American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Miaomu thought about it carefully, with cigarette butts scattered all over the ground. He also figured out some things. He needed a plan!

"By the way, do you have any cigarettes?"

Naegi turned around and looked at the sturdy man in casual clothes squatting on the side of the road with him, the deadly shooter, Floyd Lawton Jr.

"I don't smoke, my daughter doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, and I'm here to report to you."

Death Shooter Lawton glanced at Naegi and said helplessly: "Well, I need a proper job!"

Lawton emphasized the words "serious work".

During the days he spent with his daughter, he was tortured by his bad-tempered ex-wife and was also mocked by that damn pretty boy. A man without money can't stand up straight.

Although he could chop that pretty boy into pieces in a matter of minutes, he didn't want to be a cold-blooded killer in front of his daughter. At least he should be a reliable father.

This may be because of his terrible family environment. Perhaps it is a kind of psychological compensation. Lawton does not want his daughter to live in such an environment.

But he doesn't have many choices. Continuing to be a killer is also a good option. Gotham also has very good business channels.

After all, it would be easier to just kill the person who found the problem than to engage in a serious business war.

There was a bounty list that made Lawton very excited. As long as he completed one of the items, he could take his daughter and run away.

The two people with the highest bounty on the list are: one is called the Joker and the other is called Batman.

Well, dreams come true. Lawton could only come here to try his luck and see what insights Miaomu had.

"I have a security company under me."

Miaomu picked up a half-smoked cigarette butt from the ground, blew on the cigarette holder, and put it in his mouth. Lawton picked up the lighter and lit it for Miaomu. He had repeated this action more than ten times.

"Now, I am responsible for the security of Arkham Asylum. Some of the contracts are in the more chaotic areas of Arkham, the Upper East Side, the Upper West Side, the Berleley District, and the New City District."

"I found some good guys. But if you want to run a store there safely and not have your shopping carts emptied out at gunpoint, you need some force."

Miao Mu paused, then turned to look at Lawton, "The security company needs an instructor. I also have a shooting range, an arms store, and all kinds of formal certificates."

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Naegi offered his price:

"If you come to work for me, the arms store will be yours, and the security company can give you 10% of the shares. I can also cancel your criminal record in Gotham City."

"Similarly, what I said before will also be fulfilled. I will use my connections to help you get the custody of your daughter back. Of course, if you still want to consider it, go away."

Naegi turned around and laughed, and Lawton also grinned. The price was already generous enough, enough for him.

"Boss, Death Shooter is happy to serve you." Lawton bowed his head respectfully.

"I hope you can really bring death and do me a favor."

Miaogi patted his pants, stood up, walked to a shop nearby, bought an envelope, wrote something casually, stuffed it in, and threw it to Lawton.

"This is..." Lawton held the envelope and looked at Naegi in confusion.

"Send this to Arkham Asylum, find a guy named Otis and give him the letter. He will tell you what to do with the rest." Naegi waved his hand and ran back to the police station.

Only Death Shooter Lawton was left standing alone on the street.

After taking a look at the envelope, Lawton unzipped his casual clothes and stuffed the envelope into his inside pocket.

"Is this considered an entry test? That's awesome."

Lawton recalled the training and tests he had received in the army, then turned and ran towards Arkham.

If it was an entry test, he would definitely get an absolute full score, as always.

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Inside the Gotham Police Department.

After getting the first-hand information provided by Gordon, Lois promised to give Batman a comprehensive image and would definitely not be as hesitant as those media in Gotham.

"Although he acts a little roughly, he is a good man." Gordon said with some emotion.

The masked knight at night visited his house again and again, but Gordon was convinced that the guy was on the side of justice.

"Gentlemen, if the interview is over, how about letting me treat you to lunch as a courtesy? I know a good fish shop, but it's a little far away."

Naegi walked in from outside with his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed. When Louise saw him, she quickly waved.

"No, we should thank you. I got some very good information." Louise said happily.

She was sure that this information would be explosive news in Metropolis, as people in Metropolis loved superheroes.

Think about it, a knight fighting crime in the dark of night, the Dark Knight Batman, this is much more eye-catching than those comic strips.

If this newspaper is published on Christmas Day, the citizens of the metropolis will sit around the fireplace and read the newspaper together after eating turkey dinner.

Those kids will love this superhero, too.

"A meal is always possible. Would you like to come with us, Chief Gordon? When I'm with you, we always drink coffee and eat donuts. We've never had a proper meal." Naegi teased with a smile.

Gordon shook his head quickly. "No, no, I'm busy. Some cases need further investigation. I'll leave first."

After Gordon finished speaking, he hurried towards the serious crime squad office. Naegi shook his head, turned around and invited Louise and the others to go out.

Clark, who had been silent and smiling, noticed Naegi's right hand in his pocket. With his eyes of perspective, he could clearly see the Hell Mark on Naegi's wrist.

But he didn't know what it was, and it was not easy to ask, so he had to follow Louise outside. Naegi was already in the parking lot and found the police car he drove.

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At the entrance of Arkham Asylum.

Lao Dun, who came by taxi, yelled at the driver before throwing the fare on the seat and walking out.

Few taxi drivers are willing to come here, it's too unlucky, especially because of the evil rumors about Arkham Asylum, so drivers are only willing to stop downstairs.

Lawton held a pistol against his forehead and forced him to drive the car up. Then, as soon as Lawton got out of the car, the driver raised his middle finger and cursed him harshly in his hometown dialect.

"Bastard!" Before Lawton could turn around and curse a few words, the taxi went down the hill and disappeared.

If he stayed for one more second, it would be considered as hesitation.

Lawton shook his hands and turned to look at the busy Arkham Asylum. Two security guards with tough looks and black uniforms came out with white M logos on their chests.

"I'm here to deliver a letter. Who's Otis?"

Lawton took out the envelope from his clothes and shook it.