Chapter 3210

Pale Face's estimation was correct; bigger trouble appeared very soon.

On the way back to the city, Bruce kept silently memorizing the map in his mind. Although this city wasn't as big as Cat Getan, it wasn't a small town either. There were many main roads and the terrain was somewhat complex. If he couldn't familiarize himself with the road conditions as soon as possible, it might be difficult to escape unscathed later.

After driving through the loop line in the city center, Bruce stopped to refuel the car. He didn't go to a gas station, but instead used the remaining fuel from the ambulance, which was just enough to fill the tank, though they had no fuel reserves left.

Pale Face felt a bit strange about this action and said, "Didn't you say we should save some fuel for later?"

When he and Bruce were discussing the plan earlier, they had indeed said they should save some gasoline, because gasoline could not only be used for driving, but at critical moments, it could also be ignited, making it a great obstacle and a way to cut off pursuers.

But Bruce suddenly poured all the fuel into the tank. This abnormal behavior made Pale Face feel that he might have realized something.

Bruce didn't say anything, shook his head, and got into the car. After the car was back on the road, Pale Face also noticed something was wrong; there was a team of vehicles behind them taking turns tailing them.

To repeat, American police are useless at everything. Don't look at them chasing fugitives every day; in reality, their encirclement and interception techniques are very mediocre, relying mostly on the visual advantage of helicopters.

If they can't even handle this kind of rough work of speed and passion, you can't expect them to tail cars. Tailing a vehicle with another vehicle is not an easy job.

To prevent being discovered by the target, one has to change cars after tailing for a while. Not only must one maintain distance, but one must also be careful not to change lanes too frequently. However, if the timing of the lane change is wrong, it's easy to let the target lose sight of you. In short, it's a technical job that requires patience.

American police have never had much patience and can't do technical work. The ones with better tailing skills are the Federal Bureau, which is not in the same system as the local police.

After watching for a while, Pale Face discovered that this group of people following them was quite professional. When they had just caught up, even Pale Face hadn't noticed.

Thinking of this, Pale Face couldn't help but glance at Bruce again, his eyes seemingly saying, "Why are you so proficient at this?"

People who haven't received professional training can't discover they are being tailed at all. After all, driving on a straight road without complex traffic conditions, who would look in the rearview mirror for no reason?

Even for those who have received professional training, if they lack sufficient experience, it is very difficult to distinguish who is driving naturally and who is tailing. This kind of thing requires the accumulation of experience.

Then Pale Face couldn't help but ask, where the hell did Bruce accumulate this experience?

If one said Batman had rich experience in tailing, he would believe it, as investigating clues always requires some tailing skills, and Batman doesn't always parade through the streets; many times he is investigating silently.

But tailing Batman's car—Pale Face thought about it and felt that, besides himself, it seemed no one would do such a thing. And he only tailed Batman's car to investigate what Batman was doing every day.

He really wanted to know how Batman could manage to work day and night, traveling through the stars, and still accomplish nothing.

Pale Face also admitted that his curiosity was a bit too heavy, much like a rat carrying a knife, searching the streets for a cat.

Bruce continued to drive steadily, seemingly having no intention of accelerating to shake them off. But Pale Face knew that with the performance of this car and Bruce's driving skills, shaking off those cars behind them—which considered nothing but performance for the sake of being low-key—would be easy.

Pale Face began to rethink all of Bruce's actions.

Then he realized that Bruce might be fishing.

It is known that both of them had entered Siltek's laboratory. Although Greed was controlling the laboratory at that time, in the setting, he and Old Siltek were family, and Old Siltek must have contributed to the establishment of this laboratory.

Old Siltek might be able to control the laboratory, so he could potentially access surveillance footage to see who had entered the laboratory at that time, and naturally, he might recognize Bruce and Pale Face, knowing they were the strangers who had appeared in the village.

And the first thing Bruce did upon entering the city was to rob a bank in a high-profile manner. Although he didn't actually get any money, there were surveillance cameras in the bank.

He didn't wear a mask when he went in. Once the police arrived and pulled up the surveillance footage, they would be able to see both of their faces.

And given the Siltek family's operations in this city, the bank might even be one of their properties. If Old Siltek knew about this, he could also see them both from the bank's surveillance.

Pale Face felt that it was impossible for Bruce not to have known this in advance, but he still didn't wear a mask, perhaps just to let Old Siltek see them both.

Old Siltek must have been doing some shady business in the village. Even if he hadn't, he certainly wouldn't want the current situation in the village to be leaked. Knowing that survivors had escaped, he would definitely want to kill them to silence them.

Pale Face's mind stirred, and he realized Bruce's intention in doing this.

If they had worn masks, although the police would have fewer clues, they would still have to search with great fanfare for the sake of the police department's face, which might bring unnecessary trouble to the two of them.

But if they showed their faces, and specifically let Old Siltek know, then Old Siltek would definitely try every possible way to suppress the matter. Because if they weren't caught, it would be fine, but once caught, letting the two of them spill the situation in Falahaines would likely affect Old Siltek's plans.

With the influence of the Siltek family, it was simple to suppress a bank robbery with no actual losses. As long as they weren't officially wanted, the two of them would have plenty of room to maneuver.

