Chapter 1624

"Bang bang bang!"

Spider-Man stood inside the restaurant, knocking on the front door, and shouted while knocking: "Is anyone here? Can someone come and open the door for me?"

Batman, behind the monitor, covered his forehead. It was his first time seeing someone knock on the front door when fighting super-criminals.

Spider-Man knocked for a long time. A gang leader with a face full of tattoos and a scar on his left cheek poked his head out and said: "Who the fuck is knocking on the door in broad daylight?! Don't you know we only open at night? Get the hell out of here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gang leader wanted to close the door, but when he grabbed the handle and pulled the door inward, he found that the door wouldn't budge. What appeared in his field of vision was Spider-Man's sandbag-sized fist.

With a "bang," Spider-Man directly smashed the gang leader who opened the door to the ground, then pushed the door outward and squeezed in through the gap.

"Someone! Someone! Someone broke in!" The gang leader clutched his broken nose and shouted loudly: "Come quickly! Someone else who doesn't know better is here to smash the place!!"

"Whoosh," after a messy sound, various disheveled gang thugs rushed out with guns, swearing while loading their guns: "Who is it that doesn't want to live? Daring to come to Penguin's place to make trouble?!"

"How many people are on the other side? I'll make them die ugly!!"

"The boss is talking business with the mayor. Whoever makes trouble at this juncture, the boss will definitely make them die without a whole corpse!"

"Sorry, I want to ask, is the Penguin boss you mentioned named Oswald Cobblepot?"

A slightly immature voice came from above the heads of the gang thugs. After a subtle "swish" sound, a web fell in front of them.

The leading gang leader looked at the web, his eyes crossed. The next second, Spider-Man, who slid down along the web, knocked him down with one punch.

Instantly, the sound of "whoosh whoosh whoosh" bullets whizzed past his ears. Spider-Man didn't panic at all, pulled the web, swung nimbly behind the sofa, rolled to the back of the bar in the lobby, and opened the cabinet to find the wine box inside.

With whiskey in one hand and vodka in the other, Spider-Man threw the wine from the wine box like grenades, hitting the heads of the gang thugs accurately. Only "bang bang bang bang bang" was heard, followed by howling.

The strong liquor bottles hit the hard skulls and shattered. The liquor inside spilled out, and the sparks from bullets grazing metal objects ignited the alcohol. Suddenly, fires broke out everywhere in the lobby, and it became a mess.

The gang thugs were first smashed by wine bottles until their heads were bleeding. When they came to their senses, they found expensive liquor spilled all over the floor, half of the sofa was burning, and the exquisite wallpaper and soft curtains were all stained with flames.

"Put out the fire! Put out the fire quickly! If the restaurant burns down, the boss will beat us to death!"

"Water, water is here, get out of the way! Let me put out the fire!"

"Where did that damn kid run off to? I'm going to blow his head off with one shot!!!"

Taking advantage of the chaos among the gang members below, Spider-Man stood on the ceiling of the lobby on all fours, crawling silently across the lobby like a real spider, and arrived at the private room.

The Bingshan Lounge didn't open during the day, and there was no one in the private room. Spider-Man's eyes turned, and he quickly crawled down along the wall. While the restaurant staff were all outside dealing with the chaos, he nimbly changed the names of the reserved guests outside the private room.

Big private rooms were changed to small ones, exclusive private rooms were changed to mobile ones, and menus and phone numbers were changed into a mess. The black figure scurried around the corridor for a long time, and the work results of the reservation staff for the past few days were all in vain.

Thus, about three hours later, after the Bingshan Lounge's actual opening time arrived, Penguin Cobblepot, who was smoking cigars and drinking at the mayor's mansion, received countless angry calls.

"Oswald, what's going on? Why is there someone in my exclusive private room at the Bingshan Lounge? Then what's the point of me spending money to book your exclusive private room?!"

"Hello? Cobblepot! It's not that I'm complaining, even if the big private rooms are all booked, you don't have to change mine to the smallest one in the corner, right?! We have twelve people! How is it possible to sit down!"

"Oswald, what the fuck are you doing?! I'm in Italy talking business, and you're calling me to ask when I'm going to your restaurant?"

"Cobblepot, why didn't anyone call to confirm my reservation tonight? Do you want me to order when I get there? Your business is getting worse and worse!"

Penguin, who received many bad reviews for no reason, hung up the phone in a daze, and then he immediately called his restaurant, saying angrily: "What the hell are you doing? Why are all the reservations messed up? Do you know how many connections this will ruin for me?"

The reservation department staff were also very aggrieved. He said on the phone: "We clearly had everything set up well, but the people responsible for calling from the restaurant side all called the wrong numbers. We don't know what's going on either."

"I'm going over there now, and then I'll throw those who dare to mess with me into the sea to feed the sharks!"

Penguin immediately said goodbye to the mayor and drove to his Bingshan Lounge at the fastest speed. As soon as the car arrived, he froze there.

The Bingshan Lounge was left with only an iceberg.

