Did Ah Fu retire today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Ah Fu had a sense of "finally coming". They knew from the very beginning that the clown's failed jailbreak last time was not that simple, and everything that happened now just confirmed this point.

It's just that he didn't know whether it was a coincidence or intentional that he specially chose the time tonight when Batman was not in Arkham.

Ah Fu asked: "Go back?"

Bruce nodded.

Ah Fu said quickly: "I have to change my clothes first, give me 2 minutes."

When Bruce got on the roof, he had already put his helmet on, and now he was ready to leave immediately.But Ah Fu can't do it, the only fabric on his body is the thin layer of long nightgown, although it is not impossible to see people, but if he comes to Arkham, once he really needs to fight, he will move a little more, I am afraid that he is going to be gone, so getting dressed has become an indispensable step.

According to the way he came, he returned to the attic from the roof, and then quickly ran downstairs to change into the uniform and white coat specially issued by Doctor Arkham. He ran out of the house before closing the window, and then ran into Bruce who came back to meet him specially.

Sitting in the Batmobile, Ah Fu looked at the time on the display and heaved a sigh of relief: "2 minutes, just right."

"Sit tight."

After Bruce finished speaking, he slammed the Batmobile into motion, and rushed out in the direction of Arkham.

In the dead of night, and there was very little traffic on the road, it took him less than a quarter of an hour to drive from near Gotham College to Arkham, which was nearly twice as fast as half an hour.

The door of Arkham was open, signaling the clown's departure, but the main building of the lunatic asylum, except for a few windows emitting thick smoke and flames, most of the places were not attacked, far less severe than he imagined.

"It's not quite right." Ah Fu frowned. "This is not a big scene for the clown. He specially lured you to Naihe Island. It's impossible to just do this."

Bruce's focus is on something else: "The door is open."

"Huh?" Ah Fu asked suspiciously, "What's the problem?"

"There was no violent breach, the door was opened with a key," Bruce said.

Ah Fu immediately understood Bruce's unfinished words: "Do you doubt Bowers?"

This is indeed very possible. Before they left Arkham, they were already suspicious of Bowers.

His inexplicable hostility to Batman, and his poor eavesdropping skills when meeting with the cafeteria; he is the mayor of District 12, and he has the longest contact with the Joker among all the guards; he even read a lot of crazy fans. Bundles of confession letters to clowns, received their twisted minds.

Bowles may well have been influenced by the Joker, as Harley Quinn has been.

But Bruce said strictly: "It's just a suspicion. When you find Sharp, everything will be clear."

"But where is Sharp?" Ah Fu recalled the few bits of information in that phone call, "I heard explosions at close range, and it is very likely that they are near these explosion points."

The two rushed into Arkham, and small explosions sounded one after another, but none of them were very powerful.

They began to look for the dean's trace, but there were too few clues for reference.Sharp didn't say clearly on the phone, or maybe he didn't know where he was locked up.

Sharp really didn't know.

Long before the clown escaped from prison, his brain suddenly went blank, and he fell into a coma in the office. When he woke up again, he was locked in a ward.

He was sure that this was a ward, because all the wards in Arkham were the same size as this one, with uniform specifications, unless there were people living in the ward, and there were personal belongings of patients or super criminals, otherwise there would be no recognition .

So Sharp had no idea what floor, what area, or which room this was.

He slammed on the door desperately, but got no response except for the crazy words of the mental patients around him.

He knew he was caught, but the strange thing was that his mobile phone was not confiscated, and it was still lying in his pocket.

He immediately called the chief of guards, but unfortunately no one answered.He immediately called other guards and doctors, but without exception, there was no response.

At this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly. The unfamiliar number made him faintly aware of something. He pressed the answer button, and the clown's laughter came from the other end.

"A game, the clown is the prize." He said upside down, "I set up many levels, and Batman can only find his clown if he passes them."

Sharp's cold sweat flowed down: "Where did you lock us up?"

"Hush!" The clown lowered his voice nervously, "This is the first hurdle, and I am not the one who issued the task."

Sharp asked, "Who is that?"

The clown laughed loudly: "It's you!"

"So you left me your phone?"

"Of course." He said mysteriously, "Look, there is a dean, 83 guards, and 15 doctors. Now you are all in the ward! But I can't tell you exactly which one you are in. "

Sharp took a deep breath: "What else did you do?"

