American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Bronze Tiger opened his mouth, bit the crossbow arrow that was shot at him, spit it to the side, turned over and stood up, looking at Helena who was loading the crossbow. Bronze Tiger picked up the crossbow arrow on the ground with his toes and kicked it over.

The crossbow arrow spun and flew through the air with a whistling sound.

Helena instinctively picked up the crossbow to block. With a clang, the crossbow string broke, and a mark was scratched on the fine steel groove of the crossbow. Helena was shocked so much that her palms went numb and she almost dropped the crossbow.

Miaomu got up from the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood. His stomach felt like a blender was installed and it hurt so much!

Tonghu looked at Miaomu, who was like a candle in the wind, and pressed a few acupuncture points on his chest to stop the bleeding wound. He then reached out his hand and removed the bullet from the swollen muscle.

After flicking his finger, Tonghu took the bullet and pointed it towards Miaomu. He no longer had the mood to compete with Miaomu.

"Before you die, can you tell me who wants to kill me?"

Naegi pulled the wine flask out of his pocket and sat down on the ground, looking depressed and resigned to his fate.

"You are the strongest fighter in the world. You can't let me die like this without knowing why, right? Who did I offend? Every wrong has its perpetrator. Even if I go to hell, I have to know who my enemies are... Ugh!"

Miaomu spat out another mouthful of blood, started coughing violently, unscrewed the wine jug, and took a big gulp.

It's better to delay a little time. Tonghu is a man who abides by the rules. I guess... Miaomu thought.

Because when Tonghu was traveling around the world and honing his martial arts, he worked as a killer in the Assassin's League and as a mercenary, but he chose to do it with his bare hands.

Do everything with your own ability.

He is very proud of his martial arts. Although he has been defeated by his junior brothers and sisters, he is still a qualified martial arts fighter.

Tonghu looked at Miaomu vomiting blood and was basically certain that his internal organs had ruptured and he would die on the spot in ten minutes at most.

The finger popped out, and the metal bullet flew out with a whoosh, brushed past the tip of Miaomu's hair, and shot backwards.

"Ah!!!" Helena's screams sounded behind him.

She fell to the ground, holding her shoulder, and the telescopic baton in her hand fell to the ground. She wanted to run...

But there was no way to escape, the bullet went straight through her shoulder. If she hadn't turned her body, the bullet would have penetrated her heart.

Miaomu kept pouring wine into his mouth. In a few seconds, he finished the wine in the jug. Only the clanging sound of gems colliding in the jug was left.

"You are really a man of few words..."

Miaomu put the wine jug back and spat out another mouthful of blood. As if he was having a last burst of energy, he forced himself to stand up tremblingly.

"It's the Assassin's League, right? Are you working for them?"

The eyes behind the jaguar mask turned cold, and Tonghu looked at Miaomu. His mission in Gotham was to clear the obstacles for the Assassin's League, and the first one was this little policeman.

And the Batman who appears at night...

"Now that you know this, then go on your way with peace of mind. This dirty and sinful city will go to hell with you."

“Hahahaha…” Miao Mu covered his eyes with his hands and laughed wildly with his head raised, “I’m just afraid… hell won’t take me back!”

As soon as the voice fell, Miaomu rushed towards Tonghu. The distance between them was only seven meters, which was almost a breath.

Miaomu rushed over. This sudden scene also made Tonghu stunned for a moment. A person who was about to die rushed over as if nothing had happened. Anyone would be stunned.

Tonghu immediately raised his hand to fight back, but he was a step too slow. Miaomu's clenched fist landed heavily on Tonghu's face.

This time, Tonghu did not have time to use hard Qigong to improve his defense. The four consecutive attacks of Iron Monkey Fist forced Tonghu to retreat several steps. Just when he started to counterattack.

Miaomu, with a mouthful of blood in his mouth, sprayed the blood into Tonghu's eyes with a "pu" sound, blocking his vision.

Miaomu immediately became furious. The immortal wine made from the Dionysus gem had just healed his injuries. He raised his leg and kneed Tonghu, hitting the wound on his chest.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Then, Miaomu roared, swung his arms left and right, and tensed his muscles.

A series of bombardments fell heavily on Bronze Tiger.

The wound on Tonghu's chest that was sealed with acupuncture points also broke open under the bombardment of the seedlings, and another flower of blood exploded.

When Miaomu's fist fell again, Tonghu steadied his body and, relying on his intuition, raised his hand and swung, elbowed, kicked sideways, and swung his arms to hit hard, just like hitting a wooden stake.

A series of attacks made Miaomu spit out blood again, especially the heavy blow that made Miaomu dizzy.

We can't fight him to the death, retreat!

Miaomu struggled free, kicked Tonghu, quickly distanced himself from him, and ran for his life.

Helena got up from the ground and tried to help with a long stick, but when she saw Naegi running towards her, she quickly ran away with him.

Tonghu shook off the blood from his eyes and glanced around, but he could no longer see Miaomu and the others. As if to vent his anger, Tonghu punched the street lamp next to him.

He punched a deep fist mark on the metal lamppost and took out a positioning communicator.

Tonghu spoke briefly into the pager.

"The target of the mission has escaped... I will continue to pursue him... I will request intelligence support from the opponent. I need to know where he will go."

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Arkham Asylum, a research room hidden in the basement.

The glass culture tank was filled with light green liquid. The clown's pale body was suspended in it with his eyes closed. Only the smile on his face was frozen at that moment.

Hugo Strange, wearing a white coat, looked at the data on the Joker, took a special liquid and injected it into a tube. The liquid flowed into the Joker's body through the tube.

"Teacher, this is the research material you want."

Jeremiah walked in from outside holding a stack of documents and placed them on the table next to him.

"Jeremiah, do you believe in the legend of resurrection from the dead?"

Strange put his face close to the glass culture tank and looked at the clown inside with a look of doubt and eagerness on his face.

"Um... Teacher, is this a legend?" Jeremiah smiled. He obviously didn't believe in such a thing.

"It doesn't matter. I will figure it out in the future. However, I will not revive this kind of lunatic. It's too disgusting."

Strange turned around and walked over, picked up a document on the table and started flipping through it. It contained a survey on some people of appropriate age.

He has not forgotten the existence of the immortal old man from the League of Assassins, and that he has a favorite disciple living in Gotham City.

If he cannot be defeated, the heir of the Assassin's League will have no chance. His only clue is that the ascetic is not very old, only in his early twenties, less than thirty years old.

But he is a rare genius who has trained for many years under the Demon Chief Lei Xiaogu and has traveled around the world.

A genius with real ability will naturally not be willing to be lonely.

In fact, Strange already has a target, which is the big bat that appeared that night. He is the only one who meets the requirements and has outstanding strength, and can challenge the entire Gotham underworld on his own.

The only question is, who is this guy really?

Strange was flipping through a list, which he had obtained from the Bowers family using Jeremiah's identity.

Contains additional objects of attention for the Court of Owls...

"This is... Bruce... Wayne?" Strange looked at the name above and his eyebrows twitched.

It clearly marked the date when Bruce Wayne disappeared, as well as the places where he had appeared after his disappearance...

In the incubator, the clown's mouth twitched slightly.