American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Come on, be fierce to me again! Be fierce!"

Miaomu squatted on the ground, holding a flashlight and knocking on Hongzhua's forehead like a monk knocking a wooden fish, making a clanging sound.

Hongzhua was gasping for breath in anger, but she couldn't shout or curse because the boots on her feet were stuffed into her mouth by Miaomu.

She was wrapped in a circle of ropes and tied up in an extremely humiliating tortoise shell bondage. Red Claw swears if the ropes loosen!

I must kill this bitch in front of me. This bitch is even more hateful than that bat!

It's a pity that the bitch in front of her had no idea about this.

Miaomu didn't shoot her directly because of the claw tattoo on her shoulder.

Because that tattoo looks a little familiar...

But Naegi still hasn't figured it out. This is the mark, but it feels like it has something to do with ninjas...

Miaomu turned on the flashlight, adjusted it to high light mode, and suddenly pointed it at Hongzhua's eyes. The strong light made her eyes tear up and she began to struggle.

"I ask you questions and you answer them. If you dare to lie, have you seen what's behind?"

Miaomu pointed to the street behind him. There were continuous gunshots. The police had already begun the attack. Jerry and his men kicked open the door and fired without any hesitation.

Red Claw glared at him, wishing she could eat him alive, but Naegi reached out and pulled the shoe out of her mouth.

"You are that force... Damn, you are born in the year of the dog!"

Miaomu started to ask when Hongzhua moved his jaw and bit him, frightening Miaomu so much that he jumped up and kicked Hongzhua in the face.

He pulled out a revolver, pointed it at the sky, and poked the hot barrel into her face.

"Don't be shameless!" Miaomu shouted murderously. If she dared to hit him again, no, just talk, he would kill her!

He doesn't have Batman's noble bottom line of not killing. If you dare to provoke him, you'll have to go to hell first!

"..."

Red Claw stared, gasping with gritted teeth.

"Let me ask you one last question. Where are you from? What is the tattoo on your shoulder?"

Naegi asked with a cold look, his finger on the trigger.

"Bigfoot, Bigfoot Ninja Gang..."

Red Claw looked away and mentioned the tattoo on her shoulder.

Miaomu's eyebrows twisted into a ball, and he thought about it in his mind, this Big Foot Ninja Gang...the one with the Ninja Turtles?

Hiss…it’s possible. The Ninja Turtles are set in New York, and they did make a cameo appearance in Gotham…

Lego Batman and the most feared snake-like Joker were also created.

"What's your name? What's your relationship with them? Do you know Shredder?" Miaomu asked in a deep voice.

Red Claw looked over quickly. She was a little confused. How could a guy from Gotham... She looked at the police badge hanging in Naegi's arms. He was a policeman, so how did he know the name "Schreider".

Few people know this name...

"Answer me! I have little patience."

Miaomu raised the muzzle of the gun to let Hongzhua understand the current situation. He was the one who held the power of life and death over her!

"My name is Red Claw, and Shredder...is our boss."

When Naegi heard this, he looked a little strange. Which version was Shredder? Was he the ninja? Or the alien? Or the armor with soul attached to it?

But speaking of this... there are so many aliens. In New York City, the center of the universe, there are aliens coming from outer space every day.

"I know your boss Shredder. What about you? What's your name? Who do you work for? Who did this tonight?"

Miao Mu put away his gun. He was not wrong. He did know Shredder. He met him on TV...

But when Red Claw heard this, he was stunned for a moment, full of disbelief. He looked at Miaomu and the police badge on Miaomu...

Just a little policeman?

Although Naegi is a senior detective, in Hong Zhua's eyes, he is just a small policeman. Even the New York City Police Chief is a small policeman in front of her, and she treats him equally.

"You may doubt it, but I am somewhat confident in New York City. Is your boss still wearing that armor?"

Naegi said enigmatically, although he wasn't sure which version of Shredder it was, the armor was iconic.

Just like the red underwear that Superman wears outside and the pointed ears on Batman's underwear pullover, they are irreplaceable.

"..."

Hongzhua was silent. She wasn't sure if Miaomu was trying to trick her. She had just fought with someone so desperate, but now he turned out to be one of her own?

Is this possible? Although she did know that Shredder had many backup plans elsewhere, but...

"You may doubt it. When you meet him later, tell him that Clark Joseph Kent of the Metropolitan welcomes him to visit."

Naegi said in a very sinister way that Clark Joseph Kent was Superman's full name, and he was also a young reporter for the Daily Planet.

If Red Claw had really had the chance to get the message across, Superman would have taken care of everything.

"My name is Red Claw. The brothers of the mercenary group were hired to hold out here for three hours..."

Having said that, Hong Claw glared at Miaomu fiercely. She saw how Miaomu shot and killed her mercenary brother. It was simply outrageous.

However, this also made Red Claw more certain that this guy was definitely not an ordinary policeman, any policeman would kill people without hesitation.

"Tell me, who hired you?"

"...I don't know him. We don't record information about our employers, but he was wearing a black skull mask made of wood."

Red Claw finished replenishing, and Naegi immediately knew who it was.

The Black Mask, Roman Sionis, had Nygma check on him before, and disappeared after the company went bankrupt.

I didn’t expect that he would come here to be a robber?

This guy is a gangster, and now he has made his debut?

Thinking of this, Naegi stretched out his fingers and counted. After Batman appeared, Gotham began to reveal its bottomless darkness.

Batman is an outlier who shattered the corrupt and dirty underworld order of Gotham, but also created a world of great contention, where even a small gangster has the opportunity to turn over and become the boss.

Those gang members who were thrown into prison by Batman with broken arms and ribs, their missing ecological niches will be immediately filled, just like the Penguin...

"It has nothing to do with me anymore. I just want to live a good life. If possible... I'd like to live a better life." Miaomu shook his head.

During this period of time, he found that he actually began to like Gotham. At least there were not so many loopholes and opportunities in other places. This sounded a bit like Stockholm syndrome.

But who doesn't have some kind of illness living in this hellhole? The psychiatrist is obviously even sicker.