American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Standing on the street, Miao Mu wanted to say, is this still Gotham? Where did this go?

The cars parked on the street had their windows smashed and were set on fire. In the dark night, they replaced the malfunctioning street lights and illuminated the road.

The blazing flames and black smoke flying into the sky was actually a scene that Miaomu was not unfamiliar with.

What he didn't know was the man in the supermarket next door who was wearing a mask and shopping for free. His clothes were too conspicuous.

More than just being conspicuous, he had one too, a Gotham City police uniform with the white GCPD logo on the back.

Originally, Miao Mu thought that this was a guy who stole a police uniform and was shopping at zero dollar, but when he picked up a trash can on the street, he knocked the guy down and unzipped her coat.

He was equipped with bulletproof vests, police guns, and identification. He was a second-level detective affiliated with the Gotham Police Department.

"Beautiful." Miao Mu praised silently, stood up and walked outside, and picked up a chocolate nut bar to eat.

After walking half a block away, Miaomu came back, took out two dollars from his pocket and threw them on the smashed cash register.

Now, Naegi fully suspects that the person who smashed the cash register was the cashier himself. Gotham is indeed in chaos, but it has nothing to do with others.

In this case, it’s better to destroy it as soon as possible.

Miaomu stood on the side of the road chewing the chocolate in his mouth. Today's chocolate was particularly bitter.

"Brother, can you help me?"

A little boy ran over, holding a few stuffed toys in his arms, with the labels still on them.

"What?" Naegi threw the remaining chocolate into his mouth, clapped his hands and turned to look at the boy.

Not to mention, the boy's hair was very nice, soft blond, just like an angel's hair. Unfortunately, there was a big scar on his face, which made him look a little ugly.

"Can you help me break the glass? I can't lift it."

The boy pointed to a shop on the street. There was a teddy bear doll in the display window.

Although the store was dark and the glass at the door was smashed, the lights were still on in the display cabinets.

"What should I use to smash it?" Miaomu looked around in confusion, but there was nothing useful.

"This, this!" The boy jumped to the side and pointed at a road post on the side of the street. It was broken and lying on the ground.

Miaomu walked over and grabbed it. It was heavy and very handy. It would definitely be more comfortable to use it to smash things.

Without a second thought, Naegi threw his hand back and the road post flew out with a loud bang.

The glass of the display window was smashed to pieces, and the decorative lights inside were also flickered.

The broken glass fell on the teddy bear.

The boy ran over happily, not afraid of getting his hands scratched by the glass. He rushed in and hugged the teddy bear, burying his head in the teddy bear's arms.

"Mr. Teddy Bear, I got you."

"What a beautiful scene." Miaomu looked at the boy lying in the display window and shook his head with some emotion.

He turned around and walked forward, not knowing where to go.

Anyway, Bruce went out in a hurry, and it seems that her business will be busy, but... the sky in Gotham is a bit dark.

Naegi looked up at the sky and felt that it was abnormally dark. He had lived in Gotham for a long time.

There is only a layer of dark clouds covering the sky above Gotham, which will be blown away when there is a strong wind, and the moonlight can be seen in some places.

This is also the reason why some powerful and wealthy people like to live in the top-floor apartments of skyscrapers, where they can see the moon every night. Of course, if the weather is bad, that is another matter.

The same is true in the suburbs. As long as you stay away from Gotham City, you won’t be covered by that layer of dark clouds.

That's why Miaomu felt strange. It wasn't just pitch black, it was pitch black. Not even a bit of light could be seen, let alone the moon.

boom!

There was a clear gunshot. It sounded like a Beretta 92. The shooting was from the back...

Naegi paused and looked down at his chest, where a layer of blood appeared beneath his white shirt.

He reached out and tugged at the white shirt, revealing a bloody hole underneath.

Got shot?

Miaogi regretted being careless for a while. He should at least have put on the magic cloak. Who knew that he would encounter so many problems just after getting dressed and going for a candlelight dinner?

Miao Mu turned his head and looked behind him. He saw the boy holding a teddy bear in his arms. He tilted his head in confusion, as if to say:

Why aren't you dead yet?

Miaomu really wanted to light a cigarette and discuss with the boy whether the human heart is on the left or the right, but not next to the shoulder, because no one would die there.

"Mr. Teddy Bear, should I shoot again?" the boy asked, tilting his head, as if asking for the teddy bear's opinion.

"Good boy." Miaomu searched his body and found no cigarettes, but he did bring a lighter. This was really speechless.

The boy nodded, as if he heard some instructions. The muzzle of the gun moved, pointing at Naegi's head, and his finger was on the trigger.

Bang bang bang bang!

Six gunshots rang out in succession, blood splattered everywhere, and the light in the display window was not in good contact and flickered.

The boy holding the gun fell to the ground with a thud.

He was shot in the left eye and hit twice in the head, which opened up his skull, but there was no change in his facial expression.

Blood flowed out from beneath his weak body like a winding stream, taking away his body temperature and life.

Naegi walked over, grabbed the bloody teddy bear, and roughly ripped open the contents.

There was nothing inside except a pile of cotton wool.

Miaomu threw down the teddy bear and walked towards the supermarket he had just passed. He took out a box of cigarettes from the cashier counter, lit the lighter, and took a puff.

He picked up the revolver in his hand, and with a click, the patterned cylinder popped open, and the hot shell inside fell out.

Naegi pulled a handful of bullets from his pocket, threw them on the smashed cash register, and loaded the bullets one by one.

With a click, he closed the magazine, stroked the lion head carving on the gun handle with his fingers, then turned and walked out.

He walked to the boy's body and pulled the trigger at the teddy bear lying in a pool of blood.

"Ventriloquist, Scarface? That's one hell of a joke."

Naegi put the pistol back on his waist and looked up at the light shining in the sky. It was not a bat light.

It was a moth, a moth with its wings spread, and there was not just one light, there were at least six or seven lights shining in the sky.

"Even villains have their own superheroes now."

Miaomu curled his lips speechlessly. He had to find a place to take out the bullet and treat the wound.

There was a slight movement in the dark corner next to me. It was very faint. Someone was lurking there, hiding very well.

Naegi held a cigarette in his mouth and reached out to touch the golden six-pointed star pendant around his neck. Thank God, at least he didn't let Brucey kiss it. It can still be used. Let's see what is hidden inside.

Miaomu walked across the road. The road, which should have been busy with traffic, was empty now. He felt a little uncomfortable.

By the way, where did all those cars go?

Miaomu stood in the middle of the road, feeling a little confused.

The next thing is coming, it's quite funny, the headgear looks like a bald head, especially the round goggles.

Naegi let out a smile and pulled out his pistol without even looking at it. Under the effect of the Eye of Truth, he didn't need that.

boom!Boom!

Three shots were heard, one in the head and two in the chest.

Miaomu turned around and kicked the man, sending him flying and crashing into the wall. There was no blood from under the feather-like cloak, but the man's head was raised.