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Gotham Police Department, rooftop.

The golden searchlight was shining above the dark clouds, and the bat mark hung high in the deep sky with a hint of dark red.

Commissioner James Gordon stood by the huge searchlight, lighting up an unknown number of cigarettes and puffing out smoke rings.

"I don't think he's coming, Chief."

The speaker was Gordon's old partner, Detective Harvey Bullock. A police detective with a fat figure and a round belly. He wears a round hat and an old coat all year round. He has an unknown amount of beer and donuts in his belly.

"Wait a little longer." Gordon lit another cigarette.

Harvey glanced at him: "I thought you quit smoking."

"Theoretically, yes. So just do the old man a favor and don't tell Barbara."

"Why, now you have to avoid your daughter even if you smoke?"

"Yeah, I'm becoming more and more like a little detective." Gordon lit the cigarette ashes and said with a smile, "She confiscated every cigarette I had hidden at home.

I couldn't stand it any longer last night, so I was going to take out the penis in the gap between the bed boards to satisfy my craving. guess what? All I found was a note that said 'You have to work harder dad'."

"I suspect you are taking this opportunity to brag about your girl's abilities. It's such a sweet trouble." Harvey touched his hat, "The little girl looks like she will be a very powerful police detective."

"This is not a good thing, especially in Gotham." Gordon shook his head. "I have been trying my best to prevent her from contacting the police system. I worked hard just to make her future better. But look at what's happening now We, the people, rely on a lunatic in a costume to sleep peacefully.

And the worst part is, we might have lost the madman now."

He smoked out the last cigarette and reached into his pocket. The cigarette box was empty.

"Okay, turn off the light. It will burn out if you continue like this." Gordon gestured to the searchlight and turned to leave the roof.

Harvey muttered: "I have already told you that Bat Maniac is unreliable. He is just a vigilante on a whim. It will not be surprising at all if he gets tired of playing and quits one day."

Before they finished speaking, both of them felt a chill at the back of their heads, as if a cold wind was blowing by. The next moment they all turned around, and saw that the majestic figure they were familiar with appeared in the shadows at some point, with most of their bodies wrapped in a wide cloak, and walked out slowly.

An imperceptible joy flashed in Gordon's eyes.

"Finally here." He smiled slightly, "You were too late."

"Something's delayed."

Batman, or rather Shen You dressed as Batman, replied.

The classic Batman-style laryngeal cancer voice, the voice changer processing makes him sound low and hoarse, cold and weird.

"Okay, I won't ask you where you went on vacation. I arranged for the best police detectives to investigate the clues you gave us before, and you are right.

Alien weapons, a large number of weapons were transported in from the line you mentioned, and they were all piled up in the warehouse at Gotham Port. There was an exchange of fire between our men and the people unloading the goods at the dock, and Detective Grider was shot by a ray gun. Poor guy, he was supposed to retire next year.

I had to inform his family that there was nothing left to bury even at the funeral. "

"We'll get them, Jim."

Shen You took the document he handed over and looked through it quickly and briefly. Several facilities near Gotham Port are marked.

"Cave, compare facility owner information." Shen You connected with Batcave.

Alfred, the all-powerful old butler, clicked on the Batcomputer and retrieved the database created by Batman.

After all, Gotham basically belongs to the Wayne family. Every building and even almost every brick in this city belongs to the Batcomputer.

"The owner's name is Jack Snake. Under the guise, the Batcomputer traced the financial links to a leather bag company, and the clues pointed to...

Iceberg Casino. "

Um?

It seems unexpected and reasonable.

Penguin, why is it him again?

Now when Shen You heard this name, he actually felt a sense of intimacy.

After Falcone's fall, Penguin said he was the Emperor of Gotham, which was true, but he didn't do much of that. What the emperor did was really a bit frustrating. When Batman was investigating various cases, it was always right to come to the casino and give Penguin's little head a beating as long as he had no clues or clues.

No idea? No clues in the investigation?

It doesn't matter. Why not ask the amazing penguins?

As soon as Shen You raised his head after carefully flipping through the files, he saw the two police detectives looking at him with rather strange eyes.

"has a problem?"

Shen You believes that there should be no flaws in the mimicry. The suit and equipment on his body are all original, the voice is also a classic throat cancer model, so there should be no problem.

"No, it's nothing." Gordon said weirdly, "It's just that I thought you should have left when I turned around just now."

Shen You: "."

Damn, I didn’t think of that.

Batman's classic passive is gone. This skill has a special bonus effect on Commissioner Gordon.

So he had no choice but to pretend as if nothing had happened: "Yeah."

Turning around, under the gaze of the two police detectives, he silently reached into his cloak and took out his grappling gun, preparing to fly away.

Hey, I pulled it backwards, the grappling gun is on the left.

So he changed his hand as if nothing had happened, took out his grappling gun, and shot it to the roof of the building opposite. When the switch was pulled, the rope contracted, and the body seemed to turn into a giant bat and fly into the night.

"."

In summary, it is more convenient to fly by yourself.

Watching Batman leave, the two detectives were silent for a moment.

Gordon murmured: "So this is what it feels like to have a complete conversation."

"By the way, it's not my imagination, is it, Director?" Harvey turned the brim of his hat again, "Why do I feel that the bat seems a little different today?"

Gordon glanced at him, patted Harvey on the shoulder, and said sincerely.

"It's best not to ask questions that shouldn't be asked, Harvey."

Iceberg Casino, somewhere.

"You are a courageous people."

Penguin Cobbler stood at the end of an ice-crystal conference table, smoking a pipe.

There are all kinds of guys in strange clothes at the table. A black suit with a red capsule head, and a black skull like a poison mark painted on the capsule. A guy in a yellow-green uniform but with a sallow face and skin that looked like a malnourished guy. His body was as thin as a skeleton covered in flesh. A simple masked man in a white uniform. Another covered his face with a purple scarf and wore swirly glasses.

"The poison gas man, the speed demon, the bomber, and the hypnotic master." Cobot said, "Look at you, you have all kinds of abilities, all kinds of talents, and different positions, but you have the same purpose.

You face quite a few threats in Gotham, and part of that comes from your pitifully few friends. Of course, more comes from your numerous enemies.

This is why you are here, you need my protection. You need each other's protection. Because needless to say, among those many enemies, we all have a common and biggest threat. "

Penguin took a long drag on his pipe and breathed out the word heavily.

"Batman."

Everyone looked at each other and said nothing.

"But you have my guarantee, unite and stand together, then we will be invincible. And Batman is only one person after all."

Cobot twitched the corners of his mouth and raised them slightly.

"If nothing goes wrong, Batman should come here soon - just like he has come many times. But this time, he will find that I have a surprise for him here.

After today, there will be no Batman in Gotham City! "