Qin Wei cautiously poked the screen. He guessed he had encountered a hacker, but he could not bring up the keyboard, and the phone kept vibrating, leaving him no way to communicate with whoever was on the other end.
"I mean you no harm. I'm only here to say hello. I find you very interesting."
As if guessing what he was thinking, the bright red text on the screen began jumping again.
"You weren't careful enough with that robbery. I've already deleted some surveillance footage that might have left evidence, including tonight's footage from the intersection, of course."
"When pitch-black clashes with stark white, which will prevail? I'm looking forward to the result."
As the final period appeared, a cross-shaped flash swept across the screen before it went dark.
Qin Wei patted the phone. A burnt smell drifted out of the speaker holes. It looked like this thing was finished.
For now, he believed the other party meant no harm. Almost a month had passed since the bank robbery. If they really wanted to expose them, they would have acted long ago. Why brazenly pop up in his face and put him on his guard? Not everyone was as cryptic as Riddler, after all.
Still, just in case, he decided to contact Mickey the following morning. He was also skilled at hacking and had once hacked into the bank's security system.
Before that, though, he needed a good sleep.
The next few days passed without incident. As usual, Qin Wei clocked in at Johnny's under the identity of Matches Malone.
During that time, the Bad Men Gang ran rampant across the Upper East Side. In the open, they robbed three armored trucks in succession and attacked a stock exchange. In secret, they kept expanding their power, swallowing up dozens of