"But in that case, doesn't he also know that we kidnapped that person?" Pale Face asked. His words seemed aimless, but Bruce followed his train of thought.

"That's exactly what I want him to know," Bruce smiled and said. "He won't worry about the other party hiring a hitman, but will be more worried that we told him things that shouldn't be said."

"I understand," Pale Face nodded and said. "To prevent information leakage, Old Siltek might send people to kill him to silence him. But if the silencing fails, the other party will realize that they have reached a life-or-death situation. Old Siltek wants him dead, so he naturally won't hold back and will inevitably hire you."

"There's one more point," Bruce added. "Old Siltek thinks he might leak the news. If the assassin he sends out knows this reason and accidentally reveals it while killing him, then that guy will realize Old Siltek is trying to silence him. He will definitely investigate what news the other party doesn't want leaked."

"And Old Siltek's tracks to Falahaines cannot be hidden," Bruce continued. "As long as he investigates, it will be easy to find out what Old Siltek has been doing recently. Once he sets his sights on that small village, Old Siltek will have to panic."

Pale Face looked at him, wanting to say something but stopping, but finally shook his head and said, "Fine, I admit you aren't as unlearned as I imagined. I find it increasingly difficult to imagine what the Cat Getan you are in is like."

"You're welcome to go and see," Bruce said to him with a smile.

Just then, Bruce made a smooth turn and exited the highway at a very high speed, but the car tailing him was a step slow, missed the turn, and had to keep driving forward.

They shook off the pursuers just like that. Bruce drove back to the villa area along the outer ring road, while silently saying to the Beyonder in his mind: "Excuse me, can we use the free channel when there's no one else around?"

"No..."

"Greed!!!"

"Fine, fine, keep your voice down. Only when there are no outsiders present," the Beyonder said helplessly.

"We have to ensure that guy stays alive," Bruce said. "But we can't come forward personally; it's a bit too deliberate."

"What do you plan to do?"

"The police are useless, but at least they have numbers," Bruce said. "We need to make some noise, attract all the police over, and have them set up a few more blockades here. That way, even if Old Siltek's assassin comes, it will be very difficult to act silently."

"Make some noise?" Pale Face looked around. This was already considered the suburbs, with a beautiful environment and fresh air. Most importantly, it was very quiet; it really didn't look like a place where trouble could be stirred up.

Pale Face felt he had been slacking off for too long and should at least make some contribution. He looked at Bruce and said, "I have a way that might work."

But Bruce didn't seem to be listening to him; he was very focused on reversing into a parking spot.

Pale Face was also a bit speechless. You say Bruce has a sense of justice, yet he dares to do anything. You say he's unscrupulous, yet he checks the parking lines when parking, and doesn't intend to dive in headfirst, but parks properly in a parallel spot.

"Don't complain that I'm wasting time. When you get to my Cat Getan, you'll have to do the same," Bruce said. "Guess why I race with the Four Heavenly Kings every day?"

Pale Face gave him a puzzled look.

"James has been cracking down on illegal parking recently, but you can never find a parking spot around Wei En Tower. If you park on the side of the road for more than five minutes, they'll stick a ticket on you. I've already gotten into the car, and they still chase me to stick it on. Can I let them do that?"

Wait, is something wrong? Pale Face thought. No, no, no, there are too many things that are right.

"Doesn't your Wei En Tower have an underground parking lot?"

"It does, but it's always full when I go."

Pale Face was absolutely horrified and said, "The entire underground garage is full before you go to work???"

Doesn't Batman get up earlier than a chicken and sleep later than a dog? At least the Batman he knew fought crime until the early hours of the morning, didn't even return home, and went straight to Wei En Tower to play his Bruce Wei En. Pale Face was almost driven crazy by him.

"Go to work? I don't go to work. I just go to check on things occasionally."

"Then who is in charge of Wei En Enterprises?"

"Tim, doesn't your universe have this person?"

Pale Face's look at Bruce became increasingly strange. He said, "You don't act as Batman, and you don't manage Wei En Enterprises, so what industry do you mainly work in in Cat Getan?"

"I'm a PhD student."

Pale Face had just breathed a sigh of relief when he felt something was wrong again. He said, "You haven't graduated from your PhD yet?"

"Yeah. Put away that look of contempt. If your professor were Schiller, you'd be even worse off than me."

Pale Face recalled the entire process of dealing with Schiller and couldn't find any words to refute it. Then he said, "Then don't you have a private parking spot?"

"I do, but it's been taken by someone else."

"Then drive the guy who took your spot away."

"I can't drive them away."

"How could you not be able to drive them away?"

"Their English isn't good, and I can't understand what they're saying. The key is that they have a particularly violent temper. If we disagree, they want to start a fight. It wouldn't be good for me to go see Tim with injuries, would it?"

Pale Face was already full of question marks. The above passage was no longer a question of what was wrong; he understood every word in it, so why did it sound like the whispers of an Old God when put together?

Finally, the car was parked, and Bruce said.

"The key is that even if I go to see Tim with injuries, he won't help me, only telling me to endure it to prevent the two of us from being kicked out of Wei En Enterprises. Sigh, misfortune in the family."