American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

After a big meal, drinking is a pleasure, but paying the bill is a painful process, with only a few bills left from the thick stack.

Miaomu threw the remaining bills to Jerry and watched him happily put them into his wallet.

Otis, who was standing next to him, was holding a piece of honey cake and feeding it to the big light brown rat Bastian.

It had just rained a little outside, the road was wet, and the lights of passing vehicles cast a beautiful light on the ground.

Thick white hot steam was gushing out of a manhole on the roadside not far away. It was already a late autumn night and a gust of wind made people feel a little cold.

"Otis, get in the car. I'll take you back."

Miao Mu took out the police car keys from his arms and was about to drive. Otis, who was following behind, shook his head.

"Well, I won't go back yet. I might be able to find some clues about the person that gentleman just mentioned."

"Huh?" Miao Mu turned his head and looked over.

Otis, holding the big rat, had a happy smile on his face. In order to attend the dinner, he specially cut his hair into a neat flat style, which he fixed with mousse and combed like a brush.

"Naegi, thank you, thank you for not despising me and treating me as a friend. I can help you, so let me go."

Otis said seriously.

Miao Mu looked at him while holding the car keys. The two looked at each other for a moment, and finally smiled at each other.

"This is for you, be careful!"

Naegi pulled out a Glock 17 from his waist and handed it to Otis, "We are friends, always!"

"Yeah!" Otis nodded heavily, holding the pistol.

"We're going back."

Jerry opened the car door and waved to him.

Miao Mu sat in the driver's seat and started the police car, turning on the police lights, and the flashing red and blue police lights came on.

"Here you go. You're not used to using a revolver." Jerry smiled and handed his Glock 17 to Naegi.

Miao Mu did not refuse. He took it and put it in the holster at his waist. He backed the police car out of the parking lot, honked the horn twice, and drove forward along the road.

Otis watched the police car go away, raised his hand to touch Bastian's fur, and walked in the opposite direction with a smile.

In a dark alley, a group of rats ran over carrying a handbag.

Otis opened his briefcase, took off his suit, and carefully placed it in a moisture-proof bag. He then took out the leather jacket, overalls, boots, and gloves he would wear when going into the water from the briefcase.

There was also a portable lamp and a yellow gas mask put on his head, and finally he took out a bundle of rope and hung it on his belt.

He lifted the sewer cover on the ground and jumped in.

In the dark sewer, Otis held a lantern, and dozens of rats gathered from all directions, gathering around him like pilgrims.

"Go find, search, find that person!"

Otis raised his hand and waved, the sound was a little dull under the gas mask, but the rats ran out quickly.

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On the way back to Arkham District, Naegi saw his colleagues operating nearby in police cars at night.

Police cars with flashing lights were driving quickly towards one place. Just when Miaomu and his companions were about to get on the main road, a voice came from the onboard listening platform in the police car.

"Are you police officers from that area? Please answer."

A somewhat hoarse male voice sounded, and the voice was very rough, as if his throat was injured from shouting.

Miao Mu reached out and picked up the pager, looked ahead and shouted: "We are police officers from the Arkham Police Department and we are on our way back."

"I'm James Gordon from the Gotham Police Department. I'm temporarily requisitioning your police car. Go to 46th Street in Coventry immediately. Quick!"

Platform communication is disconnected.

Miaomu and Jerry looked at each other and quickly turned the steering wheel. The police car turned around on the road and drove along the main road towards the Coventry area. There were a lot of police cars along the way.

There was also a special operations team from the Gotham Police Department, chasing after them in a black explosion-proof police car with sirens blaring.

"Watt, what's going on? Is Gotham in turmoil?"

Jerry also became nervous when he saw this scene. There were more than a dozen police cars on the whole street with lights and sirens on. The scene was extremely spectacular.

"Stop talking nonsense, something serious has probably happened, get your guns out! What the hell is going on?"

While cursing, Naegi threw the Law Enforcer revolver in his arms to Jerry. That guy didn't have the habit of carrying a spare gun.

Quickly opening the safety and checking it, Jerry put the gun on his belt and began to take off his clothes.

They were still wearing suits for the hotel, and it would have been a terrible situation not to wear police uniforms in such an occasion.

The Coventry area is a relatively prosperous middle-class residential area. It is an ideal place to live because it is close to Robinson Park, Gotham University, has convenient transportation and beautiful environment.

But tonight, the tranquility here was broken by the shrill sound of sirens. As soon as Miaomu and his colleagues arrived at Avenue 46 in the police car, they saw a bus rushing past recklessly.

"Chase! Don't let them get away! Bomb disposal team, come this way!"

An impatient voice sounded from the vehicle platform.

Miaomu turned the steering wheel and rushed directly into the office building next to him, took a shortcut from there and stepped on the accelerator.

The police car accelerated as if it had been kicked. If Sheriff Ma Yide saw this, he would definitely want to pull out his gun and kill the bastard Miao Mu.

In the bus that rushed out in front, a group of robbers wearing red hoods were partying in the car with stacks of banknotes.

"Ouha!"

“That’s a lot of money, awesome!”

A member of the Red Hood grabbed a handful of green bills and threw them over his head. He was wearing a series of necklaces and rings on all ten fingers.

Even the AK rifle in his hand was wrapped with a gold necklace, and the car was full of bags filled with gold, silver, jewelry and banknotes.

Just three hours ago.

They looted a middle-class community. Those who worked in big companies and were known as elite white-collar and gold-collar workers were tied up and all their property was taken away with sticks.

The gold, silver, jewelry and boxes full of cash in the car were just a small matter. They swiped tens of millions of assets from overseas bank accounts in one go.

"Boss! There are police chasing us!"

A member wearing a red hood and a jacket with the number 5 painted on the chest pointed to the back of the bus.

More than a dozen police cars were chasing closely behind.

The Red Hood boss, who was sitting on the bus chair and staring at the computer transferring assets from overseas accounts, turned his head and looked over. There was a number 10 written on his chest.

Through the red hood, the glaring police lights on the back of the bus were still very clear, "Get rid of them!"

Following the order, Red Hood No. 3, who was driving in the front, quickly accelerated. This bus was modified by them.

"Mumu, be careful!"

In the passenger seat of the police car, Jerry reached out to grab the steering wheel, raised his leg and stepped on the accelerator, shouting loudly to the side: "Be careful!"

Half of Naegi's body was thrown out of the car window. He held the Glock 17 with both hands, but the police car was still able to maintain its speed.

Are you kidding me? Racing with robbers? If he were the commander, he would have used heavy firepower and learned from the Russian anti-terrorism experience.

The bus was getting closer and closer, and there was only a green belt between them. Miaomu could see the figures in the bus windows.

The red hood was made of reflective material, making it as conspicuous as a light bulb. His finger pulled the trigger.

bang bang bang...

A bullet fired from the muzzle of the Glock 17, and the recoil caused Miaomu's body to sway unsteadily.

Jerry, who was in the car, reached out and grabbed his belt to prevent him from falling out of the car.

The people in the bus were in a miserable state. Red Hood member No. 7 was shot in the head and fell on a bag of banknotes. The blood flowed on the green banknotes like a winding stream.