There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

Chapter 87, Act 2

"Are we really going to burn it?"

"Of course! Just imagine the expression on Maroney's face if he saw this!"

"It must have been quite a spectacle. If it were me, having my life savings burned to ashes and my secrets exposed, I'd probably go crazy on the spot."

"So, I'll leave this to you?"

"I couldn't ask for more!"

Reus lit his lighter and flicked his wrist.

In the darkness, a thin flame traced a high arc and landed on the money mountain, igniting a raging inferno that could change the course of Gotham City.

"Not long from now, when facing the burning vault, will Mr. Salmaroni remember that not-so-distant night when a gun was pointed at my head?" After everyone left, Qin Wei muttered to himself, looking at the raging fire, and pressed the switch on the exhaust fan on the wall.

Circulating air will become the best combustion aid.

Of course, he didn't forget to close the outermost electronic explosion-proof door before leaving the vault.

This huge sum of money will take a long time to burn, so Qin Wei needs to make sure that no one can get into the vault before then.

"Death Shooter, report the latest situation!" Qin Wei said, clutching the walkie-talkie to his chest.

"The latest batch of police cars is about one block away from you, there are eight of them. You'd better hurry, it will be troublesome if you get stuck in the bank."

"understood."

Qin Wei carried two black canvas shoulder bags, tossed them into the carriage, and then looked around to make sure he hadn't left any clues that might expose his identity.

"Alright, it's free for you!"

Once in the car, he didn't forget to comfort the bank staff who were tied up in the corner.

"We have no intention of taking hostages. Just wait for the police to rescue you."

The doors closed, and amidst the roar of racing engines, the modified bus emerged from the wreckage of the collapsed pillars, shaking off the brick and stone debris.

But as soon as the car backed out of the bank, sparks flew from the bulletproof steel plate on the side.

Perhaps because they had just come from the mayor's speech, the GCPD officers were still wearing white ceremonial uniforms.

……

Police cars adorned with colorful ribbons sped through the street corner, spraying high water jets onto passersby and eliciting screams. But the screams were quickly drowned out by the intense gunfire from both sides.

A CAR-15 police rifle leaned out of the window, spitting fire at the "steel rhinoceros," 5.56 cartridge cases scattering crisply across the entire street.

Under Qin Wei's command, Royce and the others kept throwing objects out of the car window.

Smoke grenades and stun grenades, while not directly lethal, are perfect for slowing down police pursuit.

Soon, the bank's main entrance was enveloped in a thick haze of yellowish smoke and deafening noise. The first police car stumbled out of the blockade, only to be blinded by the glaring flash of light, and wobbled unsteadily into a fire hydrant by the roadside.

The second car followed closely behind, bursting out of the smoke, only to find its teammate's car smoking right in front of it. In a panic, it slammed on the brakes, sending itself flying into the air, spinning 180 degrees before crashing upside down.

Then came the third and fourth cars, their brakes screeching. Although these two cars managed to stop in time, they had clearly become the culprits hindering their teammates' pursuit.

When they turned around to make way, the armored bus was already speeding past two traffic lights.

"I really don't understand why they would leave such a heavy machine gun unused and waste so many grenades."

Willie, with his hands supporting his chin and a sullen expression, squatted on the ground, tearing apart stacks of paper strips used to bundle money.

He disliked explosions without a flash, especially stun grenades, which were loud but somehow didn't kill anyone.

"This is unbelievable! You guys must all be a bunch of outlaws. Doesn't anyone want to see a police car explode and catch fire?"

"Don't rush! This machine gun is for protection against a dangerous old friend. I don't know when he'll show up, but I guarantee he won't miss this big show." Qin Wei's hands were aching from working so hard. He pulled off his hood and smoothed his sweat-soaked hair behind his head.

"Boss, you're not talking about that green-haired guy, are you?" Royce, who was driving, chimed in.

"Um?"

Qin Wei turned his head to look at the driver's seat.

"You still remember him!"

"Yeah, an annoying guy. Even though I haven't had any direct contact with him, I always feel like he's dangerous."

Qin Wei lowered his head and remained silent.

Suddenly, Floyd's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"There are two police car squads approaching you from East Avenue and directly ahead. A firefight is expected within five minutes. The rooftop across from the bank can no longer provide fire support; I'm moving to the building next door!"

There was a lot of noise coming from Floyd's side. Qin Wei had given him a multi-functional tactical belt before the operation, and he was probably using the grappling hook to move quickly between buildings right now.

"Okay, be careful."

Qin Wei hung up the call, dusted himself off, and stood up.

"Gentlemen, we've almost finished our work, and the police are almost here. Let's proceed according to plan."

……

Using the helicopter for aerial reconnaissance, the police cars on Dongdadao quickly located Qin Wei and his group.

As pedestrians paused to stare, the police car sped past, leaving a trail of anxious red and blue light on the street.

Soon the lead vehicle spotted the bus mentioned on the radio.

It was so conspicuous, its entire body covered in rusted steel plates, with dense barbed wire wrapped around the railings and windows.

This thing isn't modern at all; it looks more like it came from a wasteland world filled with yellow sand.

What are these bank robbers up to? Are they rushing to the set of Mad Max?

The lead officer muttered to himself, then suddenly noticed that the roof panel of the vehicle had been lifted.

"Watch out! They might be about to drop another stun grenade!"

At the prompting of the car in front, the officers in the following cars all put on sunglasses. The experienced Gotham police were convinced they wouldn't be defeated twice by the same tactic.

But they seriously underestimated their opponent.

A trader is not a gambler and will never repeatedly place bets on the opponent's carelessness.

What flew off the roof of the car wasn't some thrown object, but rather a shower of banknotes.

I've been squatting on the ground for so long, trying to untie the money-binding straps, all for this moment.

The canvas bag's zipper was ripped open completely, and one "Benjamin Franklin" note after another was swirled high into the air by the violent gusts of wind, flying high in the sky, before finally being slapped against the windshield of the police car.

The wrinkled smile was a silent mockery of the GCPD.

"Hmph! It's just a bag of cash!" the officer in the lead car cursed and turned on the windshield wipers.

That guy is right. A bag of money is too small a quantity; once it's blown away by the airflow, it won't have any impact at all.

But what if there's more than one bag?

Before the first bag of money was even finished being scattered, another bag of money appeared on the roof of the car, and then one bag after another followed.

Qin Wei used his arrogance to create an artificial "rainfall" in a localized area.

It's no exaggeration to say that banknotes were scattered all over the streets like locusts, sticking to police car windows, shop windows, and the astonished faces of pedestrians.

The sound of brakes came in quick succession, instantly blocking the street completely. This was not only because the windshields were covered in banknotes, but also because pedestrians were rushing into the middle of the street, risking their lives to pick up the money.

Compared to Qin Wei, who was "generous and righteous," they were the real outlaws.

Why?! They didn't divide the stolen money and just threw it all away?! Aren't these guys robbers?!

The police officer slammed the car door shut and stared blankly in the direction the bus had disappeared for a long time without saying a word.

But he was soon drawn to the banknotes tucked under the windshield wipers.

He looked around nervously, and after confirming that no one was paying attention to him, the officer whistled guiltily as he stuffed the crumpled banknotes into his pocket.