American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"what's up?!"

Barbara in the Gotham Police Department, who used to be so relaxed and simple, has now become anxious and restless.

She had just dismantled several firewalls, and the hacker came out and fought with her twice before she defeated him. Just when she was about to get the address of the computer and track him down offline.

The opponent directly rushed her with data stream. The mighty data stream was like a tsunami, smashing down on her head.

The other party had no moral principles at all and didn't give her a chance to surrender. He just smashed it, and the computer started to overload.

The laptop that Barbara bought with her scholarship was already giving off a burning smell before she could even turn off the power.

With a crackling sound, electric sparks flashed, and the computer was overloaded. With a puff, the computer keyboard bulged up and emitted black burnt smoke.

“Oh my god, is this a barbecue?”

The homicide detective, Renee Montoya, walked in with her nose covered. Looking at the burnt laptop and Barbara's face full of regret, she didn't react for a moment as to what was going on.

"What's wrong with you?" Renee Montoya asked.

Barbara looked like she was about to cry, so Renee hurried over and asked, "Who offended our little baby?"

"There's no way there's no place for such a large data stream! It must be a large database to have such a volume."

Barbara said as she thought, and the tears that were about to flow out were held back. Instead, she thought seriously.

Now she was extremely curious about the unknown hacker. Although he had flushed her with data stream, he also exposed his tracks.

"Sister Renee, what are you doing here?" After thinking for a while and determining the direction of the investigation, Barbara remembered that Renee was still there.

"You heartless little rascal, you didn't hear anything I said to comfort you just now!" Renee raised her hand and pinched Barbara's face, pulling and rubbing her skin.

"I'm sorry, Sister Renee..." Barbara said with a pout. Renee smiled, squeezed her again, and then let her go.

Barbara quickly covered her face with her hands, fearing that Renee would come over and pinch her again. Renee leaned against the desk, took out an iron cigarette case, picked up a cigarette and asked:

"By the way, where's Chief Inspector Gordon? I haven't seen him. There was an explosion in the apartment rental house on Sterling Avenue, and I was just about to report it to him."

"He was called away by the Internal Affairs Department and was said to be back this afternoon. I heard that something big happened." Barbara said, rubbing her face.

"It's a big deal, a lot of people died..."

Renee shook her head and didn't continue the topic. She just glanced at the burnt laptop on the desk.

"Aren't you repairing the computer? Why is it broken?"

Upon hearing this, Barbara felt so aggrieved that she almost cried again, but she would never let those people succeed, absolutely!

"Sister Renee, are there any other computers in the police station? I need to connect to the Internet. Someone has tampered with the police station's database!"

"Computer?" Renee frowned and thought for a moment.

The computers in the General Administration are all internal computers and cannot connect to a specific network. Only the computers in the departments can connect.

"There's an unused computer in the evidence office. It was pieced together by the previous evidence manager using spare parts. Go and see if it still works. You can't touch other computers."

"I'll go right away!" Barbara stood up and ran outside. She looked so impetuous, just like Gordon.

Renee shook her head, but without Gordon, how should she deal with the bombing? After thinking for a while, she said, "Let's put it in the file first."

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In the luxurious suite on the seventeenth floor of the Gotham Royal Hotel, lives Miss Talia, the representative of Lars Investment Group.

Lars Investment Group came to Gotham with sincerity to seek partners. More than a dozen corporate groups have already rushed here to extend olive branches representing cooperation.

However, the Lars Group remained unmoved. According to rumors, Gotham's famous enterprise, the Wayne Group, is about to cooperate deeply with the Lars Group to form a powerful alliance.

At the same time, the gossip also said that Master Bruce of the Wayne family will attend Gotham's charity gala with Miss Talia.

However, the current Miss Talia is not as beautiful as rumored by the outside world. She stood up from behind the sofa with a dusty face and looked at the table that was shattered by the explosion.

There was still the smell of gunpowder from the explosion in the room. The sofas around were all riddled with holes from the steel balls blown away by the blast. Some glass ornaments were all shattered, and the whole place was a mess.

A piece of paper fell from the sky and was caught by Talia. There was only one sentence on it: Welcome to Gotham!

"Naegi!"

Talia gritted her teeth and shouted a name. Suddenly, she seemed to sense something and turned around suddenly.

A snake-shaped ring on the finger suddenly popped out, like a slender dart, and shot out directly and landed in a corner above the bookshelf.

"Squeak!" A mouse screamed.

With a thud, the mouse fell off the bookshelf to the ground. After struggling for a few times on the thick camel-hair carpet, it died.

The slender dart was poking at its neck.

This is an ordinary gray rat, a common visitor to the streets and trash cans of Gotham.

But...it's not normal to appear here!

Talia walked over, glanced at the mouse with her sharp eyes, and reached out to take a capsule camera with a thin wire attached from the mouse's neck.

There is no doubt that there is someone behind this camera watching this scene.

With a bang, the camera was crushed by Talia. Her face was as gloomy as if it was going to rain. After the disastrous defeat last night, she had not yet sought a chance to fight back and retaliate.

The opponent took the initiative to attack, controlling the mouse...

other people!

Talia immediately remembered that she was attacked by a bomb, so what about others? She shuddered at the thought.

He quickly ran to the phone and called a member of the Assassin's League using the contact information he remembered.

They sneaked into Gotham in various ways. Some of them came here as tourists, students, reporters, lawyers, drivers, and job seekers.

They are like a drop of water, silently blending into the bottomless black river of Gotham, and no one will discover their true identities.

No one would think that their amiable neighbor next door is a terrorist who is planning to destroy the entire city.

In a shabby cheap hotel on Gotham's Upper East Side, the most frequent guests are pimps and prostitutes who sell their bodies. The thin wooden walls make it impossible to soundproof.

However, compared to the sound insulation, the person lying on the bed was more worried that the two fierce fighters upstairs would shake down the already cracked ceiling.

The phone rang and a man in jeans sat up from the bed. He had a faint smell of blood and a thick bandage around his neck.

His plain appearance made him look a little ordinary, and no one would care if he was thrown into a crowd. However, there was an unconcealable sharpness in his eyes, as creepy as a sharpened cold weapon.

Just as he walked over to answer the phone, someone knocked on the door. The man stopped vigilantly and shouted outside:

"Who?"

"Hello, this is a takeout from a Mexican restaurant. Someone ordered a potato and beef burrito for you. Open the door, I have to deliver the next order in a hurry! Otherwise, I'll throw it at the door for you!"

The delivery man outside had a very bad temper. He shouted directly at the back and shook the door hard.

The man pulled out a short knife from his waist and said in a deep voice: "I didn't order any food. Did you go to the wrong place?"

"You're not in the wrong place. It's a customer named... Talia. I've placed the dish you ordered at the door for you."

There was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs at the door, and the phone on the table was still ringing, it was very noisy.

The man held the dagger in reverse and slowly opened the door. He saw no one there, only a lunch box on the ground.

It was a paper box for cakes, with a rose on it. It looked very strange.

The man bent down and picked up the box. There was indeed a smell of food inside. In the corner above the stairs, a mouse was lying there with the capsule camera on its neck facing the man.

Sitting in the car, Nygma looked at the situation displayed on the laptop screen and pressed the detonation button directly on the remote control in his hand.

"Bye-Bye……"

Before Nygma finished his words, a dull explosion was heard inside the hotel.

Hundreds of steel balls were ejected instantly, and the man holding the box was hit into a sieve by the steel balls and fell to the ground in a bloody mess.