American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

It's not Miaomu's fault that he was surprised. He knew about Spawn, but there were many generations of Spawn. This was a sustainable plan for the King of Hell to fish in a shallow pond, and it had existed since the Middle Ages.

However, the most famous Hellraiser should be the spokesperson for a tragic life, Al Simmons.

A member of the Marine Corps, who later became a professional killer, helped the CIA to complete some shady missions. However, he was killed during the mission because he offended his superiors.

Simmons, with blood on his hands, naturally could not go to heaven, but in hell, he survived the judgment of fire, and his remembrance of his wife kept him sane.

Instead of becoming fuel for the fire of hell, he was chosen by Malebolgia, the Lord of Hell, and signed the Hell Contract, becoming the Hellborn and returning to the human world. However, he had been dead for five years.

His beloved wife was already married to his best friend and had a one and a half year old child.

But he had nothing left, not even his original appearance, only a charred and rotten body. Even if he used magic, he could not change back to his previous appearance.

As Naegi drove, he turned his head to look back, especially at Al Simmons' face many times.

Oswald could only remind them again and again, "Watch the road!"

Miaomu quickly turned the steering wheel, dodged the large truck in front, overtook it directly, and took another look in the rearview mirror.

He was indeed quite curious, mainly because there was an image of Spawn that was really hard to forget: the shoelace face!

The image of the left and right faces being sewn together in the middle with a white shoelace is so classic, and this is also revealed in the energy-gathering tight black uniform.

There are white outlines on the left and right sides of the face, and a black outline in the middle. It is said that the originator of this was Batman.

Almost cut Spawn's face in half with a bat dart.

That time, Batman was on a business trip to New York and accidentally interrupted Spawn's hunt.

Two bastards poured gasoline on a sleeping homeless man and tried to light him on fire to see what he would look like after he burned.

When they were encountered by Spawn, he used a hellfire magic to make those two bastards experience this feeling firsthand. Of course, few criminals could survive his hands.

Of course, what Spawn has to do is not to protect justice and the weak, that is just Simmons' own choice.

Spawn is the farmer of Hell, harvesting the ripe fruits of sin. They won't bother with petty crimes, they will just wait for one person's sins to accumulate.

Batman, who witnessed the burning of a man, had a battle with Spawn. The two had different ideas and methods, but that did not stop them from working together to accomplish something big.

At the very end, Batman threw a bat dart with his backhand, but Spawn, who could dodge bullets, did not dodge it. This shoelace face can be regarded as a testimony of their friendship, right?

Probably, Naegi wasn't sure either, but since Spawn was here, he remembered something.

Could he be the subordinate of the devil of hell?

Come to think of it, it's true. Malebolgia, the king of hell, this name can be connected if you compare it with Spawn.

Just knowing the name, Naegi really had no idea who he was.

But Malebolgia is very strong, his goal is not the world, but to kill gods, kill towards heaven, and destroy God.

He has eight billion souls in his body, but only quantity, not sufficient quality, so he needs to use the most vicious souls to build a demon army to increase the stakes of the war.

"Ahaha, this is not funny at all." Miao Mu snorted, this Christmas is sad...

"What's the matter?" Oswald asked.

"Nothing, I was wondering where I could meet Batman."

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"Ah!"

Bruce, who was doing his daily training in the Batcave, sneezed, put down his fitness equipment and rubbed his nose.

Maybe it was because of the dust, Bruce felt that he was a little allergic, and as for a cold... he hadn't had one in many years.

His strong physique also gave him strong immunity.

But he had no choice but to deal with the dust. Alfred was busy building and tidying up Wayne's mansion, or it would be more accurate to say, the old house.

Because six generations of the Wayne family have lived here, any item you take out is an antique. Even a door handle may be traced back to the founding of the United States.

But, again, the mansion is very old.

In a fairy tale book or horror movie, it would be a dilapidated villa with a young man who behaves strangely and a loyal old housekeeper...

Well, to put it bluntly, it's the kind of villa where vampires live. There's nothing surprising about it. Such a big house would require a lot of trouble to maintain and clean.

The annual protection fee is not small, but after Bruce came back, there are even fewer servants here. There is only Alfred, who only cleans the living room, bedroom, and corridor.

