American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Girl, try my Remington and see if it tastes good!"

Miao Mu sat in the car and laughed wildly. He picked up the Remington M870 shotgun on the passenger seat and pulled the trigger at the shattered windshield.

The unique muffled sound of a shotgun echoed in the car. The windshield was shattered, and the defective car No. 31 was hit by the car and trapped in a pile of wooden boxes, unable to struggle.

The nurse's uniform was torn by the sharp wooden board, and the designer bag on her head fell off, revealing an extremely ugly face that had been stitched together.

"Girl! You're pretty. Bye!"

Naegi held up the shotgun and aimed directly, grabbing the front grip and pulling the trigger. The red shell ejected from the chamber and he pulled the trigger.

There was a dull thud.

The shotgun shell fired from the muzzle of the Remington M870 instantly blew up the head of the broken No. 31.

It broke into pieces like a watermelon smashed by a hammer.

Without any hesitation, Naegi loaded the gun and pulled the trigger again, directly smashing the upper body of the broken item No. 31.

God knows whether this is a scientific creation, an undead zombie, or a devil's curse. It's always better to be careful.

Miaomu crawled out of the windshield. The broken wooden boards outside were splashed with a layer of sticky red blood plasma, which gave off a fishy smell.

Miaomu stood on the roof of the car, stepping on the blood plasma, with a shotgun on his shoulder and sunglasses on his face. When he came in, Miaomu activated the effect of the Eye of True Vision.

So at a glance, he saw the puppeteer Barton Mathis hiding behind a wooden box with a look of disbelief on his face.

"It's not a bad thing to see Batman in broad daylight." Naegi tilted his head and smiled as he jumped down from the roof of the car.

This is the first time to see a living Batman. Although Naegi is somewhat looking forward to it, this is not a fan meeting, there will be no autographs, and it is not a place to chat.

Batman glanced at Naegi with some confusion in his eyes, but the title of Batman...seemed good.

Although he hasn't given himself a nickname yet.

"Barton Mathis, I am now formally arresting you as a police officer from the Arkham Police Department! You are suspected of dozens of murders and a money transport robbery. Will you come with me?"

Naegi took a shotgun and fired at the place where the puppeteer Barton was hiding, and the steel balls scattered in a fan shape.

There was a series of crackling sounds coming from over there.

Batman turned his head to look at Naegi, his eyes fixed on Naegi's face, and then looked at the police badge on his chest.

He already had a general impression of Naegi in his mind, and he never missed any details.

"Roar!" Masterpiece No. 29 roared and rushed over, grabbing Batman with four arms.

Batman turned away and threw a bat dart, which hit Masterpiece 29's neck hard.

The muscle, which was like a tumor, was very elastic and protective, and the bat dart bounced off again.

"You beast! You killed Defective Product No. 31! You killed my work! You damned pig!"

Puppeteer Patton hid behind a wooden box and shouted angrily: "I will kill you, I will turn you into a toilet, and I will make you pay for your actions!"

"Fuck! That's my line!"

When Miaomu heard this, he was so angry that he picked up the shotgun and rushed over to teach the puppeteer a lesson.

Batman, who was struggling with Masterpiece No. 29 nearby, suddenly fixed his eyes, pulled out the rope gun on his belt and shot at Naegi.

Miaomu, who had the full vision of the Eye of True Vision, had already seen the Waste No. 11 rolling over and trying to attack from behind.

However, the grappling hook shot by Batman made Naegi stunned for a moment, not knowing whether it was an enemy or a friend...

Without thinking, Naegi turned around and shot the hook that was flying towards him. The hook was hit back by the shotgun and fell to the ground.

Batman didn't expect Naegi's reaction to be so quick, but he didn't explain it, as that was not his style.

Junk No. 11 bounced up from the ground like a ball, and stabbed Naegi with the dagger on his only arm.

The shotgun in his hand had not been reloaded yet, and there was no time to reload it, so Naegi simply raised his right arm to block the knife.

With a clang, the sound of metal colliding was heard.

Batman dodged Masterpiece 29's heavy blow and a ball bomb was stuck on its back.

"You want to sneak attack me? Wait until next life!"

Miaomu clenched his fist and swung his right arm to smash forward. In an instant, three sharp blades popped out from the shark-tooth arm armor on his right arm.

After blocking the dagger, the blade chopped off the arm of Waste No. 11 like a shark with fangs exposed.

Scrap No. 11 fell to the ground. Its spherical body, less than one meter high, trembled in pain. It had no mouth and could not make a sound.

