American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Drop those damn donuts in your hands! Try some real Chinese food. If you keep eating that, you'll all turn into Sheriff Bullock. You won't even be able to run, let alone catch criminals!"

Early in the morning, Miaomu bought a bunch of breakfast from Chinatown and shared it in the Gotham Police Department's Major Crimes Unit office.

"Oh my God, Miaomu, you are so considerate." A female police officer who worked overtime late at night was about to cry when she saw Miaomu handing her the hot buns.

The work schedule of the major crime unit meant that the only time they had to eat was donuts from the 24-hour store.

There were also two coffee machines that Chief Inspector Gordon bought at his own expense! The other one was prepared for them by Chief Inspector Loeb.

"Mumu, I love you. If I were a woman, I would marry you." A middle-aged detective stuffed a bun into his mouth and drank a cup of soy milk.

Although Chinese food is not quite to their taste, it is much better than eating greasy donuts.

"Get lost!" Miaomu cursed with a smile, and distributed breakfast to each member of the night shift.

The serious crime squad works in two shifts. Gordon is the boss of Group One and also serves as the captain of the serious crime squad. Bullock is in charge of Group Two.

Although this group of tired and exhausted people looked quite miserable, they were all invited by Gordon himself. They were honest, reliable and capable of working.

The most amazing thing is that the average level of these people is detective. They are the backbone of the police force and are also the sharp knife that Gordon has prepared to fight against the corruption in Gotham.

"Any idea?" Miaomu pushed open the door of the captain's office. The room was filled with thick smoke, just like a fire.

Fortunately, the Gotham Police Department building is relatively old and has no smoke sensors. Miaomu walked over and opened the window. It was sunny outside, a rare good day, so he threw the breakfast bag on the desk.

Gordon got up from the table and put on his glasses. "What time is it? I have to go out again. Have you got the records from the Investigation Department?"

"Brother, you must be too busy. Sheriff Bullock has started to hand over his shift. I see that the brothers who went out to watch the people are back. You should go back and have a rest too."

Miaomu took the two trace reports on the table and looked at them, as well as the detection of the playing card and the footprint outline detection.

"No time! We have to find this clown before Falcone. How did they get the ransom? Is there anyone following us?" Gordon asked, wiping his eyes.

"The ransom has already been prepared. Falcone took the proper route, withdrawing the cash from the bank. Sheriff Bullock is watching. The time of delivery is still unclear."

After reading several reports, Naegi started to look through other materials. The intelligence information on Gordon's side was extremely large, almost summarizing all the information of the Gotham Police Department.

There are many that cannot be uploaded to the computer in time.

"By the way, what day is today?!" Gordon suddenly remembered something and was awakened from his drowsiness.

"Thursday is a nasty day. Do you have a date?" Naegi asked with a smile.

"My daughter is coming back today. Fuck, I..." Gordon looked anxious and raised his hand to scratch his hair.

"Your daughter? Barbara?" Miao Mu asked after thinking for a moment.

Barbara Gordon, the famous cyber hacker "Oracle" and the crime-fighting Batgirl.

Now should be... I'm about to graduate from college, right?

"I knew it, I forgot. Damn, what time is it now?" Gordon asked with a glimmer of hope.

Miao Mu glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "It's ten o'clock in the afternoon."

Gordon raised his head in despair and said, "I...I'll make a call first." He quickly picked up the phone beside him and dialed.

"Captain!" A detective pushed open the door and ran in, shouting loudly: "We found the clown!"

When Gordon heard this, he quickly stood up and was about to direct the action, but was pushed down on the chair by Naegi.

"Just talk to your daughter and I'll help you get the police."

Naegi took off his jacket, revealing a thick police bulletproof vest with the GCPD logo on the chest.

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3rd Avenue, downtown Gotham.

A black commercial vehicle was driving crookedly on the road, and suddenly the door was pushed open.

The driver was thrown down and his head hit the ground first, breaking his neck and falling to one side.

A person wearing a princess mask and with loose golden hair reached out to close the car door, took off the mask, and threw it out along with the wig.

His face was reflected in the rearview mirror, with pale skin, red lips, and dark green hair. It was the clown who had just robbed the ransom car.

"Hoho, we have company, right?"

The Joker looked at the approaching police car in the rearview mirror, patted the money bag beside him with a smile, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

The black business car roared and increased its speed to the maximum, chasing closely behind the police car.

Brock held the steering wheel with one hand and the pager with the other, requesting support from the surrounding police stations to surround the Joker.

