Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

The sunshine is very good today. Even for the residents of Arkham, the impact does not seem to be big. After all, the standard small windows with the same style as iron windows can only let you feel a little warm sunshine in winter.

Really just a trace~

It's said to be a lunatic asylum, but in fact Arkham is no different from a prison, but everyone who lives here is a human being and speaks nicely.

There is a saying that goes well, the neighbors and folks here are quite harmonious, and the young and old men are also gregarious. From time to time, a bunch of lunatics would sit in the common room and make jokes or put on a talent show.

For example, our Mr. Zhou Ke'er has been obsessed with magic recently, and often enthusiastically performs little tricks for everyone to make pencils disappear. Although the technique is similar to that of a certain Mr. John Wick who did not want to be named by Chen Yan, it looks quite good. It was bloody, but everyone was happy.

Because unhappy guys have pencils stuck in their eye sockets!

Hee hee hee hee~

Ahem, sorry, I was a little too excited.

The Arkham guards today felt something was wrong because it was too peaceful. Although the Riddler was still asking questions for everyone, the Scarecrow was still playing ghost in a sack, and Two-Face was still throwing his own coins. , Mr. Zhou Keer in the deepest ward also let out a frightening maniacal laugh from time to time.

But it's definitely a bit too peaceful than before.

Are these super villains taking a break today?

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"Mr. J...this is today's Gotham Daily." Outside the deepest ward, a shy female doctor in a white coat was passing a roll of newspaper through the small window, "What else do you have?" Do you need it, Mr. J?"

"Oh~ My dear Dr. Quinzel~ Thank you~ Hehehehehe~" A maniacal laughter came from the door of the ward, but this time the tone was obviously deliberately lowered, not as sharp as usual, "Oh oh , I’m sorry, I’m sorry... I, I can’t control my laughter, I hope it doesn’t scare you... Hee hee hee~ Hee hee hee hee~"

"Perhaps you could prepare some tea for me, I would be very happy~"

"Okay Mr. J, wait for me for a while~"

The female doctor excitedly turned around and went to serve tea to our Zhou Keer.

And in the ward...

Our Mr. Zhou Keer is studying the newspaper in his hand, and from time to time he takes a closer look, showing an evil smile.

But he would still look at the door of the room occasionally. No one knew what he was thinking, they could only hear his subtle murmur to himself.

"Oh...poor Harley...your last name is really unpleasant...this damn lunatic asylum has made you so exhausted that you can't even laugh casually..."

"But Mr. J will make you happy, Harley..."

"After all, you are my favorite attending physician."

"How can there be no Queen beside Joker?" The ugly man's painted mouth opened in an exaggerated arc, "Harley Quinn... is really a good name, isn't it?"

"Ehehehehe!"

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"To be honest, I miss Cobot a little bit."

In the common room, our dear Mr. Edward Nygma was leaning against the window with a sad face. The sunlight only hit his lower body. The black and white hospital gown made him disappear for a time. Maybe he still missed himself very much. The standard color suit and hat are probably similar to Hal Jordan's.

"Why hasn't that guy moved at all these days? Is that smelly bat on vacation? Why don't you go hang out at the Iceberg Bar?"

Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, known as the Penguin in the world, and Edward Nygma once thought that they had a good relationship with him. In fact, they did. The two guys often worked together to tinker with gadgets. Dead Bat Boy, but they all seemed to end in failure. I can only say that it was unexpected that such a pair of crouching dragons and phoenixes would appear at the same time in this small Gotham City...

However, during this time, our Mr. Cobblepot has obviously become much more at ease, and he was not caught by Batboy for committing any crime. It seems that our Mr. Riddler is a little lonely.

"Oh, forget about those two mammals."

Behind him, a very scary-looking man was playing with the coins in his hand. Half of his face was completely disfigured, as if he had suffered severe burns. I even doubted whether the eyeballs on that half of his face had accidentally fallen out of their sockets. ...And the other half's face is obviously much more handsome. Just looking at this face, you might think that he is a gentleman with a strong sense of justice. The strange thing is that the hospital gown this guy is wearing is the same as his face. Two hospital gowns of different colors are sewn together with a seam in the middle, which looks very weird.

Harvey Dent, the former District Attorney of the Gotham Prosecutor's Office, was very upright in the past and used the law to punish many criminals. He was affectionately called "Gotham's Bright Knight" by the citizens of Gotham.

But now, everyone may prefer to call him...

Two-Face.

"Penguins are birds, not mammals, you idiot with a burned brain." Edward said sarcastically, "Won't your men come to save you? Mr. Dent?"

"Oh, look at our poor Harvey, now he can only wear a colorful hospital gown and look at a broken coin..."

"Perhaps you can guess the heads and tails of this time." Harvey threw the coin in his hand high in a sickly manner, quickly caught the coin, covered it tightly, and turned half of his charming face towards Edward. He said softly, "If it's the front...then I'll just pretend that you didn't say anything just now."

"And if it's the other way around..." Harvey turned his head slightly, and the devil-like half of his face faced Edward, with an extremely ferocious expression! "I'll stuff your head into your ass! And then use your ass as an ashtray!!!"

"Hohohohohahahahahahaha..."

The palm was uncovered, what a pity, it turned out to be the front.

Harvey's face turned back, seeming a little distressed: "Well, you're lucky... How about doing it again?"

"Forget it, you idiots have been here for three days, and no one has called for someone to liberate Arkham." Edward pouted helplessly and rejected Harvey's "warm invitation." "I'd better continue thinking about my riddle."

"It's not time yet...Nigma." Harvey put away the coins in his hand leisurely and glanced at Edward, "The Joker gave Batman a hard time before. If he goes out at this time, it will only make the bat suffer for the first time." There is no point in beating us up and then catching us all at once.”

"Then what do you think we should do?" Edward rolled his eyes and asked in confusion.

"Wait." Harvey's ruined half of his face faced Edward, "Wait for a while..."

"Then we go out and let the city of Gotham..."

"Burning!"

"Hohohohohahahahahahahaha!!!"