American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Louise got out of the police car and looked at the citizens holding signs in front of the police station to protest. She asked in surprise:

"How is this going?"

"This is normal." Naegi looked up at the Gotham citizens who were holding signs in protest. It was nothing more than the police being incompetent and unable to protect the safety of the citizens, causing crimes to occur frequently. This topic was already old-fashioned.

"No one is talking about this kind of news. The hot news right now is about the rich people jumping down from the rooftop of a high-rise building in the city center. To be honest, I also like to watch it."

Miao Mu waved towards the police station as if nothing had happened, and asked the policemen at the door to help open the door so that they could go around the door, otherwise they would not be able to climb the stairs.

"But your Gotham City is indeed quite unique." Louise laughed dryly. She had indeed never seen such a scene.

Clark also nodded in the same way, but it didn't matter to him much. If he saw a crime happening, he would definitely rush forward without hesitation.

But in this situation, the most he could do was write an article and publish it, and he felt quite helpless.

"Okay, the serious crime team is over here if you want to know some information." Naegi walked into the busy police station lobby, introduced herself to Louise, and walked towards the serious crime team office with ease.

It was even busier over there, with the sound of phones ringing, people talking, and the coffee machine bubbling.

When Louise first entered, she was frightened by the busy atmosphere, but she quickly adapted to it. She often saw this scene, such as when their Planet Daily was rushing to produce exclusive news.

Naegi was not surprised. The Serious Crime Unit was now an office of more than 50 people, with more than 100 non-staff members, bringing together most of the elite members of the Gotham police force.

He also holds an important position in the Gotham Police Department. This is why Chief of Police Loeb asked Ferras to serve as the captain part-time here. The reason is very simple. He is really worried.

God knows what Gordon will investigate when he finds time.

"Renee, is Sheriff Gordon here?" Miao Mu walked to an office desk and raised his hand to knock on the table.

Renee Montoya, a female detective with dark circles under her eyes and resentment about working overtime, raised her head from the two-finger Zen of typing on the keyboard. Seeing that it was Naegi in front of her, she complained and shouted:

"I don't know! Oh my god, why did I come to the Major Crimes Unit?"

"Because it's double pay, your monthly income is higher than that of a sheriff like me. Give me the cigarette, I just finished mine."

Renee grabbed the cigarette box on the table and threw it to Naegi, then scratched her hair without any image, looking at Louise who was standing at the door, curious about her surroundings, and Clark who was standing at attention.

"Who is that?" Leni turned around and asked.

"I'm a reporter from Metropolis, and I want to know more about Batman. I just asked Gordon to come over and introduce him. But why is this cigarette strawberry flavored? What kind of heresy is this?"

Miaomu complained while holding a cigarette in his mouth, and walked towards Gordon's office. When Renee heard this, she raised her fist in protest.

"What do you know, you stinky man with a mouth full of cigarette stench!"

"Tsk..." Miaomu shook his head disdainfully.

A female detective like Renee who can work on the front line facing the crime rate is much more vigorous than men. Of course, it is similar in real life, but she is... a little woman.

At least she was gentle with her girlfriends, which was still a secret, although not in Arkham District.

There is a cake shop that Nygma often goes to. The female pastry chef who is extremely good at making tiramisu is Reina's...girlfriend. Naegi saw it with his own eyes.

They were eating dessert at the cake shop when they saw Renee and the female pastry chef kissing passionately in the car outside.

Jason was stunned and really gained some new knowledge.

"Where are the people?" Miao Mu pushed open the office door and shouted.

"Can you knock on the door first next time you come? This is a police office after all." Gordon frowned and looked up.

Gordon was looking through some photos taken on the spot. The only one who dared to push the door open here was Miaomu.

However, even if it was the police chief's office, Gordon was sure that Naegi would break in anyway.

It's not an exaggeration to say that Naegi is both the most popular and the most hated person in the Gotham Police Department.

"The top reporter from the Metropolitan Museum of Art is here. Why don't you go out and greet him? He came here just for you."

Miaomu put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. The palm-sized ashtray was filled with cigarette butts. It seemed that someone had stayed up all night again.

"Smoke less, be careful of lung cancer."

Miaomu kindly advised him that after all, in terms of smoking intensity, he could compete with Kondinstein.