Miaomu raised his hand to load the shotgun and fired a shot at it. Scrap 11 retracted his feet and rolled like a ball, avoiding the shot, but several holes were made on the concrete floor.

boom!

The bomb behind Masterpiece No. 29 exploded, and the impact of the explosion directly blew it away. This kind of ball-shaped explosive is used by Batman to force open the door. The explosion damage is not high, but the impact force is extremely strong.

The huge body of Masterpiece No. 29 was knocked to the ground directly. The puppeteer Patton, who was behind the wooden box, felt his heart tremble when he saw this scene.

"Run! Run again!"

Miaomu held the shotgun and bombarded a large area directly. Waste 11 rolled quickly on the ground, leaving a bloody path behind it.

It's like a paint-stained football being kicked around.

The skin and flesh wrapped around him were indeed strong, and it was impossible to kill him without getting close and shooting him. Click, the chamber of the shotgun was empty!

Miaomu quickly stopped, took out a shotgun from his pocket and began to load it. Although his attention was on the shotgun, he had a clear understanding of the situation in the entire warehouse.

Puppeteer Barton, who was hiding behind a wooden box, took out a pistol from his pocket and aimed at Batman with some trembling hands.

Naegi looked at Waste No. 11 hiding beside the car, loaded the shotgun, and shot at the puppeteer Patton, but he deliberately missed the target a little and was a little slow.

As soon as the puppeteer Patton fired his gun, Miaomu fired his gun right after him. The interval was less than two seconds. In the blink of an eye, the gun shot broke the puppeteer Patton's hand.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Groups of steel balls smashed his hands, which were filled with the souls of the wronged, until they were torn into pieces and blood flowed everywhere.

Batman, who was shot in the chest, just turned his head to look over when he was attacked by Masterpiece No. 29 and was almost knocked away.

Batman shot Masterpiece No. 29's hand with his grappling gun, and tied the rope to a steel beam support on the side.

"Are you going to run away, Puppet Master? The sewer is your grave, and those rats will be happy to find you."

Miaomu reminded with a smile, grabbed the handle and pulled the chamber, then walked towards the car not far away.

When the puppeteer crawling on the ground heard this reminder, he quickly ran outside with trembling hands and gritting his teeth, thinking that he could survive if he got out.

Miaomu ignored him. It would be strange if any of the guys outside could let the puppet master leave alive.

Besides... it's a waste for this guy to be alive. The death penalty is his final destination. Only this can comfort the dead soul.

"Roar! Roar!"

Masterpiece No. 29 had one hand tied to a pillar by Batman. He pulled the rope so hard that his wrist was broken.

Miao Mu walked towards the car, looked at the cornered Waste No. 11, and raised his gun with pity.

"I'll help you relieve your pain!"

The eyes of Waste No. 11 in the gap between its skin and flesh glanced at Miaomu, then it took a step forward and tried to escape.

With a dull thud, the shotgun directly made a hole in the spherical body of Waste No. 11.

The bloody flesh revealed the cross ribs inside, and the skull wrapped in flesh stared and rolled its eyes.

With a cold face, Naegi loaded the gun and pulled the trigger again.

There was another muffled sound, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Who are you?" Batman, who had been deeply anesthetized by an injection of a powerful hypnotic, walked towards this side.

Naegi wiped the blood off his face, turned around with his shotgun, and looked at Gotham's Dark Knight Batman, even though he was still a newcomer who had just debuted.

The originally excited mood became as calm as entering sage mode as the adrenaline subsided.

"My name is Naegi, a police officer from the Arkham Police Department. What about you, Big Bat? Or Batman?"

"Do you know me?" Batman asked in a deep voice.

"I found out that he is indeed an officer of the Arkham Police Department. But what's interesting is that he was the one who finally intercepted the Red Hood robbery a few days ago. It's just that they seem to have been covered up."

Far away in the Batcave, the butler Alfred was wearing glasses, looking up information on the computer and communicating with Batman Bruce Wayne via the radio.

"But Chief Gordon and his men are still searching the sewers for the robbed money truck. Why is he here all of a sudden?"

Alfred looked at the screen and muttered with some curiosity. The computer data had already displayed all the information about Naegi.

Batman listened to Alfred's voice without saying anything. He just stared at Naegi quietly, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Can you smoke? I have a KOOL brand of thin cigars."

Naegi carried the shotgun, took out a thin cigar from his pocket that he had not smoked in the car before, lit it with a lighter and started smoking.