It was a dark night in New York City. Nothing happened, except for a few leaves blown through the air by the autumn wind.
Then the sirens started. Within a heartbeat the entire police was out on the streets.
The central bank had been robbed!
Peter was reading a book in his room, when a whole row of police cars passed by.
“Huh?” He ran to the window and saw the last car passing around the corner. “What on earth is going on?” He switched on the TV.
He searched for a speed news channel. When he found one, the reporter was just telling what had happened:
“The central bank has been robbed. Apparently Doc Oc is on the move again. We strongly recommend that everybody stays at home, until this is solved.
Live from the crime scene: Reporter Jenny, News around the clock”
Peter had seen enough and switched off the TV.
’Better stop that madman…’ he thought by himself.
Later, on top of a building near the central b
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