I just want to live a peaceful life in DC world

Chapter 78 Human Bats
A week after the League of Assassins attack.

The Arkham Asylum located in the woods in the outskirts is always extraordinarily gloomy, especially in the early morning amidst the chirping of insects, the faint screams from the asylum can be heard, which makes people feel even more creepy.

However, at this moment, there were three figures standing at the door of the madhouse.

"Hiss—why is it so cold here? Sergeant Gordon, how long do we have to wait here?"

I saw a man with a full face and a big belly, rubbing his hands and saying impatiently.He wore a bowler hat on his head, and a shiny police badge was pinned to his khaki loose suit.

"I remember reminding you to put on more clothes, but it's almost time for Brock, and the previous appointment is 12 o'clock-look, they are here."

As soon as Gordon finished speaking, the dazzling white headlights approached from a distance, and the roar of the engine broke the tranquility outside the madhouse.

The brakes sounded, and a prisoner escort vehicle with the GCPD logo on it stopped in front of the two police detectives. After a while, the door opened, and a woman in a GCPD uniform jumped out of the driver's seat.

"Thank you, Montoya."

"Good evening, Sergeant Gordon, and Bullock—why are you shaking all the time, I can almost see the afterimage of the flesh on your face."

Seeing that the female agent covered her mouth and seemed to be holding back a smile, Bullock pouted, and rudely grabbed the person beside him and pushed him forward.

"Don't be a mother-in-law, hurry up and put this thing in the car, and finish the transfer task early and get off work early."

The female detective named Montoya put away her smile, her face became solemn, and she looked at the person who was pushed in front of her by Bullock.

I saw that this person's head was covered by a sack, and his face could not be seen.He was wearing the hospital gown of Arkham Asylum, and his hands and feet were firmly locked by shiny silver metal shackles.

"Sheriff Gordon, he is."

"That's right, he is Jonathan Klein, the prisoner who will be transferred from Arkham Asylum to Blackgate Prison today."

Montoya nodded, raised his hand and made a light gesture, and then a figure in uniform and a police cap got out of the passenger cab and escorted the prisoner into the car through the rear tailgate.

"and many more!"

Bullock, who was originally languid, suddenly turned sharp, and took a step forward while yelling.

"I don't seem to have seen you before, and it seems a little familiar—"

"Okay, Brock, he is a newcomer who was recently transferred to Black Gate Prison, and I also know him. You may be overtired, don't scare others."

Gordon quickly stopped Bullock with his hand, and then said to Montoya.

"Come on, be careful and be safe."

After Montoya stood upright and saluted, he quickly returned to the car, while another figure in uniform locked the rear door, and quickly returned to the passenger seat with his head down.

hum.

The sound of the engine sounded, and the prisoner escort vehicle gradually moved away under Bullock's suspicious gaze.

"Sheriff Gordon, is it too rash to entrust the task of escorting this felon to Montoya and a newcomer? You must know that Gotham is not peaceful recently, especially the rumored bat friend of yours."

"I have a bat friend, which is itself a rumor, Brock. Speaking of rumors, the content of tonight's mission should be top-secret. Think carefully, have you accidentally revealed it to anyone?"

Hearing Gordon's sudden question, Bullock's fat face suddenly showed a little flustered.

"Should... probably not, I have known you for so many years, you know my Sergeant Gordon, I have always kept my mouth shut—"

"Yes, yes, I understand you very well. Go back to the house first, it's too cold here, let's have a supper later, by the way, tell me that you and those people complained about working overtime tonight at noon today matter."

"Huh? No, Sheriff Gordon, how do you know—"

Just as Brock chased Gordon into the lunatic asylum, the car escorting the prisoner had already driven to the highway viaduct on the outskirts of Gotham.

"You're driving too slowly, Renee, I told you to do it"

"This is not acceptable. Even if we are partners now, it is a bit outrageous for you to drive a GCPD police car if you have a criminal record. If it gets out, Sergeant Gordon will be in big trouble—besides, our goal is also Not really going to Blackgate Prison"

Seemingly feeling that the person next to her was sulking, Renee Montoya had a wry smile on her face, and then turned on the car radio.

"...now for the evening newsletter."

"An attack happened again in Gotham University's chemical laboratory building in the early hours of yesterday. According to eyewitnesses, the security guard on the night shift revealed to our reporter that the attacker was a tall monster shaped like a bat, and insisted that the attacker called himself Batman."

"Combined with the attack on the Gotham Orphanage the day before yesterday, this is the seventh case of suspected Batman attacking people this week. GCPD Director James Gordon declined to comment on this rumor, claiming that he will investigate the truth of the incident as soon as possible."

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from their heads, as if something heavy had fallen on the roof of the car.

Montoya instantly felt that the vehicle was out of his control, as if something was forcibly reversing the direction of the vehicle.Seeing that he was about to deviate from the road and hit the fence, Montoya gritted his teeth and quickly stepped on the brakes, and forced the steering wheel back.

"Harry! Hold on to whatever's on hand—"

Bang!
Although the prisoner escort vehicle drifted to avoid directly crashing out of the fence and falling off the viaduct, it still inevitably rolled over on the road.

"Ahem, Harry, are you okay——!"

Because of the seat belt and the exercise she had received, Montoya was not injured except for a little concussion, but when she kicked the car door and climbed out from the front of the car, her pupils immediately froze in shock.

On the overturned carriage, there was a huge figure like a bat—not the clothes that looked like bats, but a real monster with a body like a bat!

With ears as big as cattail fans, gray-black hair all over the body, huge flesh wings stretching more than two meters long, not to mention the bloody mouth full of jagged and sharp teeth, it is simply a horror that only appears in nightmares biology.

Not Batman, but Man-Bat.

"So that's it, you are the real culprit of the so-called Batman attack!"

The human bat didn't pay attention to Montoya, but used its sharp lower limbs, which could not be identified as feet or claws, to slam into the iron sheet on the side of the carriage, as if trying to tear the carriage apart with brute force.

Bang bang bang!
Montoya drew out his pistol, aimed at the monster and fired several shots in a row.

However, when the bullet hit the human bat's body, it failed to break through the defenses of the skin and hair. Instead, the human bat looked even more irritable, and turned its target to Montoya's side.

"Heads down, Renee, I've got a big present for him."

Hearing the crisp and sweet voice from behind, Montoya immediately lowered his head without hesitation.

At the same time, with a gunshot, she felt something graze over her head.

(End of this chapter)