American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Early in the morning, a pickup truck drove up outside Wayne Manor, which was specially used to transport food to Wayne Manor.

"Mr. Pennyworth, are you preparing for Christmas?"

A strong young man, with a towel around his neck and carrying a box of cut beef, walked in. He looked at the Wayne mansion that was being cleaned and asked curiously.

"Yes, Morse, have you prepared the roast turkey for Christmas? I still remember your grandma's apple pie. It was such a rare delicacy." Aldred smiled with some reminiscence.

"Haha, of course. Grandma also said that she would prepare a gift for Master Wayne on Christmas Day."

Morse carried the box with ease and put it in the kitchen, then hung the meat in the huge refrigerator according to categories, and left some cut bacon on the plate.

Alfred stood by and watched. The people who transported food to Wayne Manor were all the elders of the Wayne family.

Maybe they don't have the surname Wayne in their names, but they have served in this old house for half their lives, just like Morse's grandmother, who was once the head maid of Wayne Manor.

The farm they are running now is also the property of the Wayne family, and they are present in the glory of the Wayne family.

"Morse, don't be lazy, unload the eggs from the car!"

"Yes, yes, Dad." Morse rolled his eyes helplessly, ran out of the kitchen, and started carrying eggs.

A fat, bald, middle-aged man walked in with a bulging belly. He looked at his son and snorted with satisfaction, obviously acting like the head of the family.

He put down the milk bottle in his hand and looked at Alfred again, smiling like a spring breeze:

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Pennyworth!"

"Well, it's not Christmas yet, it's tomorrow." Alfred blinked and walked to the other side.

The middle-aged man followed behind with steady steps, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Master Philip has been trying to find out about Master Bruce's situation recently. Their family's financial crisis has long passed. Now, he is not trying to find out about Master Bruce's safety."

"Nudev, do you remember when you came here?" Alfred stopped.

Looking at the tidy living room with historical furniture placed around it, it feels like suddenly walking into a museum.

"Thirty-one years ago, my mother brought me here, and Master Thomas played a song for me personally because that day was my birthday." The middle-aged man Nudev lowered his head.

Although they do not have the Wayne family's surname, they are indeed members of the Wayne family and the Wayne family's most powerful guards.

"He is Bruce's uncle after all. He inquired about the situation out of concern. Don't take it too seriously. Compared to this."

Alfred turned around, looked at Nudev's bald head, smiled and patted it, "Merry Christmas."

"Hey." Nudev also laughed, but he still bowed respectfully, "Please give my regards to Master Bruce."

"Look, what a beautiful cat!"

Morse ran in from outside holding a black cat. Alfred saw the cat and shouted, "Hangina?"

The black cat in Morse's arms turned its head when it heard the familiar call. In its big, lively eyes, there was less human cunning and more confusion and dullness.

"Is this your cat?" Nudev folded his arms across his chest, looking at the black cat that looked as ignorant as if it had just been weaned.

"Yes, her name is Hanjina, she is a pretty girl."

Alfred reached into his pocket, took out the cat's favorite snack, and waved to the black cat. He had driven to the city supermarket to buy this snack specially.

The black cat smelled the food and quickly broke free from Morse's arms, ran to Aldred's feet, and looked up at the snacks. Alfred smiled kindly and picked up the black cat.

After combing it, I found some messy hair on the black cat's back.

"Poor little fellow, where have you been?"

Alfred looked at the black cat's fur with some pity. It looked like it had rolled in a garbage dump, and there were some faint scars on its soft claws.

Seeing this situation, Nudev and his son did not stay any longer. Their mission was to come here to replenish some food.

"Mr. Pennywolf, we'll leave first." Nudev nodded.

"Goodbye." Alfred sent them to the door and watched the light blue pickup truck drive away.

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"If I'm not mistaken, the person who was shot like a hedgehog is the one in the west?"

Miao Mu squatted on the ground with his nose covered, looking at a corpse next to him. The corpse was full of blood holes and the skin was swollen because it was thrown into the river.

"Kiruanlovsky, a Russian, the leader of the Whispering Gang, but how did he get here?"

Nygma, who came temporarily to act as a forensic doctor, put on a white coat and walked over. When he saw the holes on the body, he was sure that the man was not killed by a bullet, but rather a form of punishment.

Because these are not fatal injuries, they just look scary. For this fat man who weighs at least 300 pounds, the thick layer of fat has already blocked some of the damage.

However, this also caused him to suffer greater pain before he died, as can be seen from his broken nails, and there was a hole in the middle of his palm.

"Maybe it's a gang revenge, but it floats here, I feel more like a warning." Nygma put on rubber gloves and looked at the river water below the dock.

Because there are several chemical plants and sewage treatment plants in Arkham, the river water here is covered with a layer of oil film. The key point is that the bodies were fished out onto the dock.

This dock has been taken over by Miaomu and his team, and the speedboats that were used to secretly trade things here have also been confiscated.

"Warning? Give them a good beating and they'll behave themselves."

Miaomu stood up, grabbed a piece of gravel nearby, and threw it into the rushing Gotham Canal, splashing water with a bang.

"But the gangs outside are now expanding rapidly, and there are rumors that...Roman is dead."

Nygma snapped his fingers and asked the policeman next to him to bring the autopsy equipment and take some photos.

"That's not good news. Those people's dog brains have been beaten out, haven't they?" Miaomu said jokingly with his hands in his pockets.

"This Christmas will definitely be bloody, but for us in Arkham, we need to prepare sufficient supplies."

Nygma took out a hook knife and cut open the corpse's abdomen. The internal organs and intestines, which were full of water, flowed out directly from inside. The police nearby quickly put plastic sheeting next to it.

"I've already made arrangements for this. I can help many people have a good Christmas at a low price. Hey, if I run for mayor, maybe I can even get the die-hard votes." Miao Mu couldn't help laughing.

"If you want, maybe you can, but what you need is not the support of these people, but..."

Nygma cut open the corpse's trachea, took the tweezers next to him and checked inside, then continued:

"It's the support of others. At least you have to let the masters in the Diamond District know that you can do things for them. Of course, you can choose not to do it, but they will not let you go."

"Forget it, I'll take over Arkham District first. By the way, this reminds me that we should have our own people in City Hall. Next year is the mayoral election period, right?"

"Yes, if you are running for election, I can be your staff and help you plan. Although your Chinese identity is a bit special, your heroic deeds are also a good appeal."

"No, I just asked you to help me keep an eye out for someone. Speaking of which, I looked for him before, but didn't find him."

Miaomu squatted down helplessly. Although he had a good brain, it was really hard to find people in reality.

"Who is it?" Nygma asked, putting down the tweezers.

"Harvey Dent, who should be a lawyer, if he were to vote to be district attorney, I would gladly give him my vote."