Maybe he thought of the game that he could play with Batman soon, the clown was very patient, and carefully explained the rules of the game: "I planted bombs in every room of yours, but don't worry, the dose is not large, the unlucky ones may I was killed by the bombing, but if I'm lucky, I may only lose an arm or a leg, or a little disfigurement, after all, you are just an appetizer and dessert, I will be gentle."

bomb……

Sharp looked around vigilantly. The ward was empty and there was no trace of a bomb, but he didn't dare to bet that all this was a joke by the clown.His legs were a little weak, he barely supported the wall and walked to the bed, sat down on it, and forced himself to calm down.

The clown is still introducing the rules: "Go and call Batman and ask him to save you, but remember, every 5 minutes I will detonate a bomb at random, and I don't know which ward it is, lucky Who is it again, so little Sharp, you have to move faster!"

Five minutes later, Batman wasn't in Arkham, and he definitely couldn't make it in five minutes. Sharp wanted to get some more information from the clown, but suddenly there was an explosion, which shook him so badly that he almost couldn't maintain his balance and fell on the bed.

"What's going on?" he yelled into his phone, losing his usual demeanor.

The clown said of course, "5 minutes is up."

"Impossible." Sharp retorted subconsciously, but he immediately thought of another possibility: "When did you start counting?"

"Of course it's counted from the moment you woke up." The clown prolonged his voice and said maliciously, "The game has already started."

Laughing maniacally into Sharp's ears, leaving him as white as paper, it was the worst.

He didn't know where Arkham's guards, psychiatrists, including him, the dean, were all locked up, and Batman didn't know either.And every 5 minutes, there will be an explosion in a ward, and one of his subordinates, or himself, will be in danger.

Sharpe forced himself to calm down and gave their last hope - Batman called.

Time was running out, and he couldn't go into too much detail, but he also expressed all the information he knew, anxiously waiting for Batman's arrival.

Time passed by minute by minute, and 15 minutes passed in a blink of an eye, but Batman, whom he had placed all his hopes on, had not arrived.

The explosion sounded three times, and Sharp didn't know who the unlucky guy was, but at least he knew that he was safe for the next five minutes.

But only for 5 minutes.

I don't know if it's because he has been in the madhouse for a long time and has seen too many godlike patients, so he also began to believe in the illusory sixth sense.

He felt strongly that he might not be so lucky the next time it exploded.

He paced anxiously around the ward, knocking on the walls and checking the floor, but couldn't find the bomb.Just when he was at a loss and was already thinking about where to squat to reduce the momentum and save his life as much as possible when the explosion happened, he heard the sound of heaven coming from outside the door.

"Dean, are you here?"

Not Batman, but... "Dr. Leander?"

Ah Fu said, "It's me, wait until we open the door."

Sharp thought that the two of them had left together before, and it seemed that there was no problem in acting together now. He heaved a sigh of relief, wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and took advantage of the time of breaking the door to explain in detail some things that were not clearly stated on the phone. again.

Batman stuck the door breaker on the surface of the iron door, set the impact level, pressed the switch, and heard a "bang", and an oval-shaped opening was blasted on the iron door, just enough for one person to enter and exit.

Without saying a word, Sharp immediately ran to the door, bent down and squeezed out from the hole.

For the rest of his life, Sharp was still frowning.

Leaving aside such a big event that happened during his tenure, the possibility of him running for mayor will definitely drop again and again. Let's just say that his colleagues don't know where they are and who has the accident.

Batman rushed into the ward to look for the bomb, and Ah Fu comforted the dean at the door: "We are investigating layer by layer, don't worry, we can find them."

Sharp said sadly: "Even if Batman dismantles this bomb, there are still more than 100 bombs, which cannot be dismantled at all."

After another 2 minutes, Batman came out.

Ah Fu asked: "Removed?"

Batman: "Well. In the middle of the bed. It is indeed the countdown to the next bomb that will explode."

Sharp gasped, he took a deep breath to relax himself, and then looked at the time: "It's too late, the next explosion is less than 7 minutes away."

Ah Fu said: "In time, just like we found you, we will find other people."

He suddenly closed his eyes, mobilized the full mana in his body, strengthened the scope and penetration of his own sound wave, and spread it to the entire Arkham with himself as the center.

Countless sound waves came back with information, and it took him only a few tens of seconds to determine the location of all the wards where the bombs were planted.

"Found it." He opened his eyes and looked at Batman.