American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The Beetle wobbled into the alley, and as soon as it stopped, Miaomu hit the steering wheel.

Something terrible happened to me tonight. This broken car broke down. It was fine when I drove it here before, but now either the door won't open or the engine makes a bubbling noise.

Pushing open the car door, Miao Mu got out and looked at the alley lit by the car lights. It was empty and there was no one in sight...

"You're almost late." Rorschach's voice came from the stairs on the side, and Naegi turned to look.

Rorschach, wearing a windbreaker, a round hat, and an ink mask, walked down the stairs. The brown windbreaker on him made him look like a detective in an old-fashioned movie.

Miao Mu took out a lighter from his arms, lit the thin cigar in the corner of his mouth, and took a deep breath.

"I'm not lucky today, another fight?"

Naegi held the cigarette between his hands and tilted his head as he spoke, blowing a puff of smoke from his mouth that dissipated under the light of the car lights.

"I said, I won't fight with you tonight. If you want to fight... you can come over here." Rorschach turned and walked to the side.

There was a high wall over there, more than three meters high. Rorschach rushed over in two steps, stepped on the wall with a boost and jumped up. Standing on the top of the wall, Rorschach turned his head and glanced at Naegi.

Miao Mu threw the cigarette in his mouth to the ground, took out a pistol from his waist, it was the Glock 17 modified, walked to the car, threw it to Jason through the window, and touched his head.

"Go to bed early."

After saying that, Naegi turned around and rushed to the wall, imitating Rorschach, stepping one foot on the wall and jumping upwards with the power, but he was not as flexible and agile as Rorschach.

However, Naegi's arms were very strong. He simply grabbed the top of the wall and pulled himself up like a horizontal bar.

Rorschach stood by and said nothing. He just jumped again and landed on the building opposite the wall. He reached out and grabbed the balcony on the second floor and gradually climbed up.

As agile as a monkey, he climbed to the roof in the blink of an eye. Miaomu didn't wait, he lowered his body, tensed his leg muscles and jumped hard.

This time he grabbed the balcony and climbed up layer by layer.

"Don't rely too much on external things, otherwise, you will fall far short." Rorschach, standing on the rooftop, said to Naegi who had just climbed up.

"I know, that's why I want to change!" Miaomu didn't argue, but took off his coat and tied it around his waist.

"Follow me!" Rorschach ran to the other side of the building.

I jumped to the edge of the building and saw a wide street below and a taller building opposite, three floors higher than this one.

If it were any other time, Rorschach would have taken out his grappling gun and flown, but tonight he didn't want to use that. Instead, he put his feet on the wall, and the powerful explosive force seemed to reverse the gravity.

He was asked to run two steps straight up the wall, and then jump onto the rooftop with a leap. This situation put a great strain on the body.

But... Rorschach turned his head to look at Naegi who was standing on the opposite building, and the ink mask on his face changed. He wanted to see how this senior detective of Gotham crawled out of the slums.

Do those who are called heroes in the police force and who are not afraid of life and death in order to catch criminals have the courage and ability to do so?

At noon, Rorschach learned about the existence of all the records from his friends about the information about Naegi.

Every superhero has his own source of information. Although Rorschach is alone, his old friends who have retired from the military are still happy to provide him with intelligence and information support.

Miaomu jumped over without any hesitation, and did not care that this was a six-story rooftop. He just jumped forward.

However, due to Naegi's explosive power and speed, he was unable to hit the wall with his feet and jump again, and his body fell down like a stone sinking in water.

But... Miaomu also had his own way. He clenched his fist and punched the glass into pieces. Grabbing the broken glass, Miaomu jumped up and stretched out his hand to punch it again.

The thick glass was shattered like a biscuit by the fist with strong wind.

On the third floor, Naegi threw three punches, completed the final leap, and finally grabbed the edge of the roof with his bloody fingers.

Rorschach stood nearby, looking at Naegi gritting his teeth, and used both hands to pull himself up little by little.

His hands were cut by the glass and bleeding. Miaomu tore open his shirt with his teeth and wrapped it around his hands like a bandage.

As if it was not his own flesh and could not feel the pain, Miaomu did not even frown and remained silent.

Compared with the physical pain, his strong character of not admitting defeat made it even more difficult for him to endure today's frustration.

