American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

“I don’t want to go to school…”

Jason was wearing a brand new school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, standing by the car somewhat awkwardly.

Naegi, who was wearing sunglasses and secretly looking at a female teacher with a G-cup breast, kicked Jason in the butt very skillfully after hearing this.

"What are you talking about? Why aren't you going to school? You're a little kid who hasn't even fully grown out yet, and you still want to get involved in society!"

Jason rubbed his butt and said with a frown: "I can learn from Teacher Nygma. Isn't he your brother?"

"He said you are a fool and that you should stay in school for a few years first. He doesn't have the time to teach a fool." Miaogi said with a smile.

"..."

Jason didn't know what to say. He carried his schoolbag as if he was wearing shackles and walked towards the school, looking back every few steps.

"I……"

"By the way, study hard. If you don't study hard, I will ask Jerry to come and punish you. Remember to go home after class!"

After Miao Mu finished speaking, he opened the car door, got into a new police car, and drove away. Jason looked at the police car disappearing on the street, sighed helplessly, and turned to walk towards the school.

"Beep~Beep~" Naegi, who was humming a song, looked relaxed. The police badge and ID hanging in his arms also meant he had been upgraded to the position of sheriff.

Chief Police Officer Loeb is the youngest and fastest-promoted police chief in Gotham's police force. He is very unhappy, but he has not come to the point of breaking up with him. After all, there is really no money to be made in Arkham.

It doesn’t matter if there is one more sheriff or one less sheriff. Even if Arkham District becomes independent, it won’t cause any waves.

Moreover, when Naegi accepted the position of sheriff, he kept an eye on all the leaders of the Gotham Police Department.

Don't think that only prosecutors are caught in the Gotham Canal. If you provoke them, even sheriffs, police commissioners, and police inspectors can be caught.

Compared to Miaomu, this position has made great progress.

Gordon just fell a little short of the position of captain of the serious crime squad, but he didn't care about it. It is said that if you fail in the workplace, you will succeed in love, and it is true.

Gordon, who is now middle-aged, has officially become a boyfriend and girlfriend with Officer Sarah Eisen from the Homicide Squad.

This made Miaomu a little envious, so he honked the horn. The light at the intersection ahead was red, so Miaomu slowly stopped the car, reached out to pick up the milk on the side, put in a straw and took a sip.

The clown died... very cleanly and neatly. Naegi was even worried about the missing world line, or the world changing or something.

However, the world is obviously much more powerful than he thought.

No matter who dies, it cannot prevent the sun from rising from the east tomorrow, and the earth will not stop rotating because of someone's death.

The days go by one by one, just like the weather is getting colder and colder. Miaomu holds the milk and looks at the homeless people holding signs outside, gathering in front of the steaming manhole cover to keep warm.

The green light came on, and those boring things were thrown out of his mind as the tires turned, and Miaomu drove towards the suburbs.

In Gotham, rich people don’t live in the city, but in the scenic suburbs. The big ones are called manors and the small ones are called villas.

The most famous is Wayne Manor, which has been passed down in the Wayne family for six generations and is considered the number one in Gotham.

Miaomu was driving to a country villa to deal with someone, and the car had just turned onto a small road.

They were stopped by burly men in black suits. Only after they contacted them using a pager did they make way.

After a while, the police car drove to the door of the villa. Miaomu got out of the car, took off his glasses, and looked at Falcone who was feeding a group of chicks on a small farm nearby.

Mr. Zas, the killer's part-time bodyguard, was standing nearby wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with his hands in his pockets.

There were also several bodyguards in serious clothes around.

Naegi walked towards the small farm. He didn't want to come here at first, as there was no future in hanging out with a gangster like Falcone. However... having money was another matter.

However, before he could get over there, Naegi was stopped again.

"Please wait a moment." The bodyguard who blocked the way said politely.

Naegi clapped his hands helplessly and turned his head to look at Falcone who was feeding the chicks. He was dressed like a farmer and didn't look like a gangster boss at all.

However, Naegi was not curious, because Falcone came from a humble family, and his mother raised Falcone and his family by raising these chickens and selling broilers.

While waiting for Falcone to finish feeding the chickens, Naegi started yawning out of boredom.

