There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

Not long ago the Joker brazenly detonated a bomb in a public area - even if it was surprisingly small - but he didn't have such luck escaping Gotham's vigilantes this time.

The unselfish Batman beat him steadily and severely, and conservatively estimated that he broke at least one arm.

Then this frightening big bat, carrying the clown coughing up blood and laughing intermittently, was indifferently sent to the familiar Arkham mental hospital.

Jason laughed until his stomach ached after seeing these materials, not to mention how ridiculous this matter was in his eyes, he really felt that the old bat was unnecessary.

To be honest, Jason didn't see any need for Arkham to exist.

It is a cage for those lunatics, but Arkham can only lock up their bodies, but cannot solve the root cause of the twisted souls of these scum and scum.

Jason thought that if he had the opportunity to deal with those criminals himself, he would definitely kill them and let them know what coercive measures for social stability are - Batman's method is not good, they are as gentle as two Soft arguments and handshakes between two children.

It just so happened that Jason's first step in implementing his plan was to start with Arkham.

The idea of ​​infiltrating Arkham alone was crossed out in the first place.

Jason didn't have anyone he could trust. If he led that mob into Arkham, he probably wouldn't be able to wait for Batman's arrival, and the novice subordinates who had no bottom line would turn on him on the spot.

However, it was this condition of no loyalty at all that made it possible for the plan Jason was considering to be completed.

Only when Arkham really needs to mess up will he have a chance to hijack the Joker.

Jason thought it was ridiculous when he thought about it. He racked his brains so hard to save his murderer from the madhouse.

It was night, the starry sky was twinkling, and the moonlight shrouded Gotham City, adding a bit of hazy coldness to it.

Jason picked out one of his subordinates at random, and he didn't care about the bad intentions in the other's eyes, so he told him to go to Arkham to make preparations first.

No matter how reluctant the other party is, under the eyes of the increasingly dangerous "Red Hood", the little boss still reluctantly leads his men to the designated place.

A small group of people ran across the street at night in such a grandiose manner, but there were no residents around who took the initiative to open the windows to check.

As local citizens who have lived here for many years, they already have their own set of survival rules.And the "never meddle in my own business" is obviously the most important one.

Jason assigned the newly recruited subordinates respectively, and sneaked carefully around the planned route.

During this period, he vaguely heard the sound of the police siren, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Even if the subordinates were caught and wanted to confess and sell the red hood, no one knew where their leader was going.

Among the many scattered gang members, the latest group of people who were recruited were not very concerned about this sudden action.

Their leader is called Old John.Even in the former gang, Old John is a good hand who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and is good at fishing.

Old John had nothing against the Red Hood.At the beginning, he went straight to the base camp, disabled the first leader and the second leader in front of him, and later subdued several elite backbones with lightning speed, and roughly controlled the entire gang within half a month.

An old loach like Old John, who has seen big winds and waves, knew immediately that the new red hood was not easy to provoke.

Since then, Old John has been honest for more than a month. Even if the top reshuffles the cards, he can't get rid of his old fritters.

I thought that Red Hood would recuperate after swallowing a few sites, and after a few months of digestion, Old John was ready to recover the salted fish—who knew that he was so ambitious that he directly confronted Arkham Asylum!

Everyone in Gotham knows that Arkham Asylum, a place full of lunatics, is simply Batman's sanctuary.

The red hood wanted to pry the corner of Arkham just after showing his head. Isn't that just a tough Batman!

The subordinates expressed that they were very moved, but they dared not move at all!

But due to Red Hood's ruthless methods and the beating with Bangzi Tianzao, everyone half-heartedly agreed.

How many of them colluded with others and wanted to pull the Red Hood off the horse, and how many of them were involved in Arkham... These are beyond the reach of outsiders.

In short, Old John didn't take it seriously when he received the task.He thought that the Red Hood wasn't an idiot, and he probably didn't expect much from these subordinates, expecting them to play a role.

So Old John was half at ease, half fearful, and led a group of undisciplined guys to paddle, even if they were killed, they were unwilling to be cannon fodder.

Old John was lighting a cigarette with his back to the wind, when he heard an unusually young voice curiously asking: "It's already this time, do you still want to smoke?"

Hearing this, he sounded like a kid who had never tasted smoke, and Old John wondered that the group of people he brought didn't seem to be such tender little guys, but they spit out a puff of smoke from their mouths.

"Cigarettes are a good thing. To tell you the truth, even if I am caught by Batman, I will smoke a cigarette before going with him."

"Wow, aren't you awesome then?"

As the words dissipated in the air, there was a new smoke ring from Old John.

A hand knife landed firmly on the back of Old John's neck, and the old Jianghu only had time to realize that there was danger behind him, before he fell limply.

I don't know if it was luck or misfortune, but the person Old John bragged about before he passed out was Batman's... assistant, Robin.

Robin—or Tim, he waved away the smoke disapprovingly.

Looking at the group of people lying crookedly under his feet, Tim became suspicious of these gangsters who were not at all vigilant: Didn't they say that someone is going to Arkham Asylum to make trouble tonight?Just rely on them?

That's right, Old John thought they were hiding in a very hidden place, but someone had already revealed the news to Robin.

Robin was also very curious as to who was the person who quietly passed the news to him, but the other party covered up everything tightly, and he couldn't find any clues at all.

A certain new underground king who left clues to Robin in advance is setting up a warehouse at the moment——Jason never thought that he would win in one fell swoop from the beginning. What's wrong with them.

Anyway, it doesn't hurt to die.

Jason had a very poor sense of the vigilantes, but he didn't like his subordinates either.

It was hard to see how many explosives were buried in the crude warehouse. To be on the safe side, Jason covered up the entire abandoned building.

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