American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

In the mountains far away from Gotham City.

Miao Mu was wearing a white casual sportswear and Tyrannosaurus sunglasses on his face. He was holding a cigarette at an angle and sniffing condescendingly.

Seen from this side, the sky over Gotham City looks like it is covered by an ominous cloud. It is said that overtime work makes people happy, but holidays are rare and you can't have your cake and eat it too.

So Miaomu chose the latter and went to Star City to pick up his right-hand man and take a look around to see if he could gain anything. On the way to Star City, he happened to pass by the Metropolis.

He has been reading newspapers for so long. He is probably the only one in Gotham who only reads a Sunday newspaper every day.

I've also collected a lot of newspaper clippings, all written by Clark. I can be considered a super fan. This time I passed by to join in the fun, ask for an autograph, and make myself familiar with his face.

If something happens to me someday, I will just sink my energy into my dantian, look up and shout: "Superman!"

Ding ding ding~ ding! The superhero appears.

Of course, if Superman encounters problems, it’s fine. He can’t solve it, and Naegi doesn’t want to get involved. Superman is infinitely strong and accounts for 90% of the Justice League’s combat power.

However, when it is Superman's turn to play against the wind, it will definitely be a disaster of devastating the world and collapsing the world.

"Hey, ahaha!" The sound of Jason punching came from behind.

Miaomu shivered, pulled up his pants, blew out a smoke ring with the cigarette, and turned to look behind him.

Jason was shirtless, practicing the Iron Monkey Fist. Although his movements were a bit immature, he was indeed a promising young talent.

This was the first time that Miaomu understood what the so-called martial arts talent or genius meant.

You can feel the similarity in fighting just by watching it once. It's not the appearance that's similar, but the fierceness of the Iron Monkey Fist, the feeling that one punch can kill someone.

There is a statue of the Iron Fist Stone Monkey on the picnic table next to it. In order to ensure the solemnity, Miaomu also bought an incense burner and incense sticks from the incense and candle shop in Chinatown.

However, Jason did not have the mysterious sense of space that could be entered by practicing the Iron Monkey Fist. Perhaps he had to practice to a high level to have that kind of "qi feeling".

As for Miaomu, he himself was enlightened and learned everything all at once, and he skipped some levels to some extent. But when it comes to teaching others, Miaomu can brag about being a master if he is not modest.

If fists are not enough, the new revolver on Naegi's belt can be used to show off his skills. In addition to boxing and kicking, he is also quite knowledgeable about American Iai Slash.

When fighting the electrocutor before, Miaomu finally concluded that the equipment he carried with him had only a slightly lower lethality.

He directly replaced his sidearm revolver with a modified version of the Smith & Wesson M500, which has a capacity of 5 rounds and uses .500 Magnum bullets, which is 12.7 mm.

It's a complete "hand cannon". In the entire Gotham police force, I'm afraid that only Naemu has this hand cannon. It can blast through a 10mm steel plate with one shot. If it hits a person's head, it will explode on the spot.

Someone also replaced the barrel of Miaomu's main gun, the Glock 17, from 9mm caliber bullets to .40 Smith & Wesson bullets, which increased the damage of the shooting.

"what!"

After finishing a set of boxing moves, Jason swung his fist and hit a wooden board on the table with a loud thump.

Miao Mu felt his hands hurt just by watching, the board didn't move at all, Jason grimaced in pain, turned around, clasped his fists, bowed his head and said: "Master!"

"Pack up and go, it's rare to have such nice weather."

Miaomu waved his hand and asked Jason to pack up all the things and stuff them into the cart next to him that Miaomu had bought for fifty dollars.

It was the old car that was assigned to the Arkham Police Station. Because Arkham received two new police cars, this car was eliminated and bought by Miaomu, who modified it and changed its color.

The rose red Beetle classic car is a very flashy color.

But today's weather is really nice, with blue sky and white clouds. To be more precise, after leaving Gotham, there are green mountains and clear waters.

Gotham is a city with an industrial foundation of hundreds of years. The dark clouds in the sky are sparks ejected from steel furnaces.

Jason had already packed up here. He folded up the picnic table, threw it on the roof of the car, and tied it up with a rope.

Miaomu put the Iron Fist Stone Monkey in his backpack and carried it with him. He claimed to be the successor of the Iron Monkey Fist and currently had only one apprentice.

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. Then Miaomu picked up his backpack, stuffed it into the car, sat in the driver's seat, started the engine, and the engine started with a puff.

Jason opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. He was wearing a training suit that was homemade by Miaomu. It was two pieces of clothing in one: a dark blue long-sleeved shirt underneath and an orange short-sleeved shirt outside.

There is also a circle on the back with a Chinese character (monkey) inside, which is a copy of the suit from Master Roshi's school. It's not from the same universe, so there's no need to worry about the Kamehameha flying over.

"Put on your glasses and let's go!"

Miaomu threw a pair of sunglasses to Jason. They both put on sunglasses and sat in the car with a cool look.

Miaomu stepped on the accelerator, and the Beetle jumped on the spot, then swayed down the mountain, getting farther and farther away from Gotham City, going in the opposite direction.

There was a camping tent or something tied to the roof of the car.

Meanwhile, in Gotham...

Maroni, who came out of the Gotham Police Department, was sent in again. This time Gordon was very calm, so calm that even the other party's lawyer was drooling, but he was still wiping his glasses slowly.

"In short! My client, Mr. Maroni, is innocent! He is one of the citizens of Gotham and should not be treated so harshly!" the lawyer shouted righteously.

Sal Maroni, who was sitting next to him, smiled and was obviously very satisfied with the lawyer he hired.

But Maroni was already in a wheelchair. He had just walked out of the police station when he was attacked by Batman, and his right leg was broken... Now it was in a cast and wrapped in thick gauze.

"Okay, since you are innocent, please go back. We will deal with the charges against Batman as soon as possible."

Gordon never thought that one day he would use such a "perfunctory" statement to deal with others.

But looking at Maroni's appearance, Gordon was still very happy. After all, there was someone who could control them, and they were not nothing to be afraid of.

"This..." The lawyer hesitated. This was different from what he had expected. Maroni next to him glared at him.

The lawyer lowered his posture a little: "My client needs protection. The bat thug will use violence against him after he leaves the police station. This is absolutely not allowed."

Gordon looked up at Maroni and snorted, "I've never heard that the 'boss' needs police protection."

Just as Falcone's nickname was "The Roman," Maroni's nickname was "The Boss."

Gordon's ridicule made Maroni's face change, but he had to admit that he really needed police protection now.

All the subordinates and territories he had gathered were destroyed by Gordon and Batman. Even the electrocuter who was hired at a high price was blown to charcoal.

The power under his command was greatly damaged. The goods were lost and the store was closed, which meant at most the loss of money, but the loss of people was like cutting off his hands and feet.

Especially those middle-level cadres, Gordon couldn't find a prosecutor who dared to prosecute Maroney, but that didn't mean he couldn't deal with others.