American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

In the Gotham Royal Hotel, after Talia's second call failed to go through, she immediately hung up the phone, packed up and left.

Now they are in the light while Miaomu and the others are in the dark. Those guys are like hidden poisonous snakes and can attack them at any time.

As soon as Talia came down from upstairs, she felt the possibility of being monitored. She glanced at the people around her, but could not see any changes.

But maybe it's not a human...

Talia looked at those inconspicuous corners. The palm-sized mouse with a camera could go anywhere and was easier to hide than anything else.

"Hello." Talia reached out and stopped a waiter.

"Can you help me drive the car out?" Talia picked up the key to a Porsche sports car, waved it in front of the waiter, took off her glasses, and blinked playfully.

The waiter's face instantly turned red, and he quickly bowed: "I'm happy to serve you!"

"Go."

Talia said with a pretentious smile, her eyes as if she was looking at a young lover, which made the waiter's heart beat faster. He quickly steadied his posture and jogged all the way to the parking lot.

After the waiter left, Talia's face instantly turned cold, and the feeling of being monitored had not yet disappeared.

She hated this uneasy feeling and regretted even more that she had not killed Naegi last night.

Because she felt that there would never be such an opportunity again in the future, and a woman's sixth sense is very accurate.

But at this moment, Talia didn't hope that this premonition was accurate at all. Was the Assassin's League's plan going to fail?

At the entrance of the hotel, a silver Porsche sports car slowly drove over, with a streamlined body and shiny and noble liquid silver.

From a distance, the car looks like a sharp blade cutting through the air when it runs. This is also Talia's favorite car. She likes the color and the sharpness of the blade.

Just like Lei Xiaogu, who has lived for seven hundred years, he has witnessed the rise and fall of countless dynasties and the changes of various weapons.

However, in the end, only humans are the most powerful weapons. This is also the force respected by the Assassin's League, which makes people as sharp as weapons, fearless, fearless, and invincible.

But when the car drove over, Talia didn't look happy at all. The car had been tampered with...

Even if she didn't go out, she would know clearly through the glass that if she drove away from here, she would really die, no matter if there were explosives in the car or on the road...

Talia believed in her instincts. She knew that the other party wanted to kill her just as much as she did.

"Welcome to Gotham...ha." Talia sneered, she seemed to have grasped a way to break the deadlock.

"Miss, your car." The waiter who went to drive the car ran over, stood where he was, and extended his hand to invite Talia to come over.

"This car is for you. Please help me contact the TV station and tell them that... Lars Investment Group will be participating in the Gotham Charity Cooperation Gala. Please help me contact your manager to arrange the venue."

After giving the order, Talia turned and walked towards the elevator, raising her head proudly. Since someone wanted her dead, she would do it in a high-profile manner so that no one would dare to do anything to her.

Police...then come and kill me...

When Talia walked into the elevator, she suddenly turned her head to look at an oil painting on the wall. In the frame of the painting, there was a little mouse lying on it, like a gray glutinous rice ball.

People coming and going did not discover this little secret.

Talia didn't fight back, although she could have done that, but she raised her hand and blew a charming kiss, as if declaring victory, and walked into the elevator with her head raised.

The little mouse watched the elevator door close and continue to rise.

In a car outside, Nygma had a gloomy face as he looked at the images on the computer screen, playing with the bomb remote control in his hand.

After trying several times, he still failed to press the detonation button. Blowing up a valuable sports car was useless.

This woman... is much smarter than she looks.

It's also much more difficult... I really want to blow her to death like this.

Nygma sighed, closed his computer, picked up the pager and gave two instructions: "Otis, we can leave now. We're going to the next point. Meet me at Third Avenue."

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Arkham Asylum, Strange's office.

What happened last night was hidden from many people, but not from Hugo Strange. The Assassin's League was almost wiped out, which was not good news for him.

Especially...his own ally was discovered.

Strange turned his chair and looked at Scarecrow Jonathan who was sitting on the sofa. He was wearing a torn sack mask on his face and was watching the images broadcast on TV calmly.

"It is reported that Gotham University was attacked by terrorists using poison gas. The number of injured has reached 371, most of whom are students in class. The school's ventilation ducts have become..."

Ding, the TV is turned off.

Scarecrow Jonathan slapped the sofa angrily, "What are you doing? This is my biggest experimental plan!"

Strange threw the TV remote control on the table and rubbed his forehead helplessly, "You are a wanted criminal now, don't you have any other ideas to do something bigger?"

"Something bigger? Is there a bigger plan than plunging Gotham into desperate fear? Let those damn bastards know what fear is and what it means to be afraid!"

Jonathan was like a charlatan, clenching his hands and reciting his grand ambitions like a fool.

But from his sparkling eyes, it was obvious that he didn't think that way in his heart. As an expert in psychology, Jonathan was not as simple as he seemed.

Otherwise, he would not have embarked on this criminal path. He wanted to see the fear and pain in those people's eyes, just like seeing himself when he was bullied.

Those people stuffed the insects and snakes that he was afraid of into his clothes. He cried and trembled in fear and begged for mercy.

Jonathan hated himself at that time, just like he hated termites and ants. He hated himself at that time, but he also wanted to see himself at that time being distorted by fear.

Like a snake clinging to your legs, the cold touch is like the pervasive, material embodiment of fear.

Strange was too lazy to understand what he was thinking, he was just thinking about how to be more beneficial to himself.

The Assassin's League can no longer be relied upon. That idiot woman Talia has suffered such a huge setback, she will definitely not give up. However... that young policeman is really awesome.

At the same time, in the basement laboratory of Arkham Asylum, in the empty laboratory, there was only the humming sound of some instruments running and the culture tanks filled with Malfurion preservative fluid.

The clown's pale body suddenly opened its eyes, and its pupils dilated and shrank, adapting to the changes in the surroundings.

But after a moment, the clown closed his eyes again, but the smile frozen on his face became even deeper.

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In the evidence department of the Gotham Police Department, Barbara, who was searching for treasure here, found a computer case from a pile of misplaced evidence.

After just one look, Barbara's face showed surprise. Although the outer shell was inconspicuous, the parts inside and the assembled effect were much better than her computer.

Moreover, judging from the interfaces on the chassis, there should be supporting equipment. Barbara turned her head and looked at the warehouse full of evidence, and the smile on her face suddenly disappeared.

The evidence piled up randomly, there was everything, a bloody machete, unopened bullet boxes, and a bunch of miscellaneous things, making the place look very messy.

It’s… a little hard to find something in here.

No matter what, Barbara ran out with the computer and connected to the Internet at an office desk, intending to continue searching the Gotham Police Department's database and dismantle all the secret doors.

As soon as the computer turned on, a yellow question mark popped up, followed by a green background screen and a riddle.

"I feel your every move, I know your every thought, I have been with you since birth. What am I?"

Barbara muttered the riddle above, twisting her hair a few times in confusion, but she thought about it for a while.

Tentatively typed an answer above.

"Reflection. Only the shadow exists simultaneously with every movement." After Barbara entered the answer, the computer's password lock popped open.

The computer interface looked like it had been modified by someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, with all the files arranged in the order of playing card suits.

However, some of them had been encrypted and could not be opened. Barbara moved her mouse and clicked on the few that were left.

"Naegi, male..."