Moreover, Naegi looked up at Rorschach. This silent guy seemed to want to teach him something...

Although he didn't know what Rorschach was thinking, Naegi didn't want to miss any opportunity to become stronger.

Rorschach waited for Naegi to wrap his hands before he ran forward again, jumping again, but this time, Rorschach jumped from the upper floor, using his body to slow down, and fell onto the string of residential apartments below.

Miao Mu followed closely behind, the two of them running one in front and one behind, gradually increasing their speed, running wildly on the rooftops, streets, alleys, and stairs.

Rorschach no longer cared about Naegi and instead put all his strength into running, jumping, and using his body to perform difficult moves that even gymnasts couldn't do.

Naegi was like a cheetah, chasing closely behind. From the clumsy pursuit at the beginning, he finally caught up with Rorschach, only five steps away.

After all, there is a word "monkey" in Iron Monkey Fist, and monkey represents flexibility and agility, and it can climb trees and jump on cliffs, which are moves that Miaomu didn't care about in the past.

In this chase, all of them were used, just like a rusty machine that has been lubricated, the speed of action has more than doubled.

The energy that originally only grew from the fists, the strength and wind that came from waving them, now flow to every part of the body, and every step brought about strong wind and explosive power.

It was as if there was dynamite under his feet that suddenly exploded, pushing Miaomu's body forward.

"Here we are."

Rorschach, who had been running in front, stopped on the rooftop of a building and looked at the building below and the two vans in the parking lot.

"Hu...Hu..." Miaomu stopped, steadied his body, and adjusted his breathing, although he was extremely exhausted from running all the way.

But he did not feel tired at all, and he did not even sweat much. When he clenched his fist, he could feel the surging power in his body, as endless as a broad river.

"Who's down there?" Miaomu rubbed his numb and itchy hands. The wounds seemed to be stimulated and began to recover.

"Mr. Big Guy, a damn human trafficker, it seems the Los Angeles police didn't catch him."

Rorschach raised his hand, adjusted the white gloves on his hand, and the ink mask on his face changed.

Several strong thugs came out of the building. They were wearing white T-shirts with the word "极" sprayed on the front. They were members of a gang roaming around the city.

A bunch of hooligans, trash, and guys who enjoy committing crimes.

Just as they were carrying the "goods" of the transaction out of the building and walking towards the van, Rorschach jumped down.

With the impact of jumping from the building, Rorschach hit a gangster with his knee and knocked him flying.

This sudden incident startled the gang thugs, but when they saw the people who attacked them, the fear and dread on their faces became even more intense.

Rorschach! A legend on the streets of Los Angeles.

"kill him!"

A bald gangster shouted at the top of his lungs, a voice that was in stark contrast to his fat and stocky physique.

The other gang members also reacted and reached for their guns and knives, but Rorschach was faster and punched the nearest person.

Before the man could take out his gun, Rorschach punched him in the neck. The man's neck was completely tilted, as if his cervical vertebrae were dislocated. He fell to the ground with his head tilted, screaming.

The man next to him pulled out a pistol, but Rorschach grabbed his fingers, pulled the pistol and his wrist and twisted it in a circle, breaking the joint.

At the same time Rorschach kicked him in the side of the hip, knocking him down, Rorschach dodged the dagger that was stabbing from behind by moving sideways, smashed his balls with a side kick, and snatched the dagger from the man's hand.

He stabbed the knife in his neck, and when it was pulled out, blood spurted out of the wound. The artery ruptured and the bleeding did not stop.

The bald gangster also drew his pistol.

But in just a few seconds, Rorschach had already knocked down three people. Those three people were completely useless...

The clean and neat violence, as easy as strangling a chick, immediately frightened these thugs who were good at using violence.

Just as the bald thug was aiming at Rorschach, Naegi, who came down from the roof, kicked him with such force that he flew straight into the van.

Before Miaomu could launch his second move, a spinning dagger flew over and stabbed directly into the bald gangster's forehead.

Naegi turned his head and looked over, and Rorschach had already started to deal with the last thug, punching him in the right ribs and hitting his liver hard.

Rorschach quickly threw another punch, and the gangster immediately fell to the ground with thick blood gushing out of his mouth.

"You're too slow." Rorschach turned around and said.

Naegi reached out and pulled out the M500 revolver from his waist, and without saying anything, he walked straight into the building.