American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Awake? Just in time, let's have some breakfast. There's actually a Chinese restaurant here. The soup dumplings are delicious."

Miao Mu placed a bag of hot dumplings on the console next to him, took one and stuffed it into his mouth, and also held a cup of soy milk in his hand.

Jason, who had just woken up, blinked his eyes and turned to look out the window. The Beetle was parked in a large park. There was a cathedral across the street not far away, and the sound of hymns was coming from there.

"Have we arrived in Star City?" Jason's sleepiness was swept away and he quickly lowered the car window to look outside.

"No, this is Los Angeles, Star City is on the other side."

Miao Mu took a sip of the soy milk, then looked towards the cathedral on the other side of the road, gazing at the century-old tree at the door of the church.

The ownerless treasure he was looking for was buried under the tree. He went to take a look when he bought breakfast.

It’s not easy to dig, as it’s covered by tree roots. I don’t know how many years it has been buried, but it should be something good.

Moreover, the church was quite grand, and many people came to worship, so it was not easy to take action during the day. Miaomu asked the priest of the church, and learned that the church would close at six in the evening, so they could take action at that time.

For this purpose, he also bought an axe, a shovel, and a mask... It would be embarrassing if he was caught in the act.

But when I put on the mask, it means... if you arrest Lu Xun, what does it have to do with me, Zhou Shuren?

"Los Angeles? What are we doing here?"

Jason leaned over the window, reached out to take the steamed buns from the bag, stuffed them into his mouth and started eating, his eyes constantly scanning outside.

Having never been out of Gotham, he was curious about everything and even wanted to run into the church over there to see what it looked like inside.

"Um... Take a walk and broaden your horizons. Come and eat quickly. After dinner, I'll take you to play here and see the scenery."

Miaomu didn't elaborate and changed the subject directly, planning to look around here again to see if he could find anything else.

For example, try fighting with Rorschach. Even though he has the Iron Monkey Fist, Naegi can also be considered a master.

However, combat experience is still somewhat lacking.

When Bruce Wayne traveled around the world, he even dared to go into prisons in troubled areas in order to fight. In the end, he was defeated in a fight and the prison guards put him in a solitary cell.

Behind him was the demon leader Lei Xiaogu, who personally taught him moves. His combat experience had already reached the level of a fighting master.

This time, Miaomu also planned to train well. He originally planned to find those masters and try to fight with them.

After all, other places are not as omnipotent and perverted as Gotham, and people can still reason with others.

As for why not fight Superman...

That's as ridiculous as trying to strangle a robot with your arms. How can you hit a steel body that can't be hurt by bullets with your fists?

It's a bit like...it's time to go to Arkham Asylum.

"This thing is delicious. What's it called?" Jason took two more dumplings and stuffed them into his mouth, which was covered with grease.

"Xiao Long Bao, let's go have Chinese food at noon. I saw a good Chinese restaurant. Let's go and have a meal. I'll give you soy milk with sugar."

Miaomu took a cup of soy milk and handed it to Jason, then continued to look at the cathedral over there, thinking about what to do.

After the two finished their breakfast, Naegi drove around the city, hoping to find Rorschach.

The guy had reddish hair and was carrying a protest sign. He went over there where a parade was happening.

During the day, he was just an ordinary homeless man, living in a garbage can in an alley and wandering aimlessly.

At night, put on a brown windbreaker, a narrow-brimmed round hat of the same color, and put on that "face" and Rorschach will come out.

Compared to Batman’s “non-killing”, Superman’s “kindness”.

Rorschach, who debuted during the Cold War, is not a womanizer. Instead, he is extremely fierce. Anything in his hands is the most lethal weapon. When he strikes, the victim is either killed or injured.

"Beep, beep, beep..." Naegi hummed a song and turned his head to look at the crowd marching in front of the city hall. The crowd was in a mess.

I don’t know why they came out to march. The signs they held were not about unification, and there was even a nuclear crisis sign from the Cold War era... ?

Nuclear crisis?

Naegi's head, which was originally tilted, tilted directly so that he could see the faded sign clearly. On it were written the end of mankind, the horror of nuclear crisis, and the destruction of the world.

The man holding the sign was a man in his forties wearing a torn jacket and eating a piece of bread.

Miao Mu narrowed his eyes, light red hair, yes!

Tramp...yes!

He was wearing tattered clothes, his jacket had all the leather peeling off, his jeans were full of patches, and he was wearing a pair of oversized leather shoes that didn't fit him.

All these items match up, Rorschach, we found it!

But how to get close? This guy's vigilance is no less than Batman's, and even more so.

After all, at most Batman can break your arms and legs and put you in jail for a few years. If you're lucky, you might not have to go to jail.

But Rorschach can really kill you!

"..."

Miaomu is at a loss as to what to do. This isn't a trap to enforce the law, is it?

Thinking of this, Miaomu turned to look at Jason, who was standing next to him and peeking out of the car window, and a smile appeared on his face.

