American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

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The muffled sound of "dong dong dong" covered up the prompt sound in my mind, and my heavy fist hit the tire pillar heavily.

Miaomu's back was bare, his abdomen was wrapped in a white bandage, his muscles were as strong as cast iron, he waved his fists, and bombarded the tire in front of him like a storm.

The strong energy from Miaomu's fist penetrated the wooden pillar in the middle, making a crisp crackling sound.

"The doctor told you to stay active and take some time off."

Nygma held a cup of black tea, walked to the gym entrance, sat on the recliner next to him, and watched the sunset in the distance.

"Doctor? Shit, he even gave me a sedative."

Miaomu retracted his fist, took a horse stance with his feet, exerted force on his toes, united his waist and horse, and instantly swung out a punch that hit the tire hard.

The wooden stake behind the tire looked like it had been hit by a cannonball, with broken wood chips flying everywhere, and a broken semicircle appeared, as if it had been bitten by something.

"Look, it's intact." Miaomu patted his abdomen with a smile, picked up the coat beside him and put it on.

"We are short of manpower. Should we hire some people?" Nygma took a sip of black tea and admired the afterglow of the sunset.

Hunting down those members of the Assassin's League these days has kept him and Otis very busy.

Unfortunately... those people's sense of smell is too sensitive, and even with the help of Otis's rat pack, it is impossible to kill everyone.

After all, there is a shortage of people. If there were more people, there would be no need to use fixed bombs. They could just take up their submachine guns, kick open the door and start firing.

They can do what the mafia can do, and even better than them.

Naegi put on a close-fitting bulletproof vest and a layer of stab-proof Keralite plate armor and thought for a moment.

To be honest, recruiting people is not difficult at all.

In Gotham, there are many unemployed people, bankrupt companies, closed factories, and many employees are out of work. In addition, there are more illegal immigrants and the environment is bad...

It only takes a knife to transform a vagrant into a robber. With a knife, you can do whatever you want. As long as you are willing to pay, a gang of hundreds of people can be established in an instant.

The only problem is how to feed these gang members.

Naegi's current base is the Arkham Police Department. It must be good to get paid by the city hall and have his own private soldiers.

However, Miaomu does not want to expand this scale.

Arkham District is too poor to support too many policemen, and what Miaomu needs in the Arkham Police Department is to send those young and promising policemen out...

If he wasn't in great need of help, Naegi wouldn't have let Jerry come back to take charge of the situation. Jerry should have developed in the Gotham Police Department or other district police stations.

"I'll think about it..." Naegi didn't make up his mind about this matter. He put on his jacket and sat on the chair next to him.

Miao Mu reached into his pocket and said a little aggrievedly: "Fuck, I'm just wondering, how dare someone steal a policeman's wallet!"

Nygma shook his head helplessly, "Don't dream, just pretend it's nothing, otherwise it will be even more painful, 10 million, even if the price is reduced by half, you can still get a few million..."

"Don't say anymore." Miao Mu covered his chest with some heartache.

He couldn't bear to hear this, it was too painful! The key point was that in addition to the check for tens of millions, his salary was also in it, one month's salary!

That's really hard-earned money!

I worked so hard for a month, but before I could enjoy myself for two days, it was gone.

"The check should be back in Falcone's hands, which is a good thing. Now that the people from the Internal Affairs Department have come out, you will have one less handle on them and be safer," Nygma advised.

"Internal Affairs Department?"

When Miaomu heard this name, he was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it carefully for a while, he remembered that it was just like the military police wearing white hats, a department specifically responsible for investigating police and officials.

However, this department is just a decoration in Gotham. Is there any other policeman besides Gordon who does not take bribes?

Miaomu and the others did not miss out on the welfare dividends that were offered, and this has become a default rule.

At most it's a matter of whether or not to deal with personnel issues. Anyway, the Arkham Police Department continues to collect money, arrest people, and double the fines. The surrounding gangs are complaining, and the people are living in misery.

If it weren't for the intimidating power of Miaomu, someone would have jumped out and tried to teach them a lesson.

Although those gang members did not dare to attack Miaomu, they also did not dare to attack those at the level of sheriff or detective.

But throwing some dead cats and dogs into the house and shooting to break a few windows at night is still possible to disgust people.

The more advanced ones would send an envelope to Gordon's home with a bullet inside. After Gordon arrested Maroni, his home received so many bullets of various sizes that they could fill a box.

"Gordon was called in for investigation for two days. On the day he came out, Gordon broke two coffee cups. Hey..." When Nygma said this, he shook his head meaningfully.

It is really unpleasant that even a good guy like Gordon could not help it. What the Internal Affairs Department did is really unpleasant.

"It's not like the Gotham Canal doesn't flow right next to Arkham District. If you dare to show off here, you've come to the wrong place. You're looking for death."

Naegi said murderously.

He might give those people face in the Gotham Police Department, but in Arkham District, it would be strange if he didn't kill them.

"By the way, what are you going to do with that woman Talia? She appears on TV every day and is almost touted as the most beautiful woman in Gotham." Nygma asked seriously.

This woman put herself under the spotlight, which really made Nygma feel helpless. It was definitely not a rational choice to take action against her at this time.

However, Nygma was unwilling to let her go just like that.

Miaogi sat on the chair, crossed his legs and swayed them a few times. He had also read the information that Nygma had found.

Talia al Ghul is indeed no ordinary person. She is the daughter of the demon leader Ra's al Ghul and the assassin princess of the Assassin's League.

Of course, she has a more unique name, Batrider. Well, yes, it is a knight.

This killer princess drugged Bruce Wayne, and after a one-night stand, she gave birth to the most promising child in the League of Assassins, Miriam Wayne, in a villa by the Red Sea.

Also known as Mi Aotian, he is the continuation of the Wayne family bloodline and has reached the peak of human physical fitness at the age of ten.

He is proficient in various martial arts and weapons, and has reached the master level in the use of cold weapons. He has killed a Siberian tiger with his own hands and hunted a great white shark in the Atlantic Ocean.

He was also the successor recognized by Lei Xiaogu himself, passed the recognition challenge of the Assassin's League, and killed an entire assassin team.

"Keep an eye on her, she is more anxious than us. When she leaves here, we will give her a ride." Miaomu grinned.

This knife must be returned anyway...

"By the way, are you going to Blackgate Prison? I found out that the Death Shooter I was looking for is serving his sentence in Blackgate Prison."

Nygma remembered that when he was looking up information, he saw a profile of the deadly shooter, Floyd Lawton Jr., who was actually in jail right under their noses...

This is incredible. Nygma thought he was dead.