American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Who sent the letter?" Nygma, who drove hurriedly over, wearing a green suit and holding a cane in his hand, turned his head to look.

At the entrance of Arkham Asylum, Otis, wearing a black suit, stood by and raised his hand to signal Deadshot Lawton, who was squatting on the ground and adding bullets to his gun.

"Boss Miaomu asked me to come here. The letter has been delivered. He said: The person who receives the letter will arrange something for me."

Lawton closed the cylinder of the revolver in his hand, stood up without hesitation, and looked at Nygma.

Nygma knew Deadshot. After all, Lawton ranked first in his database.

"Okay, Mr. Lawton, or I should call you Death Shooter. Since Naegi asked you to come, it means he trusts you. I hope you will not let him down."

"Of course, I don't like to betray my boss. Killers also have rules, and the boss is God."

Nygma nodded and turned to look at Otis, "Where is that Doctor Simon Hurt?"

"Room J6 on the second floor, examining Scarecrow." Otis said with a gloomy face.

There were unexpected characters right under his nose, which did make Otis a little disappointed in himself. He would not doubt Naegi's judgment, nor would he question Naegi's choice.

The rat in the gutter is already content as long as he has a clean identity and can walk on the street with his head held high.

"That's great, make arrangements. We need to pick up a patient. Please ask Dr. Simon Hurt to come over and help."

After giving the order, Nygma looked at Lawton again, "I heard you're a good marksman? How good?"

"I can shoot three people's heads through with one bullet!"

Lawton said without hesitation that maybe he might have some gaps in other areas, but when it comes to firearms, the flight trajectory of the bullet will only hit according to his choice.

"Great." Nygma clapped his hands and took out a small rectangular box from his pocket. It looked like it was for jewelry.

"The gun is in the trunk of my car, an M24 military sniper rifle, complete with a set of equipment, and headphones."

Nygma took out a long-range wireless headset from his pocket and handed it to Lawton.

"Welcome to the Arkham Gang."

Nygma said this name with a suppressed smile. To be precise, this name was given to them by the people in the Gotham Police Department.

The reason was that Police Chief Loeb slammed the table and cursed, "These poor bandits from Arkham!"

In this way, the police officers selected from the Arkham Police Department were sent to the Gotham Police Department, the Serious Crime Squad, the Homicide Division, and other local police stations by Naeki using various means.

The reputation of the Arkham gang also spread.

You have to know that Arkham District, at the bottom of Gotham, is a poor and barren place full of unruly people. It is the final place of exile for the police who have been marginalized.

The result is that they have become low-level police officers with no future. Who would be willing to stand by the street and issue tickets when they can try to move up?

Now, almost half of the most fearless and front-line police officers in the Gotham Police Department came from Arkham.

"With great pleasure, I like this title." Death Shooter Lawton agreed with a smile, but he was not trying to flatter.

But this vulgar nickname really made him, a rough man who had been in the army and in the mercenary and killer world, feel a little bit of familiarity.

When the jewelry box was opened, inside was a very delicate sniper bullet. The reason why it was delicate was that the bullet head was inlaid with spiral patterns that looked like hair, which was very nice and beautiful.

"Hit the heart if you can!"

After saying this, Nygma turned around and left. He needed to prepare some other things.

ten minutes later……

An Arkham Asylum-style ambulance, carrying Dr. Simon Hurt and several makeshift doctors, drove along the road towards the patient's location.

Lawton walked to the Ford sedan left by Nygma and opened the trunk lid. Inside was the cello box, which was well disguised. Lawton gave it a high evaluation.

When he opened the box, he found an M24 sniper rifle inside, and a box full of bullets next to it. But Lawton didn't need so many. What he needed was an excellent full score.

So... Lawton picked up the bullet from the jewelry box, then picked up the sniper rifle, reached in, opened the chamber, and stuffed the bullet in.

This one bullet is enough!

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"This squid is very fresh and just delivered."

Miao Mu took a barbecue fork, stabbed the squid with its still twisting tentacles, and hurriedly poured some oil onto the iron plate.

With a whoosh, a burst of oil fire appeared. Miaomu took the kitchen knife next to him, cut the squid into pieces, and started frying it.

The chef next to him was busy adding seasonings into the dish. Miaomu was talented in cooking and did not let the chef take over.

"This is so rich, I feel like I'm gaining some weight again."

Louise looked at the various seafood feasts on the table and said hesitantly that Miaomu had arranged too much for them, even including desserts.

"We can walk back. Of course, the handsome guy Clark next to you will help carry the backpack." Miao Mu said with a grin, but his eyes kept looking at the beach outside from time to time.

"I'm fine." Clark said, holding a glass of Coke.

"Thank you for your help, big boy from the cornfield." Louise leaned against Clark as if she was drunk.

Clark was so stunned that he didn't even know where to put the Coke cup in his hand.

This sudden dog food almost made Miaomu vomit.

However, a medical car passing by outside made Miaomu chuckle. He quickened his hands, put the teppanyaki squid on a plate, and brought it to the table.

"I suddenly remembered that there are some things in the car. I'll go and deliver them first. Here are the car keys. Clark can drive, right?"

Miaomu picked up the car keys from his belt and weighed them.

"I got my license last year, so I can drive," Clark said quickly as he stood up and Louise sat in the chair, looking at Naegi.

"Are you leaving?"

"No, I'll be back soon. There might be some trouble." Naegi wiped his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and covered the Hell Brand on his wrist with the shark-tooth arm armor.

When not attacked, the shark tooth arm armor acts like a sports arm guard with the flexibility of shark skin.

"Need help?" Clark asked softly.

He had a good feeling towards Naegi. After all, he was grateful for the favor he received and he was soft-handed when he took advantage of others. He and Louise had both.

Moreover, Naegi and he have a secret, which is Superman's true identity, but neither of them has explained it clearly. Naegi is just a reader fan of Clark.

"You may need it, but not right now. You can continue eating. This tiramisu is very good. I think it is the best dessert cake in Gotham."

Miaomu raised his hand and patted the dessert cake on the table. It was great to have Superman's help, otherwise he would not have taken the trouble to bring them both to the beach.

With Superman as a backup, even if Darkseid comes in person, he will still get slapped.

As for what happens after getting slapped... the Earth will probably be gone.