"Why are you the same as Barbara? By the way, the reporter from Metropolitan University is looking for me? What for?" Gordon looked up and asked.

"Batman's story. People want to know more about Gotham's superhero. Haven't you always wanted to give Batman a fair name? It just so happens."

Miao Mu clapped his hands and said, "This is Metropolis, not Gotham. Their city's business card is Superman, the legendary Man of Steel. Don't miss this opportunity."

"I just hope there are fewer crazy people." Gordon shook his head and stood up from behind the table. "I'll go see where they are."

"There's a man and a woman on the right side of the door. The man is very strong and you can tell at a glance. I want to use the toilet."

After saying that, Miaomu pushed the door open and ran out, going to the toilet next door to relieve the three urgent needs of life.

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"Damn bitch! Aa ...

Kondinstein soaked in the holy water with his bare chest, roaring with a ferocious look on his face, and the holy light was spreading over his body.

The Hell's Mark on his arm flickered and continued to spread towards his heart as if it had life.

"Kandinstein, you owe me your life."

An old black man dressed as a wizard came over, holding an iron chain in his hand, and on the other side of the chain was a half-demon who broke his rules.

And he is the owner of the magic bar, the master of the forgotten corner between hell and heaven, Midnight Father.

His rule is that no matter whether they are angels or demons, they are not allowed to fight or attack each other in his bar.

Of course, the angels look down on such dirty corners. Even though the angels do not have American-style racial discrimination, they still look down on the curse witchcraft used by Midnight Father.

So here, there are only demons, half-demons, or the occasional half-angel. Of course, he also receives deceitful exorcists like Kontinstein.

However, Kondinstein is still on his blacklist, and he strictly prohibits Kondinstein from entering his Magician Exchange in New York. Dogs can enter, but Kondinstein cannot.

"I don't like to hear that." Kondinstein bit his back teeth and was in the mood to make a joke.

When Midnight Dad saw the stubborn Kondinstein, he really wanted to tie him up and sink him into the sea, but he considered the bills this bastard owed him.

If he died, the bills would be paid off, although there was no telling when he would be able to pay them off while he was alive.

Thinking of this, Midnight Father's dark face became even darker, but his hands moved quickly, and the iron chain in his hand instantly emitted black smoke of witchcraft.

Accompanied by the wailing sound of a skeleton, the iron chain seemed to have a soul and flew towards Kondinstein with black smoke.

Kondinstein did not dodge either. He stood in the holy water bath with his chest exposed. The iron chain instantly pierced through his chest and came out from his back. Blood dripped from the chain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Kondinstein raised his head and screamed. No blood spurted out from the wound on his chest, but the blood flowed along the chain like a spreading vine and crawled to the other end.

At the same time, the mark of hell on Kondinstein's body also left Kondinstein's body through the wound along with the blood.

But this kind of pain almost made Kondinstein faint. The mark of hell on the iron chain exuded a terrifying aura.

The half-demon tied up at the other end had been suppressed by this breath and was almost on the verge of collapse. The demonic parts of his body became more and more obvious, with horns growing on his head and fangs growing in his mouth.

As all the Hell Marks came out of Kondinstein's body, Father Midnight pulled a silver coin from his pocket, threw it on the half-demon, then took out the Bible and began to read.

Accompanied by a burst of hellfire, the half-demon was exiled to hell. Midnight Father closed the Bible and threw it on the ground. This was Constantinstein's thing and he didn't need to take good care of it.

"Dad, I survived..."

Kondinstein lay in the holy water bath with his eyes closed. Under the pool were many silver crosses. Only Midnight Father's place would have so many in stock.

"Where did this mark come from?" Midnight Father shook his wizard robe and asked curiously.

After all, some people would love to have this kind of thing, and only Kontin would choose to fake his death to escape debt.

That’s right… running away from debt…

Midnight Dad was a little worried that this bastard Kondinstein might try to escape the debt from him. He didn't want to see that kind of scene at all.

Kondinstein opened his eyes and remembered something. "Oh, Dad, I need to use the portal to go to the Resurrection Library in New York. I need to know the name of a demon."

"Who?"

"Malbolgiar, a dead turkey with dog hair, is coming out of Hell to turn a city into Hell's territory."