American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

A series of bullets shattered the glass on the upper floor. The clown girl holding a submachine gun shouted frantically:

"Here I come. Your damn riddle is useless. You'd better come out obediently, or I will beat you into a pool of red jam and spread it on bread and eat it!"

"Ah, ah, you're here. Just in time, I've thought of a new riddle. Don't worry, the crown is fine. It's right there, in a box."

The Riddler's teasing voice came from the recorder attached to the ceiling. It was obvious that she had anticipated Harley Quinn's arrival.

But her next words made the smile on Harley Quinn's face disappear instantly, and she even looked frighteningly gloomy.

"By the way, I have prepared eleven boxes, each with a riddle on it. I sent them to the corners of Gotham. Find the boxes. The crown is inside one of them. It's a one in eleven chance."

Bang, bang, bang, bang. Harley Quinn raised her gun and blew the recorder to pieces. What a joke, this damn bastard bitch.

"I knew you were crazy." Riddler's voice came from the other side, and Harley Quinn turned around and shot with a submachine gun.

That was a wine cabinet. Bullets flew past and shattered all the glasses and bottles on the shelves of the cabinet. Glass flew everywhere and wine flowed all over the floor.

The Riddler's voice disappeared, only for a moment, and then it sounded again on the sofa, "Don't be so angry."

Click, click, click. Harley Quinn pulled the trigger, but there were no bullets in the gun. With a bang, the submachine gun fell to the ground.

Harley Quinn pulled out a fruit knife, jumped onto the sofa, and stabbed it wildly, stabbing the tape recorder inside into pieces with the knife.

"You damn bitch, you dare to tease me? When I catch you, I will treat you kindly, Riddle!"

Harley Quinn held a fruit knife in her hand and looked at a big question mark drawn on the glass wall. She gritted her teeth and threw the fruit knife over, hitting it.

At the same time, the Riddle Girl, who was stuffing the bomb into the box, couldn't help sneezing and rubbed her nose with her hand.

"It looks like that guy has come to my door. Unfortunately, I don't want to play with you. Just go and look for him. You'll never find him."

As she said this, she put tape on the box, stamped it with a postmark, changed into the postman's clothes, and left.

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In Batwoman's base.

The bat boy, who had just escaped danger, had changed out of his uniform and was now wearing clean pajamas. He was lying on the bed with a pale face and an IV drip hanging next to him to sustain his life.

"Are you going out again?" Mrs. Alfred said worriedly as she looked at Brucey who was debugging the bat fighter.

"Have you seen Mr. Naegi? He went to look for you."

Bruce, who had just repaired the Batfighter, turned around quickly when she heard this. "He's out? Didn't I tell him to stay home?"

"Maybe he's worried about you. Of course, Mr. Naegi is also very powerful. You should... trust him." Mrs. Afu comforted her.

"He doesn't even know where he is." Bruce took off her gloves, took some necessary equipment from the equipment rack on the wall, and stuffed them into her universal belt.

Mrs. Alfred had already opened the lift in front and the Batfighter was moved onto it.

Bruce put on the hood and ran out, "Please take care of Balin. I will rescue Commissioner Gordon."

"Of course, but you can ask Mr. Naegi to come back. He didn't eat anything when he left." Mrs. Afu shouted from behind.

Bruce, who was already in the Batfighter, frowned helplessly when she heard this. She had complicated feelings towards Naegi, but she always looked at the positive side.

This guy is just too stupid, like a little man who has never seen the world. I really don’t know what his world is like.

Well, Bruce probably forgot that Pain, who broke her spine, was also the character whose spine was broken by Naegi.

The Batfighter was moved outside along with the elevator, and Bruce activated a few switches, allowing the Batfighter to take off vertically.

This was her first time operating this model of Batfighter.

Her often-used Batplane, along with the Batcave, had fallen victim to the grenade launcher.

The Batplane took off, the computer turned on and connected to the Batcomputer database. A series of alarms and terrible situations showed the chaos and madness of Gotham.

Bruce flies the Batplane to the site of the latest crime, a jewelry store.

A group of people were blocking the outside and shooting at each other with guns. Valuable jewelry was scattered all over the ground, and there were bodies that had been shot and fallen, with warm blood spreading on the ground.

The searchlight under the Batfighter shone over there. The high-intensity light instantly turned the people shooting below into blind people. They covered their eyes, screamed, and dodged.

Da da da da! The machine gun under the Batfighter fired a circle on the ground, driving those people away.

Bruce continued to check other places, hoping to find some intelligence and news. There were alarms everywhere, but no...

Bruce paused, looking at the streets of Gotham City marked by chaos and crime, with only one spot not sounding an alarm.

The Batplane quickly turned around and flew towards Arkham Asylum. It was the quietest place there and nothing happened.

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Miaomu was walking on the road, holding a cigarette in his mouth and blowing smoke rings from time to time. He looked a little confused.

How to save the world? This is a very profound question.

When the sea flooded the world, Miaomu could only think of Aquaman, Aquaman Arthur. In the Justice League, this guy had a weak presence, strong fighting ability, but was a marginalized character.

The Lord of the Seven Seas, the Controller of the Ocean, this title sounds loud enough, but it cannot conceal the fact that in team battles, he is just a meat shield and has the ability to talk and communicate with fish.

The cigarette went out, Miaomu took out his pocket and found the cigarette box was empty. He should have asked the woman for a pack of cigarettes before leaving, but he was careless.

Miaomu crumpled the cigarette box into a ball and threw it away.

Looking up at the sky, I saw a huge bat flying by with a searchlight below. It was an airplane...

"I think I know how to save the world."

Miao Mu smiled and turned to look at a police car on the side of the road, the glass of which was smashed into pieces.

The keys were still in the car. Although the roof was flattened and there was a hole in the hood, it could still be opened.

Miaomu started the police car, turned on the police lights and sirens, and chased along the road to see the plane's trajectory.

It should be Arkham Asylum. He is familiar with that place and can take a shortcut, such as... taking the light rail iron bridge.

Red and blue police lights flashed, and sirens rang out everywhere. In this chaotic night, there seemed to be a sense of harmony.