REVIEWS AND POWERSTONES PLSSS!!!!!REVIEWS AND POWERSTONES PLSSS!!!!!REVIEWS AND POWERSTONES PLSSS!!!!!Chapter 286: Christmas Heist
Reed Richards, Susan Storm, Jonathan Johnny Storm, Ben Grimm.
These were the four most critical names Batman had queried regarding Baxter Building—based on Helen Cho's positioner before it failed.
Different from Stark Tower, Oscorp Tower, even Parker Tower—Baxter Building wasn't any corporate group headquarters. Rather, it was purchased by Reed Richards as his personal laboratory.
Due to Reed Richards's excessively dazzling scientific performances, even if he never externally invented anything valuable—his existence itself represented some form of strategic talent.
Therefore, Reed Richards could receive US government funding allocations with peace of mind—conducting any experiments and difficult problems he found interesting.
For sufficiently intelligent people, this obviously represented one method both distancing from commerce while possessing sufficient experimental funding.
But Reed Richards's case couldn't serve as reference for Batman or Dr. Banner. The former could never publicly appear like Reed. The latter was already pursued by General Ross.
As for Dr. Banner, he similarly couldn't do this.
Before General Ross was exposed by Eddie Brock's dirt and completely stepped down—government and military consistently turned blind eyes toward General Ross's behaviors.
Hard determining whether General Ross's all actions possessed military and governmental support behind them.
Because these four Reed-led scientists' all actions appeared nearly transparent, Batman investigating them required zero effort.
"Any information lacks evidence that any among the four possibly possess supernatural powers."
"Not excluding my excessive sensitivity possibilities. But I still need preparing confronting supernatural powers."
"Helen Cho encountered at Baxter Building a little girl named Lunella. Entire New York possesses 214 under-fifteen-year-old girls with this name."
"Unless I can obtain this Lunella's photographic information, otherwise I cannot determine which specific individual she is."
Inside the Batcave, Batman rapidly contemplated various possibilities:
"This method is actually relatively easily resolved. I can use Peter Parker identity proceeding to Baxter Building—perhaps meeting that Lunella-named little girl."
"This operation's planning priority isn't high. What I currently most need doing is finding Black Widow."
Batman didn't drill into dead ends due to that possibly-existing supernatural power.
Since this problem temporarily couldn't obtain answers, Batman wouldn't invest all his energies pursuing it.
According to plan urgency priorities, Batman currently should be finding Black Widow.
Hawkeye had already arrived in Japan. "Fifteen days" was Batman's deadline for him—similarly Batman's Black Widow-searching deadline.
"Robin, depart with me." Batman addressed Venom Robin.
"Training?" Venom Robin asked.
"Training, plus partial practice." Batman said.
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Sky gradually darkening. Queens, New York.
Ponce Bank was typical community bank—wherever stable high-frequency financial service demands existed, they opened there.
Currently at one Queens branch, several men wearing red white-trimmed cotton coats, wearing snow-white fake beards, pushed open bank glass doors.
They carried red bundles—clearly Santa Claus appearances. One individual placed one small Christmas tree beside bank doors. Other individuals toward preparing-to-clock-out bank employees laughingly said:
"Merry Christmas!"
Ponce Bank's manager—face full of smiles—greeted forward:
"Gentlemen, currently is late September. Christmas remains very long periods away. But still thanking your arrival."
The manager while greeting several Santas, turned instructing his subordinates:
"Bring several coffee cups out. Though Christmas hasn't arrived, I'm willing properly receiving these Santas."
The Santas laughed heartily, consecutively removing rear red bundles, opening them, extending hands exploring inside.
Bank manager's face carried smiles. He wanted observing what gifts these slightly-early-arriving Santas would produce.
Quickly, as Santas' hands gradually extracted from bundles—the bank manager couldn't smile anymore.
The Santa had extracted double-barrel shotguns—aiming gun barrels at this manager's head.
"Sir, sirs..." The manager's voice trembled. Death's threat shrouded his head—making him unable maintaining previous composure receiving these Santas.
"No calling police. No resisting." The Santa said.
Words barely finished—one Santa viciously swung gun stock smashing this bank manager's face—smashing him prone on ground.
"Ah!" One female employee behind counters couldn't restrain releasing one scream.
CLICK!
Bullets chambered. One Santa aimed double-barrel shotgun at the female employee—frightening her into trembling entire body into one mass.
Other employees subconsciously wanted fleeing—even extracting handguns the bank manager hid beneath tables for resistance.
But as those Santas one-by-one chambered bullets, employees immediately obediently remained motionless. Nobody dared rashly standing out.
Lives belonged to themselves. Nobody would lose lives for work—especially since these several Santa-delayed minutes had already reached their clock-out times.
"Gentlemen, current situations are already very obvious." The Santa said. "Let cash fill our gift packages. We guarantee not harming you."
BANG!
The just-speaking Santa aimed gun barrels downward—shooting the fallen bank manager's leg once.
Screams plus chair-moving sounds rose and fell. But quickly stopped under Santa gun-barrel intimidation.
"Otherwise my gun might disobey—just like moments ago." The Santa smiled.
"Here, fill it—like your husband fills you." Another Santa handed bundles to the previously-screaming female employee.
The female employee—terrified beyond measure—cried while pleading:
"Please don't do this. I'll lose this job."
"Not doing this—what you'll lose is your own life." The Santa shot once at bank counter glass—thus glass CRASH shattered into countless pieces.
Then the Santa reloaded double-barrel shotgun, pressing gun barrel against the female employee's chest:
"Immediately do as I say!"
The female employee forcibly endured sobbing. While cautiously accepting packages, extracting cash from beneath-counter safes, while seizing this opportunity quietly extending hands toward beneath-table alarm buttons.
She thought her movements were secretive. But still discovered by Santa-disguised robbers.
"Don't move!"
The female employee's movements immediately froze. She clearly observed robbers had already placed fingers on triggers—possibly shooting anytime making her heart stop beating.
"It's over..." The female employee despairingly shed tears. Everything before eyes was immediately blurred into one sheet by tears.
Within these blurred images, she heard CRASH sounds—bank skylights violently shattered. Then one giant bat-wing-shaped shadow descended from skylight positions.
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