American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Everyone, if you have any questions, feel free to ask."

Miaomu opened his hands generously with a kind smile on his face, which greatly improved the reporters' favorability. This greenhorn who had no idea about the situation could definitely say a lot.

When most police officers see reporters, they all have an undisguised look of disgust on their faces, and they wish they could die on the spot.

Miao Mu's side was crowded with people, and questions were blurted out one after another, even some extremely sensitive questions.

Director Luo Bu, who was on the second floor, was holding a wine glass. The kind smile on his face disappeared, and was replaced by deep contempt and disdain.

People who come out of the slums are like this. They have no prospects and become complacent as soon as they are treated a little bit well.

He wasn't worried about the reporters at all. Tomorrow's headlines had already been decided. As for this seedling...

You still need to exercise. Young people are too arrogant.

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The next day, a group of people holding signs protesting gathered early in front of the city hall.

"We don't need Batman!"

The crowd was filled with slogans and holding signs with the Batman logo and a red cross through it.

"We don't need masked vigilantes! He is just a criminal who abuses lynching! A criminal!" A hoarse shout rang out in the crowd.

A reporter from Gotham TV was holding a microphone and interviewing a man holding a protest sign and leaning on a cane.

"Excuse me……"

"Batman! It's all Batman, he broke my leg! Just falling from the sky, he broke my leg!"

The man had his hair disheveled and was shouting at the top of his lungs. He was standing there crookedly with the help of a crutch. His right leg was wrapped in a thick layer of white plaster, making it difficult for him to move.

"He is a criminal, a bad guy! We don't need the protection of such a bastard! Kill it! Kill it!"

Among the protesters, someone stuck a live, squeaking bat on a sign. Someone grabbed it, threw it to the ground, and stepped on it by more than a dozen feet.

The bat was trampled into a puddle of dark red mud.

"Batman hit me in the face and broke my fingers. He is a lunatic! A complete lunatic!"

The news on TV was turned off.

Bruce Wayne took off his Batman gear and threw away the remote control. It was rare for him to get up so early, as he usually would still be sleeping in bed at this time.

He captured a few Roman men last night. Although he threw them in front of the police station, they would be out of the police station in a few days due to various diseases.

So, he broke the arms of those men.

"Why did you turn off the TV? I was looking forward to today's news." Alfred came over with a breakfast plate.

"Would you like a glass of milk? It's just delivered from a farm in Bristol, and there's some fresh goat cheese."

Bruce sat on the sofa in his pajamas without any image. "I need a better bulletproof equipment."

"I see. After you finish the meeting at Wayne Group, you can go find Mr. Lucius. I think he can solve this problem. But what excuse do you want to use this time?"

"Um...how about field shooting?"

"Excellent."

Alfred came over with a glass of milk and handed it to Bruce. "But you stay at home and rarely go out. Gotham is almost forgetting about you. A rich playboy shouldn't be so quiet."

Bruce took a sip of milk, turned around and asked helplessly: "What should I do?"

Alfred cleaned up the plates, made a simple sandwich for Bruce, and said seriously:

"You should go out and show your face, or find some friends to spend some of the wine in your cellar that has been passed down for generations, or find some pretty girls to go out with. The Maston has been filled with gas."

"forgive me……"

Bruce drank the milk in one gulp, put the cup down, stood up and was about to change his clothes. Alfred followed him, picked up the remote control he threw away, turned on the TV and watched the news.

"Master, the Gotham Police Department is going to issue a ban on the giant bats flying in the sky."

"what?"

Bruce came out in a shirt and watched the news report on TV as Police Commissioner Jillian Lobb finished her speech.

Masked vigilantes wandering around Gotham will be arrested as criminals. In order to protect the safety of citizens, the Gotham Police Department will send two airships to patrol and protect the city.

"I've made an appointment for you with a female reporter who attended the police party last night, Miss Jessica Luxiu. She's the most beautiful female reporter at Gotham Daily." Alfred took the opportunity to say.

"...Okay." Bruce nodded.

"The French restaurant and the opera house have been arranged. It won't take up too much of your time. You'll still have time to have a cup of coffee after your meeting."

"No need to go through so much trouble." Bruce buttoned his shirt and looked at the protesting crowd that flashed by in the camera.

With just a quick glance, his photographic memory had already revealed a dozen street thugs he had defeated.

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In the logistics warehouse of Arkham Police Department, watching the noon news on TV, Naegi yawned out of boredom.

After the banquet ended last night, they drove back, and naturally the plan to join the Gotham Police Department fell through.

The most promising new star in the police force, the hero who solved the case in seven hours, has returned to the Arkham District Police Station.

Everyone in the Arkham Police Department was secretly laughing at Naegi. He had a great chance to escape from this crappy place, but he ruined it himself.

It's just like an old saying: A fool can never grasp the wealth that comes to him, let alone the opportunity to change his destiny.

However, Miao Mu didn't care about these things. On the contrary, this incident made many people closer to him.

Compared to brothers driving sports cars and living in villas, it is more pleasing to the eye to live with fools in a shabby house.

"Hey, Detective Naegi, you've been working hard!"

Two police officers who had just responded to the call and were about to go out, saw Naegi and immediately greeted him with a smile.

Naegi also nodded, "Be careful on the road!"

"Yes, Detective Naegi!"

The two policemen saluted solemnly, with a smile on their faces that looked like they were gloating, and ran out.

Miao Mu continued to pretend to be dead while lying on the table. The old TV could only play one program, and the screen was full of crackling snow.

In the parking lot outside the police station, a mighty and majestic city Hummer H2 drove in, with an old Ford sedan towed on the tow hook at the back.

The sedan was loaded with cargo boxes, just like moving house.

Jerry, wearing a jacket and sunglasses, opened the car door and walked out, like a tough guy from a movie.

The Riddler Nygma, holding a cardboard box in his hands, also got out of the car and looked at the Arkham Police Chief and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wow, you guys are really moving?"

Miaomu opened the window and looked outside. There were two sofas on top of the Ford sedan, and all kinds of things, big and small, were piled on the roof and swaying. It was a blessing that they were able to tow the car back.

"I've calculated carefully. Arkham isn't as bad as I thought, and the rent is much lower. My lease is about to expire, so I can just move here."

Nygma carried the box and walked towards the logistics warehouse. His position was transferred from the Gotham Police Department. Because of his strange temper, many people in the Gotham Police Department were hoping he would get out.

The originally slow bureaucratic mechanism was given the green light, and the transfer procedures were completed in just one hour, and he was sent to the Arkham area.

There's a reason why people in this place hate dogs.