American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Puppeteer Barton, screaming in pain with his hands clasped together, staggered as he ran in the sewer. He wore glasses on his face and ran forward, looking at the fluorescent marks left on the ground.

"I will never forgive him. I will kill him and them all!"

Puppeteer Barton's voice trembled in pain, blood dripping from his hands. The index finger of his left hand was broken and only a layer of skin remained.

But when he thought of the masterpiece No. 29, the defective product No. 31, and the scrap No. 11 in the warehouse, puppeteer Barton felt a piercing pain.

He walked forward with his head held high and suddenly bumped into something. Two strong beams of light shone into his eyes, causing him to scream.

"Where are you planning to escape to?"

Two burly men wearing brown leather jumpsuits and owl masks on their faces stood there, shining tactical flashlights at the puppeteer and asked in a cold voice.

"No, I went to get some medicine and was attacked. I didn't try to run away! I have completed the materials and dedicated everything to the Court of Owls!"

Puppeteer Barton said with a look of horror, and finally shouted the slogan "Court of Owls" with a respectful look.

The Court of Owls, the shadow in the dark of Gotham, is a special organization formed by members of many prominent families. They have been manipulating everything in Gotham since the moment Gotham City was established.

Even the Wayne family, the founders and protectors of Gotham City, have suffered sanctions from the Court of Owls in every generation.

The two gunshots in Sin Alley and the broken pearl necklace were their gifts and advice to the Wayne family.

Six legs in, two legs out, poor Bruce Wayne!

"You'd better not lie to us! Otherwise..."

The Claw of the Court of Owls, or rather the Claw's reserve, held a slender feather-like dagger and gently tapped Puppeteer Barton on the cheek.

The sharp blade just hit his cheek lightly, leaving a long scar, which slowly seeped out blood.

"Okay, Derank, let him go."

Another Claw reserve used a flashlight to shine on the puppeteer's torn and bloody hands, and asked curiously:

"What happened to you?"

"what is that!"

The Claw reserve called Dranke shouted in surprise, and the flashlight swept over instantly.

A fast black shadow flashed under the light, and the next second the puppeteer Barton screamed.

The flashlight shone on him, and a palm-sized rat was biting his face fiercely. The puppeteer Barton fell to the ground in pain and rolled on the spot.

Rustling sounds were heard all around, and several rats pounced over, biting the puppeteer Barton with clear intent.

“Ahhhhh! Save me, save me!!!”

Puppeteer Barton screamed miserably.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! Several sharp daggers instantly pierced through the bodies of the rats. One of the rats was cut in half, and the remaining head still tightly bit the puppeteer.

"Something's wrong! Hurd, take him away!"

Claw Drank clenched his fists, with four sharp daggers protruding from between his fingers like claws. He looked vigilantly towards the direction where the puppeteer was coming. His intuition told him that this was just the beginning.

"go!"

Claw Hurd didn't hesitate at all and immediately grabbed the puppeteer Patton and ran to the other side. In the training camp, the four words "follow orders" were already imprinted in their souls.

With a dull thud, a spark suddenly appeared in the darkness.

Claw Drank's eyes widened, and based on the instinct he had developed from life-and-death situations in the training camp, he quickly dodged.

With a splash, it fell into the sewage.

"You have the right to remain silent, but everything you have done will be used as evidence in court! Now kneel down! Put your hands on your heads and lean against the wall!!!"

Naegi's voice echoed in the dark sewer along with the sound of a shotgun being loaded.

With a click, the rat catcher Otis's flashlight lit up, and the dim light illuminated the sewer.

Standing in the canal, with sewage overflowing over his thighs, Sharp Claw Dranke immediately threw the dagger in his hand, whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Ding ding ding, the feather-like dagger, as thin as a scalpel, hit the wall heavily.

Under the flickering flame of the lantern, Dranke, who couldn't aim accurately, threw the claws based on his instinct.

Miaomu, who was nearly stabbed, raised his shotgun and pointed it at the sharp claws in the water and pulled the trigger. When he walked over just now, he heard the words "Court of Owls".

Naegi had no intention of letting these people leave alive. Having offended the Court of Owls, they were truly cursed in Gotham.

The muffled sound of the shotgun echoed in the sewer. Jerry, who was at the back, held a revolver and pulled the trigger, firing a burst of shots.

bang bang bang bang...

Claw Drank did not expect that Miaomu and the others would open fire immediately, leaving him with almost no chance to fight back. He could only dive into the sewage in an awkward manner to try to block the bullets.

However, the unmodified claw reserve has no ability to revive, and can only withstand bullets with its flesh and blood...

The result was a hint of red appearing on the water surface.

"Don't give him a chance! Get him!"

Naegi loaded the gun and shot again at the water surface, then ran forward. There was a sharp claw next to the puppeteer Barton.

Judging from their conversation, the Puppeteer is also serving the Court of Owls, so he must not be allowed to leave alive!

Puff! A dark figure suddenly jumped out of the water, holding a dagger and stabbing towards Miaomu.

"Get away!!!"

Otis, who was behind the seedlings, saw this scene and quickly threw the flashlight over. Claw Dranke, who jumped out of the water, was hit by the flashlight and the dagger in his hand was deflected.

Miaomu waved his hand vigorously, and the shark-tooth arm armor on his right arm ejected a sharp blade to block it, and then he pulled the trigger of the shotgun directly.

A gunshot was heard, and muzzle flashes of fire spurted out. Claw Dranke's right shoulder was directly shattered, and his arm flew out.

"Eat him!!!"

Otis shouted ferociously with bloodshot eyes, and his manic and angry emotions were transmitted. Dozens of rats rushed over recklessly and bit Sharp Claw Dranke fiercely.

After changing the bullets in his revolver, Jerry pulled the trigger and emptied the magazine at Blade Dranke who was still trying to struggle.

Miaomu didn't hesitate at all. After the shooting, he immediately turned around and chased forward. Otis and Jerry would take care of everything.

And that was exactly what happened. Less than a minute after Miaomu left, the crowded swarm of rats rushed over like a wave and gnawed the body of Sharp Claw into white bones.

Jerry picked up the lantern and kicked the skull, which still had some flesh and blood on it, into the water.

The sturdy white man no longer had his usual cheerful look on his face; instead, he had a serious and cold expression on his face.

"You can't tell anyone about this, Otis Flanigan! Otherwise, we'll all die."

Jerry called Otis by his full name, which made the rat catcher Otis realize the seriousness of the matter.

As orphans from the Lower East Side, they knew exactly what the nursery rhymes that had been passed down through the generations in Gotham meant.

"I never betray my friends, even to death!"

Otis said in a firm voice, looking Jerry in the face without wavering.

"go!"

Jerry handed him the flashlight and chased forward with his revolver in hand. His anxious mood reminded him of the nursery rhyme that had been passed down from generation to generation.

Beware the Court of Owls, watching you wherever you go.

Peep at Gotham City from the dark, hiding in the low walls and attics.

He is with you when you are at home; he is also with you when you are in bed.

Never mention his name, or his sharp claws will find your head.