American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The sound of gunfire echoed around. Helena was like an agile wild cat. She hid behind the obstacles around her, skillfully loaded the crossbow, and inserted the crossbow arrow forged from fine steel.

But... this is a seaside road, there is not much place to hide.

Naegi caught up in a few steps, and replaced the Glock 17 in his right hand with an M500 revolver. He aimed at the quickly dodging figure in front and pulled the trigger directly.

He had no intention of showing mercy. Who knew who would come from who wanted to kill him.

Bang, bang, two gunshots were heard. The recoil of the M500 revolver was almost non-existent in Naegi's hand, and even the muzzle jump was minimal.

Helena's hair stood on end, and she quickly threw herself forward to the ground, falling flat on her face, looking very embarrassed.

But if she hadn't fallen, she would have been hit by at least a fist-sized wound from the .500 Magnum bullet.

Damn, is this guy crazy? Helena roared in her heart.

This Miaomu doesn't look like a policeman at all, but more like a "scavenger" professional killer from a mafia family, who is too decisive in his actions.

Helena rolled to her feet, raised the crossbow in her hand, and aimed at the place where Miaomu had just stood, but found that the road was empty and there was no one in sight.

"Don't move, or your head will be no different from a broken watermelon. You can expect your brains to be white."

The slightly hot gun barrel hit Helena's head from behind, and the unquestionable voice made Helena a little breathless.

She threw the crossbow to the ground. Helena hugged her arms and turned her head slightly. The gun barrel behind her head prevented her from moving too much.

"Are you going to shoot me, or take me to the police station?"

"you guess!"

Naegi, holding a pistol, also acted as a riddler and enjoyed the feeling of making the other person uncomfortable.

Guess you are a big-headed ghost!

Although she really wanted to shout this out, Helena could feel the murderous intent from Naegi, and if she made any other moves, that guy would definitely shoot.

Helena didn't want to gamble. How could a murderous guy behave in a gentlemanly manner?

In case ladies come first...

"Come, lie on the ground, put your hands where I can see them, and slowly take out the things on you one by one. Otherwise, I don't mind letting Miss Helena's beauty disappear."

Naegi tilted his head and said, pulling out a tactical flashlight from his pocket, shining it on the black asphalt road, and asked Helena to lie down.

Helena gritted her teeth, slowly reached under the cloak at her back, and took out a telescopic baton.

It is made of metal and although it looks only the size of a short stick, if you turn the outline on it, a section will pop out at each end and turn it into a long stick. It is a very unexpected weapon.

"Don't be silly, I don't like jokes."

Naegi warned coldly, controlling Helena, he basically knew who this chick was.

After all, in Gotham, where hot weapons are everywhere, there are really not many people who use bows and crossbows as weapons.

Huntress, the lawless chaos among Gotham vigilantes, kills street criminals as cruelly as a hunter. She is also the only daughter of the Bertinelli family of the mafia.

But from what we see now, it seems that this female hunter has not yet started her hunting journey, and there are no criminals nailed to the wall by crossbow arrows.

You know, even Batman couldn't stand the hunting actions of the female hunter. He was more like Batman who gave those first-time street criminals a physical lesson and a beating.

The huntress had only one choice: kill! Just like shooting a rabbit, she could just nail the person to the wall and shoot him to death with a crossbow.

To use a popular term, that means being blackened three times stronger.

Helena, extremely reluctant, threw the telescopic baton on the ground, as well as an Italian Mafia execution rope, a backpack filled with steel crossbow arrows, and a curved hunting knife.

"Okay, I don't need to take off all my clothes to show you, do I?" Helena said in an angry voice.

"Um...if you don't mind, I'd still be happy to watch." Naegi put away the pistol and said with a smile.

Helena's face immediately turned red. She felt the gun barrel behind her head being taken away and immediately kicked back, "Rogue!!!"

Miaomu was well prepared, and when Helena kicked him, he jumped back and just avoided the kick.

"Tsk tsk tsk, is this the legendary splits?" Miaomu, rubbing his chin with his fingers, half-squatted on the ground and commented in a nasty way.

"I heard that there are strippers in the Casino de Rome who can do the splits. I wonder if they have such great figures. I really want to go and see them."

"You!" Helena almost suffocated. She turned around suddenly, jumped up, and a metal blade popped out from the back of her flat boots, kicking towards her like a high heel.

Naegi dodged calmly by leaning to the side. Helena's kick was still very fierce. If it was Naegi a few months ago, he would definitely be beaten. But after going through so much...

This kick was just like that. Although it looked fierce, the movement was obviously clumsy. Miaomu stretched out his arms to clamp Helena's long legs, and raised his other hand forward.

As soon as Helena's chin was lifted, the sound of waves hitting the rocks was heard, and this moment was actually a little bit romantic.

"Since you're pretty, I'll give you a favor today and pretend I didn't see you. Otherwise, you'll have to go to the police station for two days."

Miao Mu loosened his hand and pushed the leg tucked under his arm forward. Helena took two steps back. The metal blade on her foot stepped on the ground, making her a little uncomfortable and she almost fell.

Looking at Naegi, Helena's eyes were a little complicated. Suddenly, she couldn't understand this guy, although she didn't understand him at first.

But...at least I'm...free?

Bending down and reaching out, Helena retracted the metal blade on her combat boots without noticing Naegi's cunning smile.

Let you go? Do you really think I'm a good person?

Naegi rushed forward and kicked Helena diagonally on the leg, causing her to lose balance and fall to the ground.

Sitting on Helena's back, suppressing her movements, Naegi moved his palms.

"What do you want to do?!" Helena, feeling something was wrong, screamed and struggled to get up.

"What are you doing? You dare to shoot me with a crossbow! Do you know that you are attacking a police officer? Woman! You are playing with fire!"

Miao Mu raised his hand and slapped Helena's elastic buttocks with a snapping sound, without any let-up at all.

"Ah!!!" Helena screamed, angry and annoyed.

However, the soft elasticity still made Miaomu feel a little excited. But when he thought about being shot with a crossbow like a rabbit in the middle of the night, his mood suddenly became bad.

After slapping him six or seven times, Miaomu stood up, rubbing his numb hands.

"Do you still dare?" Miao Mu turned around and asked.

Helena's tears came out. She got up from the ground and glared at Miaomu fiercely, wishing she could bite a piece of flesh off him.

The burning pain came from her buttocks, and Helena turned around and ran away in grievance. Miaomu thought that this woman couldn't bear the blow and was going to run back and cry while hugging her pillow.

However, Helena is a native of Gotham City. Although she has spent many years in Italy, she still cannot hide her simple bloodline and good nature of Gotham City.

So Helena's way of venting her grievances was to... grab the crossbow on the ground, turn around and shout: "I'm going to kill you!"

Whoosh...!

The crossbow arrow came flying through the air, and Miaomu was a little numb. He turned around and ran away, wanting to make a few jokes.

With a thud, Miaomu hit the electric pole.

No, it's not a telephone pole, it's a person.

It was a tall and strong man, stronger than a telephone pole, with a jaguar mask on his head.

He glanced at Miaomu, reached out his hand, pinched the crossbow arrow that was shooting straight at him with two fingers, and snapped it.

The crossbow arrow made of fine steel was broken into two pieces by his two fingers like scissors and pliers, and fell to the ground.