American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Gotham City experienced another sleepless night, but it did not cause any great trouble to the citizens of Gotham.

We still have to sing and dance as usual, and go to work tomorrow.

Gotham is fearless. Even if Darkseid comes, he will have to weigh the confidence of the people of Gotham.

In short, Blackgate Prison became famous this time. More than one hundred criminals escaped, including several serious criminals, and it immediately became the front-page headlines of newspapers.

Even the gossip about playboy Bruce Wayne, which was a topic of much discussion and speculation among the citizens of Gotham, was relegated to Page 5.

On the front page, there was the Arkham Asylum jailbreak, and the urban legend of whether the Bat-vigilante was a friend or foe…

and Mayor Don Mitchell Jr., patting his chest to protect Gotham's sky.

Miao Mu sat on the toilet in the Arkham Police Station, looking at Don Mitchell Jr.'s face, tore the newspaper apart, and stood up.

With a splash, the toilet began to flush.

Miaomu walked out of the toilet very comfortably. He had to bring his own toilet paper when going to the toilet, and some people even embezzled toilet paper.

It’s really... outrageous!

Miaomu decided that if anyone from City Hall came to Arkham Police Station, he would definitely ask him to use the toilet of Arkham Police Station and experience the treatment that these police officers who had gone through life and death were given.

The police station was very quiet, and indeed it was. Six people died in the Arkham Police Station in the operation last night.

The police force was already insufficient to begin with, and this time it was completely ruined.

Chief Wei Fei did not show up today. I heard that he went to the city for a meeting. There were less than ten people in the police station.

"Hello, officer!"

A young policeman, upon seeing Miaomu, immediately stood at attention and saluted, with admiration in his eyes.

He swore that this was absolutely a heartfelt respect. Officer Naegi's heroic appearance last night was already engraved in his mind.

Catching criminals fearlessly in the hail of bullets and protecting the safety of one side, this is what he wanted to do after joining the police station!

Instead of following those lazy old guys, collecting protection fees and living a lazy life like gang members.

"No need to call me officer. If you respect me, just call me Brother Miao. By the way, there's no one in the toilet. Here's some paper."

Naegi handed the half-rolled newspaper in his hand to the young policeman, took out a cigarette box from his pocket and walked to the other side of the corridor.

"Yes!"

The young policeman saluted again with the newspaper in his hand, and as he watched Miaomu walking further and further away, he quickly shouted, "Miaomu... No, Miaoge! My name is Milo! Milo Scully!"

Miao Mu, who was walking in front, nodded when he heard the name, took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, turned around and shouted:

"I know you. You shot and killed a terrorist yesterday. He's a good guy. You graduated from Gotham University, but being a policeman is a bit of a waste of your talent."

Although the security in Gotham City is not very good, other places are all top-notch, and well... the villains are also top-notch.

The people here are simple and honest, and there are many talented people.

Gotham University is also a top university in the United States and has long been committed to producing high-quality talents.

Milo smiled when he heard this, and while maintaining a salute, he shouted, "I became a policeman because I wanted to protect Gotham!"

"Good."

Miao Mu held the cigarette between his thumb and index finger in a rather unusual position. He exhaled a puff of smoke and waved his hand, saying, "Let's go."

Young people like these who are full of hope and expectation can be found everywhere, but their endings are never very good.

Miaomu walked around the police station with a cigarette in his mouth. When the cigarette was finished, the patrol was also completed.

Miaomu threw away the cigarette butt, stood at the garage door, looked around, opened the garage shutter door and walked in, then pulled it down again and closed the door.

The lights on the ceiling of the garage lit up. Originally, Sheriff Mais's private police car was parked here, but it was broken down last night.

Moreover, Ma Yis was injured by a stray bullet last night, so this place became empty.

Miaomu pulled over a broken table, which was originally used to store some maintenance tools, but he threw them in the corner.

After brushing off the oil stains on it, Miaomu took out the Iron Fist Stone Monkey Statue he had obtained earlier from a backpack at the door, and looked it up and down, and found that it was not damaged.

Placing it steadily on the table, Miaomu took two steps back, used his hands to measure the position, and adjusted it again. Only when he was sure it was placed properly did he breathe a sigh of relief.

With his hands clasped into fists and his feet slightly apart, Naegi closed his eyes and relaxed his mind and emotions.

His treasure hunting system was indeed good, and the things found there were good, but Miaomu was also very aware of his shortcomings.

The situation in Gotham will become more and more serious in the future. Yesterday it was Black Mask, who will it be the day after tomorrow? It will be a mess.

There is also a Court of Owls deep in the shadows of Gotham.

Being a policeman in Gotham is not an easy job, although the tragic scene of Sheriff Gordon being captured and tortured by the Joker has not happened yet.

But Naegi doesn't want to encounter such a thing at all. Only by becoming stronger can he live well in Gotham!

Martial arts are the foundation, and a strong body is a must.

Miaomu's nose moved and he smelled a fragrance, not the smell of perfume, nor the smell of flowers, nor the smell of food.

But it is the burning incense inserted in the incense burner!

Naegi opened his eyes suddenly, and the scene in front of him was no longer in the garage of the Arkham Police Station, but a huge martial arts training ground.

The statue of the Iron Fist Stone Monkey in front of him also became very huge, as high as three stories. It was surrounded by a fairy air and like a dream, as if he had traveled through time again.

The surroundings were filled with people wearing light yellow training clothes, performing punches one after another, and the sound of their clothes vibrating was crackling.

Miao Mu stood there and watched. The people practicing martial arts around him were clearly very close, but he couldn't see their faces.

"What are you doing?"

A loud voice rang out, like rolling thunder.

Miaomu was immediately awakened by the shock. He quickly raised his hands and imitated the people around him, making boxing moves, but his movements were very clumsy.

But the loud voice did not sound again. While punching, Miaogi paid attention to the surrounding situation, trying to find the origin of the sound.

There was a snap.

"Ah!!!" Miao Mu screamed, his hand cramped.

There was a problem with trying to multitask, as the Iron Monkey Fist was a powerful boxing style, and the explosive force of all the strength was enough to injure him immediately.

Even though I covered my wrist and cold sweat broke out on my forehead due to the pain, the scenery around me did not change.

However, Miaomu discovered one thing and he wanted to praise himself. Even though his wrist was hurting so much, he was still able to think about other things. No wonder his academic performance was so poor in his previous life.

It seems that the skill of distracted fantasy has been practiced to the peak. Miaomu looked at the incense stick in front of the Iron Fist Stone Monkey statue in front of him, and the white smoke was rising.

The incense burner is made of stone and has the word "fist" on the front.

Miaomu immediately guessed that his stay in this place would only last for the duration of an incense stick!

Recalling the effect of the Iron Fist Stone Monkey statue, Miaomu didn't dare to delay any longer. He endured the pain in his wrist, looked at the figures around him, and continued to practice his boxing.

Although he had learned the Iron Monkey Fist as if it were an epiphany, his body had not undergone any systematic training after all.

The move was performed to increase the damage of the fist, and nothing else changed.

Miaomu imitated those figures, and after punching, his body movements gradually became more proficient as they changed. When he swung his fist, his energy was stimulated, his cuffs shook, and the pain in his wrists was much relieved.

This feeling... Miaomu just felt like he was in water, and his body could feel the resistance of "qi".

Before he could take it all in, the scene around him dissipated, disappearing like a mirage.