78 Chapter 78

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Rick was most pleased with this "wallet meeting". And probably because such a snack and a drink on a bowl, which is worth the cop's monthly salary (minimum), is the main argument in this.

Although we are not allowed to drink on the robot, Rick sipped a sip of fine champagne, a glass. Although knowing this drunk, this is not enough for him, and by the end of the evening, he will snatch a bottle or even two or three of this wonderful drink, judging by his words, and befitting me to continue the evening in a more "friendly atmosphere".

Although it should be noted that he did not shirk from work, he simply combined business with pleasure.

I decided to play it safe and sent several clones to the roof of this building and the neighboring ones.

Yes Yes. Over the past time, I can use six clones and keep them for a long time without dispelling. Until twelve o'clock, yesterday I specially checked. Several of them are hidden by a special technique, which I bought for the free glasses from the System that fell to me yesterday for bringing "Chakra Manipulation" to the fiftieth level. As a result, I am now on points at zero, but I know "Technique of concealment - 2 lvl."

And fortunately, I understood how to finally awaken the path of the Force of Youth. But this requires a little more time and effort. And I think I'll get them soon. The main thing is that nothing shit would happen with the upcoming vacation.

There were too many guests. Among the local celebrities, I spotted Wayne and his protege Todd. He even managed to notice in the future the third Robin - Timothy Drake with his father. Then he met Cobblepot and even a couple of "authorities" who are equally connected with crime and bohemia. But we cannot touch them.

After the mayor came to the hall, the official part began: a speech, a charity auction, then performances by several pop stars and so on.

One of my clones dispersed and brought me information that he had found Batgirl and Nightwing on the roof of a nearby building, observing the surroundings.

This calmed me a bit.

The evening really, as I had hoped, passed without incidents and problems. No assault or attempted robbery.

The guests began to leave, and I met with one of our colleagues.

Detective Raymond King. A man of average height, dark-skinned, middle-aged. Very respected in our circles, of course not as famous as Gordon, but also nothing like that. In general, the man is stern and serious. And now, after a recent injury, he looks even more formidable. The scar that adorns his temple almost hurt his eye. But it happened by a stupid accident on the hunt. He was almost never seriously wounded, even on "hot calls", but here on a hunt ... In general, I think he is offended because of this.

- Detective Dinklage. - King smiled a little. - Glad to see. How are you doing here? No incident?

- Fortunately, yes, but what happened? It seems the commissioner did not send you here.

- This is true. I have my own business here. - the detective frowned and began to peer into the crowd.

- Something dangerous? Help?

- Not. I don't think I just need to interrogate someone. Rather, ask for an "audience" from the local elite. - Well, not everyone loves the rich in Gotham. "Although, if you know where Mr. Cobblepot is?" - wow, how much bile are you in words.

- He's on the balcony now, if I'm not mistaken. Negotiates with "important guests" of a model appearance.

- Kts. Thanks for the help. - he nodded and went to the indicated place.

- It's my pleasure. - I waved it off and walked along the hall in search of Rick.

But I didn't find it. As a result, I even had to call him, he did not answer. And then I all bumped into him, coming out of the closet with the mayor's wife ... She was pretty drunk and didn't even notice me, and Rick saw and made eyes like a Behemoth giving birth. I smiled and quickly disappeared around the bend, so as not to embarrass the lady once again.

Yes, Ricardo is still the walker. I hope the mayor doesn't set them on fire, otherwise I feel one good cop will be less.

At that moment, Pamela called me.

- Aisy, where are you now? - my beloved asked me excitedly.

- Finishing work with the holiday that I told you about. Another half hour and go home.

- So you're not in the station?

- Not. Why are you asking for the site?

- He was blown up. And judging by what I heard from Harley, "Cubans" are involved.

- Fuck! - it looks like I won't have a quiet evening. - Looks like I have to go to the station. Go to bed, I'll be late.

"Be careful, Isaac. - Pamela said almost pleadingly.

Apparently my karma worked elsewhere. I hope this is just a gas explosion or some other trifle. After all, the "gang war" has just ended. And to start a new hemorrhoid is even larger than the previous one.

To be continued...