Phantom Kid in the American Comic World
11. Marvie Brandon

"Eh ~ hahahahahaha!"

Suddenly, the receptionist burst into laughter so those who did not know her would think she was not one of the Penguin crew but just a fangirl.

”Phantom Kid, a gem just as precious as Adam's Star.. how dare you show it to someone...especially at the Iceberg restaurant?”

”If only you did not take out the jewel and obediently put on your blindfold and entered the Exchange Room. Everyone there is very professional, even the boss will not take the item that others are trying to sell.

The woman's receptionist expression instantly became deeply wrapped up by greed.

Mathison couldn't help but sigh, it was embarrassing to see such a beautiful face distorted.

"If I could offer the Star of Adam to the boss, I could ..", at that thought, he reached out and ordered two burly men.

"Dealing with him! Capture Star Adam!”

The two burly thugs were well prepared, and once the receptionist's words came out of his mouth, both of them lunged at Mathison, but were easily avoided by him.

"Trust me, you've made a stupid decision."

Agility is a must for a thief, he can even dodge a gun bullet, let alone a two-punk fist without training in combat.

Even without the strength of the system, the transmigration itself had given him unusually strong motor nerves, which made any physical exercise he did twice as effective.

After dodging the attacks of the two strong men, Mathison crouched down and performed a heavy sweeping kick.

"Pump!"

One of the strong men fell, and then Mathison rolled to the left, distancing herself from the others, with an additional poker card already in her hand.

“As spades, did you know that this card, in addition to the best, also represents-“

"Death."

The receptionist swore that the hand holding the card did not move at all in front of his eyes, but the card suddenly disappeared, in the true sense of the word.

Then, there was a little "poof" and he realized that the card had been stuck in the neck of another buff man.

Nah! Both had cards stuck in their necks, only the ones that had just been kicked and had not woken up were worse for not being able to stand upright and having to remain in a half-squat position.

Since the two cards had cut perfectly into the carotid arteries of the two men, normally, now, blood would spurt everywhere, but what actually happened was that the blood was flowing very slowly.

“I advise you to keep still, otherwise, you will die from excessive bleeding in a very short time, the type of bleeding that can not be saved.”

"The restaurant is beautifully decorated and I can't believe any of us would want to see it covered in blood."

Mathison stood up and said in a polite tone.

He was not in his civilian form, and he did not mind killing someone, however, he was definitely not the type of person who would kill someone even if he could. After all, he was a thief, not a robber.

Moreover, in a dangerous world like American comics, being too kind would definitely get him killed.

At the same time, he did not want to just give away the gems that he had worked so hard to obtain.

"Well, I underestimated you, Phantom Kid."

The receptionist took out a gun from her belt, "Give Adam's Star and I can guarantee that the boss won't take revenge on you for what happened today."

“Oh, your attitude has changed enough, how about we bet?”

“Bet?” The receptionist sighed.

"For a dollar, I'm sure your weapon .. there's no bullet in it."

Mathison looked confident as if she was sure of what she was saying.

His finger pulled the trigger

At that moment, an unprecedented silence struck the compartment, as no bullets actually flew!

Mathison slowly stretched out her right hand, and inside was a magazine.

"That moment!" Suddenly, the receptionist remembered that the Phantom Kid had previously pointed his hand at his waist, and it turned out that he had stolen his own magazine back then, without telling him.

The speed of the hand is so frightening …

The receptionist was drenched in cold sweat, his grip on the gun involuntarily loosened, and the gun fell to the floor.

”Well, can you take me to Bursa now? And, don't bother, just take me to your boss, Penguin.”

"I'm here to do business, I don't want to spoil the peace."

Mathison approached the receptionist, reached out and raised her chin, with a face close to her ear, and whispered softly.

The young receptionist nodded tremblingly, thinking that a newcomer to Gotham like the Phantom Kid would not dare to make trouble in the Penguin region, but he was proven wrong.

Later, doctors from the Penguin crew are called in to rescue the two great criminals, and then, with him in the lead, Mathison walks from the third box to the left of the current box. It has identical tables and chairs.

The receptionist walked up to the wall and lightly knocked several times and the secret door opened.

To be precise, it was an elevator and the Iceberg Exchange was located underground in the Iceberg Restaurant.

It is unknown how many meters underground but Mathison's rough estimate may be over fifty meters.

The structure of the exchange is actually very similar to the restaurant above, once inside there is an auction house that can accommodate hundreds of people. Most of the items traded here are contraband items in bulk, including marijuana, ketamine, opium, bobbleheads, and even a small number of human organs.

And only high-quality black bidding is done in a separate private room area behind the auction house, where the bidding is just as diverse, there is only what you can't think of, he said, not what you can't buy.

Slaves, weapons, intelligence, treasures, technology anything can be sold if you can find a buyer!

“Bos will usually just be in a private room and wait until he sees something he likes before making an offer. Here, we do not sell any goods, we leave it to the guests to trade by themselves.”

”Dan, of course, we do not offer any protection. If you are robbed or cheated, we don't care, you can solve your problem when you exit Iceberg Restaurant.”

The receptionist takes Mathison to Penguin's exclusive private room while introducing her professionally, her mental strength so strong that she acts as if the recent fight never happened.

"Ahead is the private room where the boss is." 

He pointed to the dark door in front of him.

"Who are you?"

Mathison asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

"Interestingly, such a low-class receptionist shouldn't act like you, even if you're one of Penguin's subordinates."

"I want to know about your true identity."

Mathison's gaze flickered as she watched the woman in front of him stiffen for a split second, something she wouldn't have been able to find, if not for her excellent eyesight.

”... I'm not a receptionist, I'm just here to fill in today, and for who I really am, you'll find out when you meet boss.”

"Of course, so, beautiful lady, can you tell me your name at least?"

“Marvie Brandon.”

marvie said coldly.