American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Ah!" A robber wearing a stocking mask was thrown out of a supermarket. Before his accomplices could avenge him, they were knocked unconscious by a deer's fist.

Um... to be precise, it should be a human wearing a reindeer suit, and he moves very quickly.

Because the driver who was driving the car with the robbers and planning to make free purchases at the night supermarket had already stepped on the accelerator and was about to escape, the reindeer man rushed over and picked up a brick on the ground.

With a clang, the gun hit the car window, and then a punch was thrown, hitting the driver's face hard, causing his face to be twisted, but he also stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

This black modified car started with a slingshot, the tires rolled forward instantly, and the vehicle accelerated forward.

"Where do you want to take the reindeer? Don't you know that Christmas is very busy? You won't have any presents this year!"

Miaomu, with a big white beard on his face, dressed up as Santa Claus and holding an Uzi submachine gun picked up from the ground. He fired at the car that was about to speed away.

The bullet sent sparks flying all the way from the ground, and the two tires at the back of the car were caught by the bullet and exploded directly.

The rubber tire turned a few times like a rag, and the metal outline fell to the ground in an instant, rubbing against the road, creating sparks and a pungent burnt smell.

The car lost its power and crashed to the side of the road. The reindeer man who was holding on to the steering wheel in front of it rolled off the hood and onto the ground, and the bell around his neck swung.

"How's it going, how does it feel to be a masked hero?"

Naegi took the Uzi submachine gun and threw it into the gift bag hanging on his belt. The reindeer man lying on the ground, no, Barry Allen sat up.

The superhero from ten years later looked at the streets of Gotham and laughed: "Great. It would be my mistake to sit back and watch them commit crimes, no matter where I am."

"Okay, superhero. Looks like Batman has a replacement tonight. Want a gun? I picked up two."

Naegi asked as he unfolded his gift bag, which contained weapons that he had just seized from the robbers. The black market weapons these days were simply outrageous.

Miao Mu kind of missed the time when he was a trainee police officer. At that time, the most daring robbers just took a revolver and pulled the trigger like they were setting off a cannon.

It's not like now, it's fully automatic and the bullets are fired out like water. It's really damn annoying.

"No, this is enough for me. Don't look at me like this, I still have some strength." Barry stood up from the ground and raised his two reindeer hoof-like fists.

He didn't lie, Barry Allen's fighting skills were not bad, it's just that he often didn't use them.

Think about it, a guy who can create a tornado by running in a circle, using his fists to hit people, this is not a fighting technique, this is the method of making hand-made beef balls.

"Okay." Naegi took out his cell phone and looked at the red marked area on it. It was the red area marked by Nygma in Gotham's crime zone.

Wherever these crimes are breeding or happening, Batman is likely to appear, although so far they have not seen the big bat spreading its wings at night.

"Then let's go to the next area. Maybe tonight is the only night for unpaid overtime, so let's have fun!" Miaomu threw the phone into his arms and took out a loaded pistol from the gift bag.

"Can you drive? A two-wheeler!"

Naegi looked at the reindeer Barry meaningfully. Barry felt something was wrong and turned to look at the two-wheeled vehicle that was about to be driven... a bicycle!

"Naegi, you know what I hate about you acting on your own! Why can't we drive?"

Barry pedaled the bicycle very hard, and Miaomu sat on the back with his back to him, holding a gift bag in his arms and scrolling through his phone, looking at the news about Playboy Bruce in the Gotham tabloids tonight.

"Turn right ahead. We don't have to stop crime anymore. I found Batman's trail."

"That's not possible! Innocent lives are threatened now. I can't give up. You Gotham police are too careless!"

Barry raised his head and roared, pedaling hard, like a responsible reindeer pulling a cart, running on the aurora of the Arctic.

"Okay, then when we come back, we can go to the hotel where the Gotham Auction is held." Naegi turned around and said.

I looked at a man on the street. The man was following closely behind an office worker with his hands in his pockets. He was shivering a little, but he didn't look like he was cold.

"Don't do anything stupid!" Miaomu grabbed a square box from the gift bag and threw it at the man.

The man was so scared that he turned around and ran away. He was obviously a lost lamb who had just embarked on the road of crime and had not yet made up his mind.

The office worker was also frightened. When he turned around and looked at the knife that fell on the ground, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his body. He turned around and ran away, not daring to stop for a moment.

Miao Mu folded his arms and sat on the back of the bicycle, looking at the place where the two people had just walked past. God knew what the man's secret was, or what his reason was.

Maybe he just wants to bring a gift back home for his daughter or wife at Christmas, or maybe he wants to get himself a bottle of wine or a bag of drugs to have some fun.

But if he really pulled out the knife and stabbed him, even if he had ten thousand reasons and felt sorry for himself, he would never be innocent.

"Actually... you're a good person." Barry said inexplicably.

"There are no good people in Gotham. That's an insult."

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At the auction, as the crowd shouted out bids, one item after another was put on display.

During this period, only Philip Kane spent $500,000 to take a picture of a shield related to Indian civilization.

He promised that the shield would be donated to the Gotham Museum to fill the gap in the Indian civilization exhibition hall.

"Aren't you going to show up at the auction? My dear Mr. Bruce, will you allow me to call you that?"

Selina held Bruce's arm and sat beside him, but she gave Bruce the feeling of a wild kitten, no, more like a beauty.

If he had to describe it, Bruce could only think of a mountain lion he had once encountered, equally handsome and dangerous.

Yes, handsome. Bruce had no doubt that the beauty next to him was probably more courageous than many of the men present.

But the wildness beneath this beauty would probably give those who touch her, disobey manners, and look down on her a bloody face.

Bruce even wanted to get to know this woman surrounded by secrets. Men wrapped in secrets are full of mystery, and women are the same, but Selina doesn't think so.

She's not interested in secrets, she's only interested in the things she likes, like cats and expensive, beautiful jewelry.

"The next item to be auctioned is a treasure that even the mysterious thief in Gotham is salivating over and wants to get into his pocket."

The auctioneer's words attracted the attention of everyone present, except Selina's look.

She didn't expect that her failed action would become a gimmick to raise the price of the diamond, but it was not bad either. Selena smiled and waited quietly for the diamond to appear.