American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Allen Simmons woke up. Sleep was still useful to him, but it couldn't relieve his tired heart.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?"

Sitting on a chair made of tires, Miaomu greeted him with a cup of high-concentration instant coffee.

Simmons quickly sat up and found that he was lying in a coffin. The surrounding environment looked like a warehouse. There was a police car parked next to him. The wheels were covered with mud and looked very dirty.

"This is a warehouse I have at Dixon Wharf. I use it to store some cheap food. Do you want some carrots? They were just delivered from the market today. They are very fresh."

Miaomu pointed to the plate on the table, which contained a few washed carrots, which were much fresher than those in the supermarket.

"Who are you?" Simmons raised his hand and touched his face, staring at Miaomu with his green eyes like will-o'-the-wisp.

Except for those drunk homeless people, other people would stay away from his appearance, as if they were afraid that he was contaminated by some dirt, although there was nothing wrong with that.

"Miaomu, the sheriff of the Arkham district, your police number is here, you can confirm it." Miaomu threw the police badge in his pocket onto the coffin lid next to him, and Simmons glanced at it.

As a killer who once did dirty work for the CIA, Simmons knew some skills in document recognition, but it was of no use to him now.

With a whoosh, the rolling door of the warehouse was pulled open.

Oswald, wearing a Tang suit and holding an umbrella, walked in with a comfortable look on his face, his face rosy and his hair a little wet.

"Naegi, you really should take a shower. I've never felt so relaxed taking a shower. It's so comfortable!"

Oswald sat down with a smile. He went to Chinatown not far from Dixon Wharf to have a bath, scrub, sauna and massage. After this treatment, he felt so comfortable that his whole body was trembling.

"You may not know, but I feel like this is the first time since I was born that I've been so clean. I should go to church for worship. Now even God is moved by my sincerity."

"You used my card to wash it, give it back to me!"

Naegi held out his hand to ask for it. Oswald pulled out the VIP card from his pocket and smacked his lips. "I should get one too. It's much better than listening to the teachings of those priests."

Watching the two chatting, Simmons' eyes flickered. In the state of soul vision, he saw the hell mark on Miaomu's wrist, which was a little familiar...

"Dude, why don't you introduce yourself? We almost buried you, and this coffin is not cheap."

Miaomu took back the VIP card. Although he had the card, he had never washed it because he was too busy to have time to wash it.

"Hellraiser." Simmons hesitated. He originally wanted to use the name Al Simmons, but he was dead, and he didn't want others to know his former identity.

"Nice name. Malebolgia is your boss, right?"

Naegi took out a cigarette box, poured out a cigarette and asked, then threw the box to Oswald and took out a lighter to light the cigarette.

"..."

Simmons was silent. The name of the devil from hell...

He suddenly thought of the Hell Mark on Naegi's wrist, and then remembered Malebolgia's order when he appeared: someone would come looking for him in Gotham.

After taking another look at Naegi, Simmons was almost certain that the guy in front of him was the one sent by Malebolgia to pick him up.

Of course, Naemu knew nothing about this, because the real contact, Kondinstein, had successfully escaped from his debt.

Miaomu just wanted to build some relationships. After all, he was one of the local bosses in Gotham. If he could make friends with these superheroes and anti-heroes... he must make friends with them.

There is a saying that goes: Make friends with heroes all over the world.

Although Miaomu doesn't want to be a hero, he also doesn't want to be a villain who is beaten up by heroes. They are all friends, so there should be no fighting.

"Did you receive the mission Malebolgia gave you?"

Simmons climbed out of the coffin, closed the lid, and sat on it. Since he was one of them, it would be easy to deal with him.

"Mission? No." Naegi shook his head honestly.

"That's it. We need to find this weapon, the Spear of Destiny, the Lance of Longinus."

Simmons took out a parchment scroll from his arms and handed it to Naegi. Oswald next to him raised his eyebrows.

The two men didn't treat him as an outsider, but they didn't treat him as a human being either. They didn't avoid talking to him at all. However, Oswald lowered his head slightly and looked quietly at Naegi.

This good brother of mine who came out of the slums is more than just a sheriff.

Miao Mu looked at the parchment scroll and the pattern of the Spear of Longinus on it, and compared it with the clown's memory in his mind.

The results were exactly the same, which made Naegi a little curious. Did the clown really not cheat him, or did he have other plans?

Miaomu then threw the matter away. He didn't consider the problem of the clown. The biggest characteristic of that guy was that he would give you a big slap in the face when you thought you were safe.

"Where can I find it? Looking for something like this in Gotham is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"That's the problem. I don't know where this thing is. But, there are still people who want to find it. As long as someone holds this weapon, everyone will know where it is."

Miao Mu glanced at the parchment again and nodded, "If you don't mind, I'll leave first. I have an appointment with someone else."

After putting the parchment roll into his pocket, Miao Mu stood up and said, "No one usually comes here. If you want to stay, you can stay here. I will investigate through my channels."

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The pier lighthouse stands alone on the shore under the night sky, and the lights on it flicker.

The damage from the daytime fighting had not yet been repaired, and the maintenance personnel who came over had only restored the light of the lighthouse to guide the ships.

Faust, dressed in a black robe and a metal mask on his face, strolled along the pier, holding a stone in his hand.

"There's a smell of hellish magic here, which is a bit weird." Faust stopped where Spawn had stayed and looked around.

He patiently felt the fluctuations of magical power around him. He was very familiar with hell magic. After all, he had made a deal with the devil. Hell magic was extremely destructive and destructive.

However, what is different here is that there is a strong breath of life, which is very strange and arouses Faust's curiosity.

buzzing...

The sound of an engine came from a distance and gradually approached.

Faust looked up at the dark sky, raised his hand and set up a concealing illusion to eliminate his own breath.

A black chariot drove over, and its thick armor made it look like a tank.

The two huge tires in front of the chariot rushed over unhindered. After seeing the chariot, Faust used magic again to make himself invisible.

The roof popped open and Batman jumped out of the car. After taking two steps forward, he looked around vigilantly.

His keen intuition made him feel that he was not the only one around him.

Faust's face looked a little ugly. It was not the first time that his magic had been discovered in Gotham. Although there were such cases in other places, they were definitely not as frequent as in Gotham.

Seeing Batman's vigilant expression, Faust could only sneak into the shadows and evacuate quietly.

With a clang, a can on the ground was stepped on, and a dark shadow ran down from the Batmobile and disappeared into the alley.

Batman chased after him, and Faust looked at the shadow with a more curious look in his eyes, wondering what he saw.

A beautiful woman turned into a cat?

This city is really interesting. Faust's shadow followed on the ground.