American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Batman carried Alfred on his back and walked out of Crime Alley, where there was a big theater...

"I seem to have overslept." Alfred woke up on Batman's shoulder and looked at the light rising in the east.

Alfred, who was very concerned about time, quickly discovered the current time and place... this place.

"Let's go home." Batman walked with tired steps, carrying Alfred on his back towards the Batmobile parked on the side of the road.

"I'm causing you trouble."

Alfred said apologetically, although he wanted to get off Batman's back, he had been lying in the trash can for too long, the blood was blocked, and his whole body was numb.

"Nothing." Batman smiled, helped Alfred get into the Batmobile, and drove away.

And in Arkham Asylum, it was already a mess.

The fire truck slowly withdrew from here. The first floor of the mental hospital was burned black by the fire, and muddy water was flowing on the ground.

This sudden accident made Miao Mu spend another day here. The key point was that many patients in the mental hospital escaped...

At least no bodies were found in the burned area, which is more distressing than finding corpses. God knows where these lunatics escaped to.

However, there is some good news. At least the murderer of the Gotham University poisoning case was caught by them.

Scarecrow Jonathan was caught on the second floor of the mental hospital. He was in a very bad condition, like a demented idiot. He was incontinent and looked like a nobody when he was carried out.

Several unused gas cylinders were found on him. They were dark green in color with black paint and the scarecrow symbol painted on them.

Fear gas!

This is the Scarecrow's specialty, and this sudden terrifying illusion effect is hard to guard against, so Miaomu secretly kept the poisonous gas.

The last time I fought against Bronze Tiger, the effect of this poison gas was extremely useful. It was absolutely effective in self-defense and could kill people indiscriminately.

"Good news, bad news, which one should I listen to first?" Nygma walked out of the mental hospital with a record sheet in his hand.

"Bad news!" Naegi said, looking up.

Nygma looked at the record sheet. "Twenty-seven people are missing, including six seriously ill patients, two doctors, and the acting director of the asylum, Hugo Strange."

"Wait, Strange is missing?"

When Naegi heard the name, he was a little suspicious about what happened in this place last night. The presence of the big villain Strange here could explain it a little.

Last night was definitely not peaceful...

But it is indeed not peaceful. They have all rushed to the cruise ship to intercept the princess of the Assassin's League. It is not surprising that something happened here.

"What's the good news?" Miaomu asked with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted. It was a bit cold today and the water on the ground was a little frozen.

"The good news is that the Arkham Asylum incident has attracted the attention of City Hall. You can ask them for money now."

Nygma shook the record sheet and said, "What do you think about the matter we discussed before? This is also an opportunity. Otis knows some people who can come over to do the work."

Miaomu knew that what Nygma was talking about was developing power, and he had to at least prepare a group of people under his command and could not act so hastily anymore.

"If you get Deadshot out, it should be no problem to get him parole in the name of Arkham Police Department, right?" asked Naegi.

"No problem. If necessary, we can follow Gordon's path. The new warden of Blackgate Prison is Gordon's comrade-in-arms and a brother who has carried a gun together."

Nygma said that he was very clear about the intelligence of the people in the Gotham Police Department, especially Gordon. Logically speaking, they could be considered as members of Gordon's faction.

"Haha." Miao Mu laughed twice and shook his head, "No need. If you can avoid Gordon's trouble, then do it. That guy is too serious and can easily turn a good thing into a bad thing."

"Okay, the dead shooter, Floyd Lawton Jr., I'll find a way to take him down, but it's going to cost money, after all, I need to find a district councillor to act as a guarantor."

After Nygma noted these things, he reminded again: "You have to think about it, we have to get some money from there."

"I know." Miaomu nodded and looked towards a slum in the distance. There were all kinds of houses stacked up one after another, and freshly washed clothes were hanging wetly on ropes.

"By the way, where did Oswald go? I haven't seen him for a long time." Naegi asked with some confusion.

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"Ah!"

Far away in Colombia, Oswald, the Penguin, was sitting in a street cafe and sneezed.

Oswald quickly picked up a tissue and wiped it, then sighed helplessly.

But the mission is almost completed. Even if he has not made any contribution this time, he has worked hard. The Romans will probably let him go.

"Mr. Coppop! Mr. Flamingo invites you to come over."

A burly man in camouflage uniform came over and said in a serious manner. What’s interesting is that he was wearing a pink vest underneath, which made him look a bit...sexy.

However, Oswald would not say it. He did not want to offend the gang leader here. After all, he still had business to discuss.

He liked those green banknotes and Franklin's face and never got tired of looking at them.

"Okay, I'll get ready." Oswald clenched the tissue in his hand twice, threw it on the table, picked up the heavy umbrella next to him, and walked outside.

For this mission, he took out all the money he had saved over the years to revitalize the Copper Family and made this self-defense umbrella.

There is a built-in machine gun and fifty bullets inside. The umbrella cover is specially made and bullet-proof, and there are some special designs on the umbrella. It is like a small arsenal.

There was no way, since he was related to Naegi, the Romans were even more worried about keeping him around, but it was not easy for them to kill him directly, so they simply threw a task to the Penguin.

A special business deal was privately negotiated in Colombia with a Mexican gang boss, for the Romans to monopolize the smuggling channels.

If this matter were known by other forces, Oswald would be chopped into pieces immediately.

Stealing someone's money is an irreconcilable feud.

Inside a secluded villa, there are several sexy supermodels in the swimming pool, playing in the water in bikinis.

"Mr. Coppopee, you're a little slow." A man sitting on a lounge chair next to the swimming pool turned around and said, wearing sunglasses.

Oswald raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. "The road was a bit crowded, but I'm not late. Mr. Flamingo, do you still want to discuss business today?"

Flamingo sat up straight on the recliner. Under his pink shirt were incredibly strong muscles, and his white hair made him look different.

"Coming here, we naturally have to talk business, but I have a condition!" Flamingo raised his hand and said: "We are going to Gotham!"

"The stuff has been delivered, and the rest is up to you. But I have to remind you that the Confession Cartel is very famous in Mexico, but in Gotham, you have to know that it is a Roman city."

"Then I'm really looking forward to it." Flamingo touched his beard with his hand and a smile appeared on his face.