The gang thugs guarding the Bingshan Lounge and all the employees inside were tied up with webs and hung on the largest iceberg decoration, while the surroundings were the charred remains of the burned-down restaurant.

Penguin was stunned. He looked up at the figure standing on the very top of the iceberg. He blurted out and wanted to shout "Batman," but after a closer look, he found that the other party didn't have a cape.

Suddenly, sharp police sirens came from behind Penguin. Penguin turned his head and saw Commissioner Gordon of the Cat Getan Police Department leading a group of officers rushing over.

"Gordon, what the hell is going on?" Penguin roared angrily, the fat on his face twitching from excessive anger. He shouted loudly: "Are you trying to arrest me? What crime did I commit?!"

In the past, when Penguin asked Gordon this question, he could only remain angrily silent, because Penguin indeed hadn't committed a crime, or rather, all the crimes he committed were covered up, and the police station couldn't find any evidence.

Many people think that Batman's existence in Cat Getan is unnecessary, but the fact is, if Batman didn't take non-legal violent means, then in Cat Getan City, where officials protect each other, officials and businessmen collude, and gangs cover for each other, you wouldn't even be able to find a criminal, because all processes are legal.

But this time, Gordon walked up, flashed his badge at Penguin, and said: "Sorry, Mr. Cobblepot, when you purchased this building used for the Bingshan Lounge, you signed the Cat Getan Ancient Building Protection Agreement."

"The agreement emphasizes that you have the responsibility for the repair and maintenance of this building, and also the responsibility to protect it from damage and continue its inheritance. So can you explain to me what's going on with this fire that burned down a famous ancient building?"

"I..." Penguin was like a real penguin. He glanced at Gordon, turned his head to look at his burned-down Bingshan Lounge, then turned his head to look at Gordon, stuttering and panting for a long time.

"I'm also a victim!" Penguin raised his voice and emphasized: "My restaurant was burned down! And you still want to come and trouble me. Where in the world is there such logic?!"

"But just now, the Cat Getan Police Department received a report from a concerned citizen that you didn't set up corresponding fire-fighting measures in the Cat Getan ancient building, and the fire-fighting facilities were unqualified, which led to such serious consequences of the fire."

"You violated the 'Cat Getan Fire Safety Law' and the 'Historical Building and Famous Cultural Building Protection and Repair Law' formulated by the New Jersey State Legislature. Please cooperate with our investigation into this fire and come with us."

Penguin was dumbfounded as he was taken into the police car. He never dreamed that he had done all kinds of evil in his life, was invincible in Cat Getan's underworld and overworld, and even Batman hadn't sent him to prison. Yet, his first legal arrest was because of a failed fire inspection?!

To be fair, the fire-fighting measures of the Bingshan Lounge were indeed not up to standard. If judged by New Jersey law, it counted as unqualified. But in such a dark city, who would care if the fire-fighting of a restaurant opened by a super-criminal gang leader who was involved in both black and white worlds was qualified?

Batman hadn't cared either, so he also stood in front of the screen in a daze, watching Penguin being taken away by the police.

Sometimes stereotypes and inertial thinking are just like this, and no matter how smart a person is, they can't be exempt from vulgarity.

Most people, when thinking about dealing with Penguin, would definitely try to collect evidence of his bribery of officials, or look for clues about him hiring assassins to assassinate important personnel.

But Spider-Man didn't. He really thought that unqualified fire-fighting was a very serious matter.

Thus, when he discovered that the gang members weren't using fire extinguishers to put out the fire, but were connecting to the kitchen faucet, he decisively added a few more fires, and then made a call to Gordon, reporting the Bingshan Lounge's unqualified fire-fighting measures under his real name.

It's the same in most countries. If it's an ordinary building, provided the fire doesn't cause major casualties, unqualified fire-fighting measures aren't a criminal charge, at most requiring compensation.

But the building where the Bingshan Lounge purchased by Penguin is located was one of the first buildings established when Europeans came to this city, and according to American law, it belongs to a protected ancient building.

Then Penguin bears the legal responsibility for failing to fulfill the obligation of protection and repair for the damage caused to this building. Even if he isn't prosecuted and imprisoned, he must cooperate with the police investigation, and it's very likely he will have to compensate the federal government a large sum of money, and subsequent lease contracts will also be affected.

Watching Penguin being taken away, Spider-Man jumped down from the top of the iceberg with a nimble flip, patted his hands, made a gesture to pay attention, and said.

"Water and fire are ruthless, friends. No matter if you are a normal restaurant owner or the leader of an illegal trading place, you must remember to add a few more fire extinguishers in your restaurant, and absolutely forbid blocking fire exits!"

"By the way, the protection of ancient buildings is also one of the knowledge we must learn. Quietly tell you, I also reported him for not maintaining the exterior walls of the ancient building on time. Those weathering marks and peeling paint are the best evidence. If he is sued in the state court, he will have to pay a large sum of money!"

Batman slapped his forehead.