Now Christmas is coming, and it is also the first Christmas that Bruce spends at home. Alfred decides to organize it himself and clean the old house first.

A total of six teams from cleaning companies came and cleaned the entire house, including the road outside and the glass greenhouse that had not been touched for many years.

"Hangina, dear, where have you been?" Alfred, wearing white gloves, was looking for the beautiful black cat.

However, she seemed nowhere to be seen in the busy old house.

Alfred didn't care. It should be in the bat cave. The cat was much more obedient than he had imagined. The book said: Having a pet can relieve mental stress.

Alfred didn't need it, he didn't feel any pressure, but he felt that Bruce really needed it.

At this age, your mentality shouldn't be so old-fashioned.

"A-choo!" Bruce sniffed, walked to the table at the side, and assembled the items on his universal belt.

Micro flash bombs, bat darts, smoke bombs, remote control.

There is also this spray can of explosives, a liquid explosive that can cause a directional explosion as long as it is sprayed on an object.

"Meow~" A cat's meow made Bruce stop what he was doing and turn around to look over.

The black cat nimbly jumped onto the table, with a pearl necklace hanging around its neck that it had found from somewhere. It walked over with its head held high and glanced at Bruce.

This human expression made Bruce silent.

This cat was a little too smart. He even thought about putting the cat into the instrument for a check, but he didn't catch it...

"Well, where did you find this necklace..."

Bruce looked at the necklace on Black Cat's neck and smiled. He remembered something sad, but the necklace was broken and it was just a replica.

"It looks beautiful on you." Bruce praised and continued to equip the necessary weapons and equipment.

The Black Cat looked at the bored Bruce, turned around and walked to the Batcomputer, touched the start button with his paw, and more than a dozen pop-up windows appeared on the Batcomputer, all of which were things that happened today.

One of the exploding pop-ups lit up, catching Bruce's attention. He put down his universal belt and walked over.

Looking at the picture above, and the flash of red cloak, Bruce changed the picture, which was a little blurry.

However, you can still see Superman's figure, the red cape and the red underwear he wears outside, which are eye-catching features even in a blurry mosaic.

"Superman?" Bruce muttered softly, and according to his reasoning, he checked all the surveillance cameras around.

Unfortunately, there were only a few cameras, and one of them was on the dock. A white light flashed, and then it started to rain.

There was nothing else in the picture, but there was an image of flashing red and blue police lights, which were the reflections of water droplets.

I checked the surrounding addresses and the weather. It didn't rain today. Although the weather in Gotham changes every day, it really didn't rain.

Checking the surrounding cameras and getting specific information, Bruce looked at the search situation and raised his hand to grab the mouse.

The result came out, a police car, zoomed in, and saw the person sitting in the car. Bruce's eyes fixed: "Niaomu?"

The black cat sitting on the table also stretched its neck and looked at the screen on the computer, and then Miaomu's information popped up.

Bruce has been studying him for more than a day or two. Reaching out and picking up the black cat on the table, Bruce recalled his past with Naegi.

Based on his investigation, he could only say that Naegi was a policeman. As for whether he was good or bad, he couldn't say for sure because people are complicated.

However, psychologically, Bruce doesn't want Naegi to become a bad person, but he is still innocent.

He is a hero who dares to risk his life to chase criminals, and he is also a policeman with unclear ties to the gangs...

Suddenly, Bruce and the black cat in his arms discovered something. How...

"Meow!" The black cat cried out, and quickly jumped out of Bruce's arms, disappearing in a few seconds.

Bruce smiled awkwardly and looked at the two scratches on his hands. This cat is not easy to raise.

The black cat ran out and quickly slipped under the operating table and turned on the flashlight underneath.

Under the operating table, like a small room, was filled with all kinds of things she could find. The black cat stood in front of the mirror, wiped his face with water, and human emotions appeared in his eyes.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on the tip of his claw.

She wanted to leave here. Maybe life would be good as a pet cat of a rich second-generation family, but this was not her life. She wanted to change back to being free, and no one could deprive her of this.

She doesn't need to rely on others to live, just like she did back then.

The black cat raised its head and looked at the mirror. Selina's face appeared in the mirror. Her proud wildness could not be tamed.