"Oh, look what this is."

The Joker looked at the police car that was flanking him from the front, turned the steering wheel, and rammed it without hesitation.

The police car was knocked askew and the tires of the black commercial vehicle were also caused to slip. The clown laughed crazily and turned the steering wheel, driving to the other side of the road.

The surrounding police cars also gathered together and, like a pack of hunting wolves, closely chased the black business car.

"Let's see if there are any surprises."

The Joker took out a simple infinite detonator with a few buttons on it and pressed them casually.

The manhole cover was blown up and a police car happened to drive past it. The bottom of the car was blown away by the impact of the explosion, as if it was hit by a cannonball.

It flipped twice in the air and fell heavily to the side of the road.

The police car exploded before the policemen in it could escape. The violent explosion shattered all the surrounding glass.

Several pedestrians on the road were also affected, and one of them was blown into a bloody mess by the shattered glass.

“Hahahahahahaha.”

Seeing the explosion behind, the clown was as happy as if he had taken stimulants. He stomped his foot hard again and pressed the button in his hand.

There was a loud explosion, like a thunderclap.

A truck parked on the side of the road was lifted up by the impact of the explosion and torn into two pieces like a toy, falling heavily on the road.

Several cars on the road that had no time to dodge were hit by the wreckage of the truck and exploded with a loud bang. Flames shot up into the sky, and the scene looked like it had been bombarded by heavy artillery.

"asshole!"

The police car behind it braked quickly and barely avoided crashing into the car.

The burning fire, accompanied by the rising black smoke, made everyone present wonder if they had not woken up yet.

This doomsday-like scene... was it really done by a human?

The burnt smell in the air, the burning car wreckage, and the billowing black smoke immediately made some police officers think of some bad situations.

"Hurry up and save people! Contact the fire department!" Brock got out of the car, looked at the scene on the street, and quickly gave orders loudly.

"Damn..." Miaomu, who drove to the support, broke out in cold sweat on his forehead as he listened to the situation coming from the pager.

In the short time of the encounter, three policemen were killed and 3 innocent people were affected. The losses caused by the street explosion were even greater.

This is really crazy...

The corner of Miaomu's mouth twitched. He took the pager and began to make arrangements, asking people to prepare to block the road and not to chase after them.

The reason why the Joker is crazy and more terrifying than other criminals is that he does not need any consideration or cost.

Other criminals may do it for money, for fame, or for other things, but the Joker is different, he just does it for fun.

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In the Batcave, Bruce Wayne, who was doing basic exercises with dumbbells, was awakened by the alarm of the Batcomputer.

An urgent red alert popped up on the computer screen. Bruce quickly dropped the dumbbells, walked over and clicked on the alert.

A video popped up, showing a fire truck putting out the flames and the injured being carried into an ambulance with screams.

Inside the charred remains of the car frame, a carbonized body was pulled out of the car incompletely.

The video screen rewinds and the black business car appears. The screen zooms in again and again, with the clarity refreshed.

In the driver's seat was a clown face laughing crazily.

Bruce raised his hand and touched the screen, looking into the Joker's eyes, which were filled with excitement and madness.

Bruce walked to the place where his equipment was stored and began to put on his equipment. He came down from the elevator and Alfred, who had brought him breakfast, came over.

"It looks like someone is going to be busy again."

Alfred put down his plate and stood by, watching Bruce Wayne put on his armor and universal belt.

"I'll be back for breakfast."

The voice changer made Bruce's voice hoarse, he casually applied some black eyeshadow on his eyes and put on a mask.

Batman clicked twice on the microcomputer on his arm, and the engine of the Batmobile started up like a beast awakening.

Watching the Batmobile leave, Alfred looked at the letter on the plate, an invitation to the Zatara Circus.

"There have been so many things happening lately."

Alfred shook his head and turned to control the Batcomputer to provide assistance to Batman, but an email from Wayne Group made Alfred put on reading glasses.

When I clicked on the message in the email, it turned out to be an email sent by Wayne Group's ocean-going transport ship to Earl William, president of Wayne Group.

The message was brief: the H container bound for Afghanistan had been hijacked.

Apparently this was another case of theft, but Alfred didn't care. He closed his mailbox and continued checking his computer.

Although it is not a good idea to check other people's emails without their knowledge, it is fine as long as the other party does not know about it.

Looking at the signal of the Batmobile driving on the map of Gotham City, Alfred still had time to check the stock market price of Wayne Group.