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Rorschach, carrying the sign, followed the crowd forward, then moved the sign to his other shoulder while chewing the bread crumbs in his mouth.

Compared to those retired or even successful masked vigilantes, his life is very ordinary and free.

Some of them worked as dogs for the government, some hid their identities, and some achieved success and fame, but he was the only one who did not compromise.

Even with a wanted warrant, he still roams around at night, doing justice.

Walter Kovacs is his real name, but in his mind, Rorschach is his name.

"Um, can you show me your brand?"

A young man in a black coat ran over, stopped him, and reached out for the sign on his shoulder.

Rorschach glanced at the boy and was about to walk around him. Suddenly, the boy reached out and snatched the sign on his shoulder, turned around and ran away.

Rorschach was stunned for two seconds and immediately chased after him. He was stunned because why would someone steal things from a homeless person?

The young man ran very fast and his movements were very agile. If Rorschach hadn't chased him so closely, he would have been shaken off.

In an alley, as soon as Rorschach chased in, he saw a sign thrown aside and a person standing in the middle.

"Rorschach, you have violated the mask law. Now, I am going to arrest you. Do you have anything else to say?"

Naegi shouted righteously, holding the police badge in his hand.

Rorschach looked at the police badge in Naegi's hand. He was sure at a glance that it was the real thing. However, it was the GCPD label, not the Los Angeles police. Looking at the abbreviation... was it the Gotham Police?

As Naegi watched Rorschach's expression, he quietly touched the golden hexagram wrapped around his wrist, and his vision was fully open.

"Fight with me, and I'll let you go if you win."

Miaomu clenched his fists and made a standard boxing stance, able to attack or defend, ready for battle.

On the fire escape staircase on one side, Jason lay on it, looking at Naegi's posture below and Rorschach standing on the other side.

Rorschach thought for a few seconds, "...You know me?"

Almost no one knew his identity. No one cared about a homeless man. Even his former comrades-in-arms did not know his true identity, let alone find him.

"If you beat me, I'll tell you the answer."

Naegi waved his hand provocatively, with an imposing aura, showing that he had used 100% of his strength, except that he didn't draw his gun.

Rorschach looked over here, turned around and walked to the trash can on the side, grabbed a glass bottle and smashed it against the wall.

Only half of the glass bottle was left, which was extremely sharp. He walked towards this side holding it in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Naegi was a little stunned. This style of painting... was a little wrong, but he didn't have time to think about it.

Because the glass bottle had been thrown out of Rorschach's hand and flew directly towards Miaomu's face.

"My day!"

Miaomu leaned back quickly, and the glass bottle almost hit his hair when it flew past him, and he just stood up.

Rorschach threw a punch at an extremely tricky position, hitting the right rib, and the punch directly exploded the liver.

"what!"

Miaomu gritted his teeth and groaned in pain. The veins on his forehead popped out. It was so painful. Fortunately, he had a strong physique.

The pain also aroused Miaomu's ferocity. Immediately, blood rushed into his pupils and he was filled with murderous intent. He swung his fist forward without holding back at all.

But Rorschach was faster, no, it should be said that he had more combat experience. A second before Naegi swung his punch, Rorschach saw the change in Naegi's shoulder and dodged the punch by turning his head.

Like the sound of cloth tearing, Miaomu's punch directly brought up a strong wind, just like the mysterious feeling before.

Rorschach was also surprised by Naegi's punch, but he immediately counterattacked, grabbing Naegi's wrist with one hand, giving him the advantage of first move whether he was grappling or blocking.

He used his other hand to make a thumb and poked it directly into Miaomu's elbow, twisting it as if to break Miaomu's arm.

There was no way Naegi would let him succeed, so he raised his leg and kneed him. Rorschach also raised his leg at the same time, and their legs collided with a thud.

Naegi roared, raised his leg and kneed again, two consecutive kicks, thumping, making Rorschach a little lacking in strength, so he pinched Naegi's wrist and grabbed his arm lock!

Lock Naegi's arms behind his back to control him.

But Naegi used his other arm to elbow directly, and then swung his fist, bursting out with the powerful Iron Monkey Fist.

The fist that Naegi swung out was like a meteor hammer. Rorschach raised his hand to block it, but was hit hard and his arm began to tremble from the shock.

A strong enemy, Rorschach thought.

But he encountered many powerful enemies, and he even defeated the great wizard on the magic side.

He didn't rely on his fists, but...

Rorschach grabbed two trash can lids on the side and smashed them on Miaomu's head with a bang. It was like being hit by two gongs, and Miaomu's head was buzzing.

Rorschach is an ordinary person without any superpowers, except for his willpower, endurance, and reaction abilities that are beyond ordinary people.

His strongest point is adaptability. Anything in his hands can become a weapon that can cause death or injury, whether it is hairspray, chili pepper, broken wine bottle, fork, frying pan, or toilet.

In his hands, there are weapons...