"Congratulations, Mr. Sheriff of Gotham." Falcone took the towel, wiped his hands, and said with a smile.

"You didn't ask me to come here to talk about this, did you?"

"Of course not, please come in."

Falcone threw the towel to the bodyguard and walked into the villa, and the killer Zas followed him.

Miao Mu looked at the police car outside, reached out and pulled the heavy belt, and walked inside.

"What would you like to drink, wine, whiskey, or a little bit of vodka?"

Falconet pointed to the wine cabinet filled with world-famous wines, took himself a glass of refreshing wine and sat on the sofa.

Miao Mu just crossed his arms and said, "I don't drink in the morning."

Falcone nodded, and without beating around the bush, he asked directly, "Did you kill the Joker?"

"He fell from the building by himself. It has something to do with me. I threw him over there." Miao Mu said truthfully.

Falcone rang the bell at hand, and a fat maid came over with a plate with a lid on it and placed it in front of Naegi.

"My words can still be fulfilled. This is the reward that anyone who kills the Joker should get."

Falconet took a sip of wine and said absentmindedly: "I hate people who don't follow the rules, especially those who do things without any interests and just do things based on their own preferences."

Miaomu opened the lid and found a check for 10 million U.S. dollars and a brass key inside.

"What is this?" Naegi pointed to the key.

"It's a small gift. Just because Oswald couldn't do it doesn't mean I can't do it. Just think of it as a gift from me to you."

Falconet smiled mysteriously. He was very optimistic about this young man. He was brave and daring, and most importantly, he did not have that disgusting hypocrisy.

Miao Mu reached out and picked up the copper key. He was basically sure that this was the key to Bar Zero.

"Thank you, Mr. Falcone." Naegi bowed and thanked him.

It would be a waste if he didn't want it. What he lacks now is money and money.

"Are you interested in getting a salary from me? Even though you're the sheriff, Arkham isn't a wealthy place. You're at an age where you can do a lot of things, and you shouldn't be tied down there."

Falcone made no secret of the fact that he wanted to buy off Naegi, and that half of the credit for his current position was due to the friends on his payroll.

He had bribed half of the Romans in the city, so how could he miss out on a promising young police officer?

"Um... no thanks. The salary from the police station is enough for me. Thank you for the reward." Naegi bowed to express his gratitude, then turned and left without any reluctance. His unrestrained attitude stunned Falcone.

Looking at Miaomu's leaving back, the killer Zas raised his head, and a hint of ferocity was revealed on his scarred face.

"Do you want to teach him a lesson?"

Zasu really wants to fight Naegi, but he won't act without Falcone's order.

"It doesn't matter." Falcone waved his hand. "It's enough for him to accept the money. Add his name to the payroll... Put it on the secondary list and pay it to him every month. I'm looking forward to what he will do."

Falcone picked up the glass and drank the refreshing wine in one gulp.

"Have you found the expert I asked you to find?" Falcone turned to look at the fat maid.

"The Assassin's League has accepted the order." The fat maid said with her head down.

Falcone nodded. The unscrupulous big bat did make him feel a little anxious, but this anxiety shouldn't exist.

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In Arkham Asylum.

"Hello, Dr. Strange!" A smiling, promising young man extended his hand to shake hands with Strange.

"I didn't expect that the new doctor would be so young. You look like you haven't even reached adulthood yet." Hugo Strange praised with a big smile on his face.

"Thank you for your compliment. I am already 25 years old this year. Coming to Arkham Asylum has always been my dream. This hospital was built by my grandfather. His hope was to cure those patients suffering from mental illness. I will work hard according to his expectations."

"Let me introduce myself again, my name is Jeremiah Arkham!"

Jeremiah smiled and stretched out his hand to shake Strange's. "Please take good care of me in the future, Dr. Strange!"

"Of course. Do you need any courses?" Strange said generously.

Arkham Asylum has nothing else but an incredibly large number of rare cases, and any one of them can be a professional research topic.

"I, I heard that a crazy... clown appeared in Gotham. I heard that his body was borrowed by you for research."

Jeremiah said a little embarrassedly: "I want to know the specific situation of this clown and why he caused such great damage and caused dozens of deaths."

After hearing this request, Strange was silent for a while, but looking at Yemili's expression, he nodded.

"I'm happy to help you, this way please."