There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

Tim dodged the hidden gun shot by the enemy, but his calf was still scratched with blood by the bullet.

"damn it……"

When Tim subdued the last person, he already had a lot of scars on his body.

He was too careless, Tim thought that this group of people would not make any big moves, it was just a farce like before.As a result, the enemy who had been ambushing on the road he had to pass for a long time taught him a good lesson this time.

After simply bandaging the wound on his calf, Tim didn't hesitate to contact Bruce.

Originally, Tim thought it was another small fight, but the gunshots in his ears told him that these people really wanted to attack Arkham.

I don't know who the mastermind this time is.

Tim is hiding in the building, knowing that he can't completely stop them alone.

Tim also knows that the best solution is to retreat quickly and protect his own safety when the other party's attention has been drawn.It's just that he still wants to observe more on the spot to see if he can collect more information - Bruce will arrive soon, and he will protect himself during this time.

In the magnificent ballroom, the focus of the crowd is still the leader of Gotham's Wayne Group.

Just as usual, he was accompanied by two girls with very different styles but equally beautiful.They were amused by this top rich man with excellent looks and a lot of money.

It's just that Mr. Wayne is obviously busy with business. After reading the text messages on his mobile phone, even though he has beauties as his companions, he still regretfully bid farewell to the two beauties with reluctant faces.

After apologizing to the host of the banquet for his impromptu incident, Bruce left with a smile under the eyes of the crowd, either bluntly or covertly.

It's just that as soon as he got into the car, this playboy known for his sweet smile, his frivolous smile disappeared completely.

Tim's sudden message made Bruce frown slightly, even if the police had rushed over, he couldn't just sit idly by.

He couldn't drive his own car to Arkham, otherwise, as soon as this limited-edition luxury car showed up, it would simply tell people that Bruce Wayne was coming.

Quickly thinking of the fastest route in his mind, Bruce drove away in a luxury car.

***

"Turn right after 17 meters, and you will meet another guard. The two of you are just acquaintances, so there is no need to pester them."

"Just nod your head and don't need to communicate with him...Okay, turn left at the next intersection..."

Jason was unimpeded under the guidance of the voice of the miniature headset.He paused in the corner for a moment, and didn't take another step forward until Tony said he could go out.

Sherlock was also sitting next to Tony, although he had said earlier that he would not watch the scene where Jason foolishly followed Tony's instructions.

But now he still looks at the surveillance footage with Tony honestly, and adds details to Jason from time to time.

It was another corner, and Jason lowered his head and "talked to himself" softly.

"Have you packed up there?"

Samuel squinted and looked at the building not far away: "Almost everything is ready, but I still found a fish that slipped through the net... Don't worry, I'll catch him right away."

The guards of Arkham were caught off guard by this wave of attack, and while resisting, they activated the emergency protection measures set up by the mental hospital.

A series of thick iron gates fell suddenly, and Jason had already seen several guards rushing to different gaps along the way.

It's almost there.

Jason thought silently, he would be able to meet the clown soon-in fact, why didn't he just kill the clown with his own hands when they met?

In Arkham, the clown was sent away with bullets, and his blood would leave traces that could no longer be washed cleanly in the ward, and the always-on surveillance would record this scene.

He could even copy the scene and send it directly to Bruce's private mailbox!

As soon as this thought appeared, Jason stopped.

"Jason?"

Tony called him suspiciously: "Don't stop here, turn left at the next intersection."

Jason continued walking in silence.

No, stop thinking about it - there will be a chance.

The clown is still useful, and his companions are watching over the monitor...

"Tony."

Sherlock suddenly called out to Tony, who was immersed in modifying the monitoring screen: "Enlarge this screen a little more, and I will continue to tell Jason the route."

Although he didn't know what Sherlock had discovered, but now that Jason was in the enemy's stronghold in his eyes, Tony didn't dare to slack off.

Hearing this, he immediately called up the monitoring screen pointed out by Sherlock.

The screen showed an empty room layout, which was a detention room next to their target location.

Locked in the room is a burly man, who is idly raising his head and pointing the middle finger at the surveillance camera—it seems that this is his entertainment when he is bored.

Sherlock and Tony switched positions. He ignored the abuse from the other side's lips and stared at the monitoring page in deep thought.

"Tony, can you call out all the monitoring in half a month?"

"Now?" Tony said in surprise, "Even if I find it, you may not be able to finish watching it—Jason, stay here for 15 seconds."

Sherlock's tone gradually became anxious: "Then enlarge these surveillance videos again."

It was the first time that Sherlock next to him showed such eagerness, and Tony realized something was wrong, so he didn't say much, and called up the corresponding screens one by one according to his words.

