? Batman?"

"I didn't think so..."

The detective was embarrassed. Thinking about Chuck knowing other people's secrets, and thinking about the unbelievable gossip he had read before saying that the detective Chuck could see through people's hearts, he immediately looked away, not daring to look at Chuck.

He now somewhat believes that Chuck really used criminals' secret threats to get useful information, although the method is not the Batman behavior he has seen in movies and TV...

Chuck said nothing more.

If it were his predecessor, he must have done this. He didn't even bother to use his fists, but just opened the way with a big gun.

Otherwise, in the world of American TV series, the average Batman behavior of just beating people up to get any information is too careless and does not treat evil personnel as evil personnel.

These people knew that Batman couldn't kill them. If they were still so cowardly, how did they get away with it?

The greater possibility is that he was being beaten while shouting, "Kill me if you can".

As long as you can't be beaten to death, you can't give in!

Chuck is not his predecessor. In order to better collect the yin and yang points to condense the water of life, he can only follow the path of law-abiding.

There is no way he could have done this illegal act for Batman, which is to beat up others for information. He could not have done it in public.
Chapter completed!
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