American comics: Today’s big news Chapter 030

Catwoman slammed on the brakes without warning, and Connors, who was sitting behind her, was thrown forward by the inertia.

“Ugh…” Selina was bumped, and immediately became absent-minded, but fortunately she still remembered the reason for stopping.

“Can you ride a motorcycle? You go first.” She said to Connors, who still didn’t know what was happening.

Connors didn’t refuse, nodding in agreement: “No problem.”

Sitting in front, a soft body immediately pressed against his back. Fortunately, his physical fitness had greatly improved, and Connors also understood why “Catwoman” Selina Kyle wanted to switch places with him:

It was too crowded sitting in front!

The seat space was too small, and the two of them were squeezed together. Coupled with the poor road conditions, Selina was extremely uncomfortable from the constant bumping along the way. But after switching places, it was Connors’ turn to be uncomfortable.

Back then, Monkey King could carry two great mountains on his shoulders and still travel without changing his expression. These are just two snow mountains… Connors shifted his attention from Selina.

Although the “Eating Melons” mission had not yet rewarded him with any driving skills, due to his extreme reaction speed, Connors, even when he twisted the motorcycle’s throttle to the bottom, still drove much more steadily than “Catwoman” Selina.

The speed was incomparable. The remaining almost an hour of travel was shortened to forty minutes.

Wayne Manor looked magnificent and mysterious in the night.

Not far from the manor, they hid the motorcycle, and the two quickly approached, one after the other, until they reached the base of the castle wall.

Selina pulled out a rolled-up map from her outer thigh, marked a room on it, and said to Connors.

“This is a map of the manor I got from a plumber. The target this time is this room. It contains a painting that Bruce Wayne auctioned last month.”

“I’ve been here once before. The painting in that room was placed in a separate glass cabinet, and an alarm would be triggered once it was opened.”

“I’ll be responsible for the theft, and you’ll be responsible for transferring the painting. When the glass cabinet is opened, you’ll meet me from the ventilation duct. Then you don’t need to worry about me, just go to the roof of Joseph’s Jewelry Store and wait for me.”

“I’m confident I can escape.”

She came well prepared… Connors was noncommittal.

“Catwoman” moved first, taking a grappling gun from her waist, aiming it upwards, and then silently firing it. Immediately after, her body agile as a wildcat, she leaped upwards.

When she stood on the castle wall, preparing to throw down a rope to pull Connors up, she saw him effortlessly open the castle gate and stroll in.

“…” Selina was momentarily bewildered. How did this person open the door so easily? As if he was returning home?

Could it be that the door was broken and the alarm system was?

Thoughts raced through Selina’s mind, but she still didn’t follow Connors through the main door. Instead, she quickly moved across the rooftops, approaching the room where the painting was kept.

…

“You saw me come in, huh? I thought I could hide it from you.” Connors picked up a phone on the wall after entering the door, listening to Bruce Wayne’s voice, and said with a smile.

“…If you wanted to, I think you could easily infiltrate this manor.” Bruce Wayne said from the other end of the phone.

“I’m not that amazing.” Connors said modestly. He didn’t have true invisibility, and his little tricks had no room to play in front of the ubiquitous cameras in the manor.

“I’ve already asked Alfred to meet you. Please come to the Batcave.” Bruce Wayne seemed to be speaking as Batman at this moment, his voice low and hoarse.

The butler, Alfred, arrived even faster than Connors had imagined.

Just a few minutes after the phone call ended, the white-haired but well-spirited butler had already opened a door leading to a part of the manor:

“Master Patterson, please. Master Wayne originally intended to invite you yesterday, but the people from Arkham said you went there and slept.”

The old butler’s first words to Connors were still a tease. Connors didn’t mind, following him to a study, and then taking a hidden elevator down to the Batcave.

Bruce Wayne was still wearing his exoskeleton brace, facing several large screens.

The screens displayed surveillance footage. In one of the screens, “Catwoman” Selina was clearly shown trying to open the ventilation duct of the room containing the painting.

“Did you come with her? Is the goal just this one painting?” Bruce Wayne asked, pointing at the surveillance footage.

“Yes,” Connors admitted generously. “Strictly speaking, I followed her to watch the show.”

“What’s so good about this… If you want it, I’ll give you that painting.” Bruce Wayne was indeed a magnate, offering to give away a painting he had auctioned for over three million dollars last month.

“…” Connors, who hadn’t seen three million dollars in both his lives combined, was silent for a moment. “Can I cash it in?”

“?” Bruce Wayne was a little slow to grasp Connors’ thought process for a moment.

Connors had just said it casually, walking over to the old master’s side and looking at the monitor:

“If you keep chatting with me here, she’s about to steal your painting.”

Bruce Wayne said indifferently:

“It’s fine. The moment she entered Wayne Manor, based on her route, I knew the map was obtained from the plumbers who worked here.”

“That was deliberately leaked, and everything in this room was placed to send thieves away.”

This is the old master, the eternal brain of the Justice League… Connors admired him in his heart, but verbally he said:

“What if the thief gets a taste of success and comes back next time?”

No sooner had he spoken than he saw “Catwoman” Selina in the monitor successfully enter the room.

The alarm immediately blared, especially after “Catwoman” smashed the glass cabinet and took out the painting inside, countless black muzzles immediately extended from the walls in all directions.

“This will teach them a profound lesson,” Bruce Wayne said in a low voice.

“It’s indeed quite profound, but according to the plan, I have to go and meet her. What do you say?” Connors asked the owner of Wayne Manor how to proceed with the next step of stealing his family’s treasure.

This scene was a bit abstract. Even Batman almost failed to maintain his deliberately lowered voice, recovering his magnetic voice and coughing twice before turning around.

This is just pretending not to see it… Connors understood. He took the elevator out of the Batcave and quickly approached the room where “Catwoman” Selina was.

With countless gun muzzles pointed at her, Selina held the picture frame motionless, fearing that the guns would fire immediately.

But being in such an environment, it was certainly not true to say she wasn’t nervous. At this moment, Catwoman’s soft hair at her temples was soaked with sweat, and she couldn’t help but feel parched.

—Being parched meant needing water. Connors walked into the room holding a cup of Alfred’s hand-ground coffee and put it into Catwoman’s hand.

“Catwoman” Selina stiffly took the coffee, still not daring to move. Then, she watched as Connors made a move that she couldn’t understand.

He pushed all the extended guns back into the wall, one by one.

“Let’s go, Bruce Wayne said there’s no dinner tonight.” Connors pushed the guns extended from the wall back in and said to a bewildered Selina.

Seeing “Catwoman’s” brain seemingly freeze, he simply walked up, bent down, and reached out.

With one hand supporting her feet and the other cradling her bottom, he practically threw Selina into the ventilation duct.

Her two small feet were about the same size as one of Connors’ hands, incredibly tender, but the other hand, supporting “Catwoman’s” bottom, sank right in, as if boneless, exceptionally soft.

[Today’s Melon: Novel Theft Method]

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