Sherlock frowned: "I think they seem to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Samuel's brisk voice came: "Aha, I got you!"

Samuel's channel can also hear what Sherlock said, and he seems to realize that what he just said has disturbed the other party's thoughts: "What's the matter? Are there any problems with you?"

As he said that, he curiously brought up the comatose young man with one arm.

Gotham was weird enough, he said.

A little guy whose skeleton is not yet fully developed can actually work as a messenger of justice in a decent way.

But they had no grievances, and Jason also said that no innocent people would be involved—this little guy should also be an innocent person, right?Samuel thought so, and tied the opponent's hands behind his back.

In the headset, Sherlock said in a low voice: "Jason, I suspect that someone has secretly contacted the clown you mentioned."

Jason narrowed his eyes: "It's not surprising, he does have a crazy female companion."

"No, not outsiders..."

Sherlock's voice speeded up unconsciously, "Several detainees around him are suspect...they have colluded, I know—this group of lunatics must have found a way to bribe the guards!"

Sherlock's heart skipped a beat, he didn't bother to talk about how he came to this conclusion, he just heard him say directly: "They have a common goal, they want to escape from prison—"

"Of course they want to break out of prison..." Tony didn't understand what was going on, what psychopath - and these weren't just psychopaths - wouldn't want to leave the cabin where they were being held?

Sherlock seemed to realize something suddenly, he suddenly raised his voice: "But they planted a bomb!"

Tony's eyes widened: "What—"

"damn it!"

Sherlock cursed, he said urgently: "Jason, you have to leave immediately, we just hit the time they planned to escape—"

He said that something was wrong, those few people...

Sherlock took a deep breath, he ignored such obvious clues!

Hearing what Sherlock said, Tony also became worried.

He quickly switched the screen, and quickly said to Jason: "The original route is invalid, Jason, we can't continue going there, you have to go to the right now..."

But Jason in the surveillance screen didn't move.

He was silent for a while, and then he spoke while his companions were anxiously waiting: "Sherlock, even you can't be sure if they installed a bomb, right? Taking a step back, even if they did, you can't be sure when." Detonate, right?"

Sherlock, who was questioned, gritted his teeth: "Do you still want to move on?"

Jason didn't answer, he urged Tony, showing his choice with practical actions: "Which direction should I go?"

Tony: "..."

Tony didn't want to show Jason the way at all, but if he didn't say anything, Jason would be in danger of revealing his identity.

Now that Arkham is under martial law, the possibility of Jason escaping alone is very low.

Just when Tony was going to lie to Jason with the way back, the other party took the lead in pointing out: "If you lie to me to go back, I won't leave even if I get to the door."

Tony rolled his eyes viciously: "I see!"

It was the first time he was threatened by Jason—it was still such a fresh and refined threat method, Tony endured the humiliation and continued to guide him.

But Tony typed a string of letters on his mobile phone, and he handed it to Sherlock, winking at him.

Sherlock replied on the screen depressedly, and while discussing what to do next, the two guided Jason around the clown's ward.

Since he couldn't be allowed to leave Arkham directly, it would be a good way to stay away from the center of the explosion.

Unfortunately, within a few minutes, Jason realized something was wrong.

Tony: What now?

Sherlock: He wants to let the clown out, and we can't stop him.

Tony: So what if the bomb goes off as soon as Jason passes by? !

Sherlock: What you said is very possible. I can see their expressions are becoming more and more obvious.

Tony: I can see their expectations, damn it!

Tony clenched the mouse tightly, staring at Jason's back, really wishing he could rush in and beat Jason up to wake him up—although he might not be able to hit him.

Sherlock's eyes flashed, and he continued typing on the phone: Actually, there is another way, don't forget that Samuel is here too.

Tony: You mean make a wish?

Sherlock: That's right, it's just that I don't know the price of saving lives.

Tony: I have money, I'll do it.

Sherlock: Are you sure you have enough money?We don't even know how expensive it is to make such a wish, and if you don't have enough money to pay, you have to use negative emotions as collateral.

Tony: I'm sure.

God knows if it will be enough, Tony murmured, and he hoped Dad wouldn't call and curse when he saw his bill.

***

"Robin?"

To avoid revealing his identity, when Bruce takes on the identity of Batman, he always goes by the code name Tim.The usual communicator would send back a reply soon, but this time, there was no response from the communicator.

Batman's heart sank, he stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, the speed of the car suddenly increased to the extreme, the roadside scenery was reduced to a blurry silhouette outside the car window.

The communicator was still silent, not even the sound of fighting came out.

Bruce knew that something must have happened on Tim's side.