American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The fear of Gotham is definitely related to a scarecrow, who wears a torn sack mask on his head and is as thin as a stick.

He is an insignificant person no matter where he is, but in Gotham, such an insignificant person becomes a super criminal.

The fear gas he developed caused several critical hits to Batman, to the point that... it was ineffective against Batman in the later stages.

Miao Mu stood at the door of the restaurant wearing a mask, watching the ambulance take the injured away, well, two were taken away.

The Assassin's League had dozens of plans to destroy Gotham, including but not limited to: releasing viruses, blowing up reservoirs, making nuclear bombs, and manipulating the economy.

From this point of view, Gotham is really full of disasters...

But the Assassin's League, mixed with Scarecrow...

Miao Mu looked at a pigeon that had landed on the roof with a slightly deep gaze, "Then don't blame me for being rude..."

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As the sun sets, Miaomu wears a thick windbreaker to cover the battery hanging around his waist, a double-barreled shotgun with a sawed-off barrel, a pistol, and a sturdy metal rope.

After everything was ready, Miaomu picked up the cigarette on the table, looked at the broken window, put it in his mouth, took out a lighter, lit the cigarette, and walked outside.

"Mumu!"

"Sheriff!"

"Boss!"

As soon as Naegi walked out, all kinds of names were called out. Jerry was wearing a thick bulletproof vest and carrying a Thompson submachine gun on his shoulder, with the round drum magazine filled with bullets.

Otis leaned against the wall, carrying the hunting fork, with a gas mask on his face, and waved to Naimu.

There were six other policemen around, all wearing bulletproof vests. The money was not wasted, and the people were not taken care of in vain.

If they dare to choose seedlings, they are also choosing their own future. After all, there are not many people who treat the people below them as human beings.

"There's nothing more to say. I don't care that son of a bitch! He dares to touch Arkham! He dares to touch my brother Miaomu! There's only one word for that: let him die!"

Naegi kicked a nearby table, knocking it over and causing it to fall heavily to the ground.

“Come with me if you are not afraid of death. There will be no reward for those who come back alive. But if you are gone, your parents are my parents! Your brothers are my brothers! Your sisters are my sisters! Your children are my children! Your wife is my biological sister!”

"I, Miao Mu, am leaving this to you! If you become disabled, I will take care of you! If you die, I will carry your coffin! I, Miao Mu, am worthless! No one loves me, but I have come this far because I dared to fight for my life and had a little bit of luck!"

"I believe I still have a little bit of luck. I will charge at the front of you. Others may not treat you as human beings, but I treat you as brothers! Today I have no other intention..."

"Someone bullied us in Arkham! More than a dozen of our brothers were sent to the hospital! Tell me! What should I do!!!"

"Fuck them!!!"

Miaomu's highly inspiring words, together with the shouts of Jerry and others, directly boosted the morale. The team of less than ten people shouted out with the momentum of thousands of troops.

"Let's go and show them what they are getting themselves into!"

Miao Mu grabbed a shotgun and led the team outside. Two bulletproof vehicles borrowed from the Gotham Police Department were parked on the road.

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At eight o'clock in the evening, on the seaside highway, the waves were washing the rocks. The wind was very strong tonight, and people standing on the road were swaying.

Bronze Tiger was wearing a combat suit with tiger-like stripes on it. Under the jaguar hood, Bronze Tiger closed his eyes tightly, listening to the news in the sea breeze.

What is different from before is that the equipment that Tonghu wore today has metal wrappings at the joints, and there is also increased protection on the chest and back. What is more conspicuous is that there are two weapons shaped like tiger claws on his waist.

Apparently his previous fight with Naegi had made him defensive.

coming!

Tonghu opened his eyes, which were like a ray of cold light, and looked towards the road ahead. The first thing the headlights saw was a black police van, which was crashing towards him at an alarming speed.

Miaomu was driving, with his arm leaning on the window and a cigarette in his hand. When he saw Tonghu standing in the middle of the road, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and accelerated to crash into him.

Tonghu looked at the police car speeding towards him without any change in expression. When the distance between the two was less than 20 meters, Tonghu moved and ran forward directly, as if he was seeking death.

A few seconds before being hit by the car, Tonghu did a backflip, as if performing an acrobatics, turned a circle in the air, landed right above the police car, and reached out to grab the brass knuckles around his waist.

He landed on the roof of the car all of a sudden. Tonghu gathered his strength and punched the roof with a dull thud.

A dent was smashed into the roof of the car, luckily the car was bulletproof, otherwise it would have been smashed through if it was an ordinary roof.

Miaomu turned the steering wheel to the limit and stepped on the brakes. The police van went sideways on the road and almost overturned.

The tires rubbed against the ground, leaving several charred marks before the heavy police box car came to a stop.

Miaomu pushed open the car door and got out holding a shotgun. Tonghu did not hesitate either, and the two of them had no intention of talking. Now it was a life-and-death fight!

As soon as he picked up the shotgun, Tonghu punched down. Miaomu raised his hand to block it, and with a clang, the shotgun was almost broken by Tonghu, and the barrel even showed signs of bending.

Miaomu raised his leg and kicked out, causing Tonghu to take a step back. Miaomu picked up the shotgun, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

There was a dull thud and a flash of fire from the muzzle. Tonghu dodged hurriedly as dense steel balls brushed past him.

Miao Mu loaded the shotgun and pulled the trigger repeatedly. The muffled sound of "dong dong dong" echoed around him.

Tonghu was like an acrobat, doing backflips, side flips, and somersaults. His speed was always a little faster than Miaomu, allowing bullets to fly past him.

Densely packed steel balls fell on the railing nearby and were instantly shattered into pieces.

As soon as the shotgun was empty of bullets, Tonghu pounced forward immediately. Although Tonghu was not very interested in guns, as a former mercenary, he was very familiar with the parameters of various types of guns.

No matter how powerful a gun is, the bullets will eventually run out. Only a body that has been tempered a thousand times is the best weapon!

Miaomu took the shotgun and threw it forward. Tonghu swung a punch, and the punch landed solidly on the shotgun.

The barrel of the gun was bent directly, as if it was run over by a truck, and fell to the ground with a clang.

Bronze Tiger swung his fist like a tiger stretching out its claws to strike, with fierce momentum, pressing forward.

"I'm waiting for you! If you dare to come alone, just lie down!"

Miaomu roared, and threw a desperate punch, hitting Tonghu head-on.

Bronze Tiger has practiced for many years, and his muscles and bones have been tempered through wind, rain, water and fire. How can a seedling withstand it?

Even with the powerful attack of the Iron Monkey Fist's Four Moves, Miaomu was still shocked and took several steps back.

And this was exactly the opportunity that Naegi wanted to create. He raised his left hand, wearing a glove-like equipment, and spread out his five fingers. Like a sleeve arrow, a white arc of electricity shot out from the cuff.

It was an electric bomb that Nygma modified using the police station's explosion-proof electric gun. It was more covert and more dangerous.

Tonghu, who had just punched with all his strength and had his feet firmly on the ground, instinctively raised his hands to block, and did not repeat the scene of catching the bullet with his bare hands as before.

The arc is very thin, like a glowing fishing line, but it is much more dangerous than a fired bullet.

The electric bullet fell on Tonghu's body, just like a needle piercing into his clothes. Miaomu only felt the electric wires hidden in his sleeves suddenly became extremely hot and burned uncomfortably.

The huge electric current passed through the thin wire behind the electric bomb and spread to Tonghu's body. White light flashed, and even a tough guy like Tonghu raised his head and screamed.