Hearing this, Vincent felt his blood run cold.
He desperately looked for an excuse to back out, but Oswald grabbed his arm and dragged him flat against the door.
“Did you hear that?
The cabinet door opened…
rustling sounds, like someone’s taking off clothes!” Oswald lowered his voice, listening while quietly placing his hand on the doorknob.
He gestured to Vincent, signaling that they would charge in together after a countdown of three.
Vincent nodded, secretly pleased.
The bio-engineered human was incredibly strong, so there was no need to sneak up to the second floor.
Clearly, there was a thief inside.
If he could use this situation to lure Oswald away from the casino, that would be perfect.
On the count of three, they busted the door open.
But the expected scene of catching someone red-handed did not appear.
Instead, what greeted their eyes was a pair of long, smooth legs.
The beautiful blonde girl, wearing only her underwear, let out a loud scream the moment she realized someone had barged in.
Vincent recognized her.
She was the waitress from the first floor, a girl he eyed a couple of times earlier because of her good looks.
“Didn’t Mr.
Maroni tell you this room is off-limits!” The girl crouched down, hugging her knees.
Whether out of embarrassment or anger, her pretty face flushed bright red.
“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” Oswald wasn’t buying the act.
He pulled out brass knuckles from his pocket and stepped forward, clearly indicating that if her answer didn’t satisfy him, a brutal scene of violence was unavoidable.
“Do you think I want to be here?
It’s that bastard Maroni forcing me…” The girl bit her lip, looking so pathetic that it was hard to call it an act.
“Don’t insult Mr.
Maroni!” “Fine…
Mr.
Maroni sent me here.
If you don’t believe me, I can make a call!” She covered her chest as she walked to the table, picked up the phone, and dialed a series of numbers.
Whether by accident or on purpose, Vincent noticed that the distance between Oswald and her, which had been just a few steps, had now widened.
“Yes, didn’t you tell your men?
They are suspicious of me now!” After complaining for a moment, she pointed to the phone, signaling for Oswald to listen.
Then she stepped away from the table and pulled a leather outfit from her small bag.
“I don’t know why Mr.
Maroni is so obsessed with leather outfits.
Does he just love role-playing that much?” In just a few moments, the girl had slipped into the leather outfit, twisting her hips as she struggled to pull up the zipper.
If an ordinary person had witnessed such a seductive scene, they might have been completely mesmerized.
Unfortunately for her, she had encountered Vincent.
The moment he saw the sexy leather outfit, her identity was exposed.
To confirm his suspicion, Vincent tried calling out her name.
“Hey, Selina!” Catwoman was still lost in her role-playing, complaining nonstop, but the sudden call pulled her out of character.
Hearing her name spoken by a stranger, her body trembled.
It really was Catwoman!
Selina Kyle!
“Damn it!
Don’t touch the phone!” The warning came a little too late.
Oswald had already picked up the phone.
Catwoman had modified it somehow, and a powerful electric current instantly shocked him, making his eyes roll back.
Vincent decisively took action.
With a flying kick, Oswald toppled over like a log rolling off a truck, crashing straight to the ground.
*Well…
the plan went wrong but still progressed smoothly.
Now I just need to figure out how to get him out of here.* “Alright, handsome, the nuisance is gone.
Now, can you answer a question for me?” Selina slowly closed in on Vincent with a catwalk-like stride.
In her eyes, the threat had been eliminated.
Removing the exaggerated golden curly wig, Selina revealed her sleek silver-gray short hair.
She pressed Vincent against the wall; not with her hands, but with her foot.
Dressed in leather, Catwoman executed a perfect split, her long, slim leg pinning Vincent in his place.
*She really knows how to do this.* “Where did you hear that name?
Or let me be more clear; how do you know me?” Vincent was barely holding it together under the intense pressure of her advances, nearly drowning in the temptation.
Luckily, he remembered his mission and pushed Catwoman’s leg away just a fraction of a second before losing his mind.
“Help me carry him to the window.” Her flawless charm had failed.
Stunned, Catwoman frowned and pursed her lips, questioning her power of seduction for the first time in her life.
“What are you waiting for?
Give me a hand!” Vincent urged impatiently.
“Oh…
fine.” After tying the rope around Oswald, Catwoman lowered him from the window while Vincent waited below.
They managed to get him down without any major problems.
Catwoman executed a graceful backflip from the second floor, landing on the pavement without making a single noise.
*Wow, she’s got iron knees!* Vincent couldn’t help but be impressed.
“Now you can answer my question, right?
Don’t try to dodge it again…” Catwoman muttered, about to repeat her earlier move, but Vincent quickly dodged her with a shoulder shift.
The cold night air quickly cleared the restless hormones from his system.
He realized that no matter how beautiful his fantasies about Catwoman had been, he couldn’t equate a work of fictional art with a living person.
Beneath her attractive appearance lay a dangerous serpent.
Selina also realized that this man was immune to her tactics.
Her extraordinary beauty had brought her many advantages since childhood, leading her to assume that all men should fall at her feet.
Moving through Gotham’s legal and criminal underworlds, she was both a captivating socialite and a mesmerizing cat-eyed thief, never failing to steal wealth or hearts.
Her strong pride and desire for control wouldn’t allow Vincent to be an exception even if it meant resorting to violence.
Catwoman fell silent, revealing the sharp claws hidden beneath her leather suit.
But right at that tense, explosive moment, the violent sound of shattering wood tore through the silent night.
A piercing scream capable of shattering glass signaled the start of the real show.
The major turning point predicted in the comic books had finally arrived.
Dr.
Hugo had arrived with his bioweapons!
“It’s dangerous here.
Move!” Carrying Oswald on his back, Vincent grabbed Selina’s hand and pulled the stunned girl into the shadows of the alley.
Vincent should be grateful he left early, as the massacre was far more brutal and bloody than anything described in the comics.
The heavy, multiple deadbolts originally meant to keep the Gotham police out had now become an impassable wall blocking the guests’ only way out.
Countless gamblers were trapped inside, desperately banging on the door, while the approaching shadows behind them shattered their last shreds of hope.
The shadows drew closer and closer.
Richie Pantone knelt on the ground in despair.
He lifted his head, his empty eyes staring at the ceiling like an ancient human looking up at a crop circle, desperately praying for a god to answer.
A massive hand came down to deliver judgment.
No one in the casino survived, including all members of the Roman Empire gang except for the two of them.