American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The gift box wrapped in colorful paper slid across the ground and landed right at Grandy's feet.

But Miaomu and the others had already turned around and fell down, and even Constantinstein was pulled down by Barry's legs and turned over to the ground.

Grandi looked down slowly, and there was a loud explosion, with hot flames rising. The flying shrapnel and impact force of the explosion directly blew Grandi away.

Before the smoke from the explosion had settled, Miaomu grabbed the pistol, kicked his feet, and rushed towards the door.

Without even thinking, Naegi instinctively raised his pistol and shot Grande in the head.

Naegi turned around and smashed it down with the butt of his gun. The feeling was strange, as if it had landed on a rubber tire that was soaked in water.

However, this did not stop Miaomu from rushing into the house.

Turning around and taking a quick look, Naegi locked onto the magic circle on the right that was filled with candles. The lines drawn on the ground with white dust were so complex that it was dizzying at first glance.

"Come on! Put your hands up! You can defend against magic, but you can't defend against bullets, right?" Naegi held the gun in both hands and pointed at the black figure standing next to the magic circle.

Felix Faust, who was wearing a black robe and a metal mask of Baldwin IV and was in deep thought, turned his head and looked after hearing Naegi's voice.

"It's true that it's not bulletproof. But you can't kill me. If possible, please don't shoot and wait."

Faust's voice was very steady, and his polite manner made Naegi a little uncomfortable.

However, Naegi looked at the magic circle in front of him and saw a bloody human figure sinking into the ground.

Half of the body sank to the ground, or to be more precise, into the magic circle. It was as if a thick layer of plasma covered the body, and its appearance could not be seen clearly.

"It's really strange. I wanted to summon a demon, and I did everything right. How come I summoned this?"

Faust was a little annoyed. He remembered that there was nothing wrong with his magic arrangement, and there was no need for the devil to lie to him.

But the magic circle was activated. Is this a low-probability event, or does this magic circle have other functions that he has not discovered yet?

Faust was thinking carefully, his mind strengthened by black magic allowed him to do several things at once, but when he was thinking seriously, he often ignored the situation around him.

Naegi walked over, looked at the figure on the magic circle, put the revolver to Faust's temple, and pulled the hammer.

"Open the dimensional space, or I'll blow your head off!"

"That's right! It's because of the dimension!"

Faust suddenly realized that he had indeed summoned the devil.

Wait... Faust recalled and his expression suddenly paused.

Um...the one who pushed the door open???

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"Meow meow meow meow!!!"

Selina had almost cursed out all the dirty words she had known since she was a child. She was walking downstairs when her high heels broke and she fell down, and then... just... turned into a cat!

Looking at the black cat in the mirror, Selena licked its paw with her tongue. The pink paw was so cute.

No, Selina realized immediately, this is not right! How did she turn into a cat?

Although she made a wish to a shooting star and wanted to become a cat, it’s not now!

Selena looked like her fur had exploded, and she turned into a black cat and jumped around on the ground. This was mainly because she was not used to walking on four legs, and each leg seemed to have its own mind and move in its own way.

There was no other choice, Selina stood up and wanted to leave. Even when she was running away, Selina did not forget to hold the diamond on the ground in her hand.

A series of hurried footsteps were heard, and a group of ferocious policemen wearing bulletproof vests rushed in.

Selina was so scared that she jumped up on the spot and ran down the stairs. Her legs were still able to run.

But the tail behind her became a stumbling block, swaying and causing her to fall to the ground and roll down the stairs.

The fierce footsteps sounded like nails being hammered on the stairs. The first wave to rush up were the special operations team of the Gotham Police Department, the best-equipped ones.

Even Police Chief Rob came over wearing a bulletproof vest and a helmet. This case was extremely serious.

The richest young man in Gotham, the head of the Kane family, and wealthy people from all walks of life.

If one of them dies, the funding for the Gotham police will have to be cut, the police chief will have to come out and apologize, and the mayor will have to kneel down and wail. The person who died was not a human being, and the incident was not a case.

That is their future career!

"What are you still standing there for! Go save them!"

Police Chief Lobb's shouts echoed in the street, and the flashing police lights were like a river, blocking the entire street.

"Where's Gordon? Where is he?!" Lob roared loudly.

At the most critical moment, he couldn't even see the guy who was rushing in the front. What was going on?

"Gordon has asked for leave to queue up to buy tickets." Brock, wearing a bulletproof vest, put the helmet on his head.

"The Zatara Circus is very popular. And it was you who approved Gordon's vacation, saying that it was for their family to reunite and rest for two days. You even approved Captain Sarah Essen's vacation."

At this point, Brock smiled strangely and whispered, "Maybe they went home early when they bought the tickets."

Brock doesn't panic when encountering problems. Someone else is responsible anyway. He just needs to do his job conscientiously. In two words, start!

But Chief of Police Loeb's face was already darker than the soles of his shoes. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Let Gordon come to see me! Otherwise, he will go and sweep the streets for me!"

With a clang, the glass of the upstairs window was broken by something. The broken glass fell down from the upstairs with a crash and landed on the police car below.

Several police officers holding riot shields quickly raised their hands to block the glass shards falling from above.

The glass was broken by a hammer, a wooden auction hammer covered with copper on the front and back. It flew down from above in a circle and hit the glass of a police car, which instantly shattered into a spider web.

Police Chief Loeb hid behind a police car and looked up at the broken glass window upstairs with Block.

With a clang, another heavy object fell from the window. This time it was a person with a bunch of ropes wrapped around his body. After falling from the window, he was hung in the air by the ropes.

Dozens of flashlights gathered in that direction.

He was a guy with blood all over his mouth after being beaten. He had clown makeup on his face and the wig on his head had fallen off. When he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood with broken teeth.

With a clang, the window glass shattered again.

This time it was a black figure who was bumped against the window, with half of his body almost falling out.

The flashlight shone over there, and the black figure had two long ears like horns on his head and a black cloak, even though only the back was visible.

Lob and the others also recognized who this person was. It was the Batman they had always wanted to catch. Why was he here?

But...at least it's not a bad thing, right?

Rob was comforting himself in his heart, and Brock next to him reminded him as if he had heard his inner voice.

"This big bat attacked once in the mayor's mansion. Could it be that he did it this time as well?"

Lob's mouth trembled, and he jumped up and slapped Brock on the head.

"Then what are you waiting for, go and catch him for me!"

"Me?" Brock was stunned for a moment, without making any excuses, he grabbed the chest buckle on his bulletproof vest and ran to the other side.

Lob covered his hand with a look of pain on his face. He just got slapped on the helmet. It hurt so much!

But compared to the pain in his hand, he hoped that nothing would happen above, absolutely nothing would happen!