American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Just after noon, Miaomu hurried back home and shouted upstairs excitedly: "Jason! Take out my hanging ring! Today is New Year's Day, hahahaha."

"What?" Jason, who was pounding wooden stakes with his bare chest in the training room upstairs, didn't react for a moment when he heard Miaomu's shout.

Fireworks at Christmas?

However, Jason still dropped the wooden stake and ran to the basement warehouse downstairs to look for the so-called "fireworks".

With a whoosh, Barry appeared in front of Miao Mu and asked curiously: "What's wrong? Why are you so happy today?"

Because the Speed ​​Force cannot reach the speed to travel through time, Barry can only temporarily stay at Naegi's house.

In order to prevent his actions from affecting the timeline here again, Barry stayed invisible most of the time. Except for appearing in front of Naegi, Jason didn't even know that he still lived here.

The main reason was that he was too fast, and even if Jason could sense him, he couldn't find where he was.

"Ahem, I made a small profit."

Miao Mu raised his eyebrows happily. The shares he bought in Lex Group have skyrocketed in value.

When Lex Luthor came out of prison, the first thing he did was to sort out the group's internal affairs. The second thing he did was to hold a press conference. Without the participation of a certain female troublemaker, the press conference was very successful.

Lex Group has won the weapons order from the Pentagon and will develop on a large scale in the arms industry. The world's most valuable oil, arms and US dollars are all powerful bundles.

Just this one press conference pushed the share price of Lex Group to a record high. In a word, it was a profit, a huge profit.

Miaomu even secretly thought about whether he should let Superman tease Bald Luthor's emotions again and let him in again.

Compared to those stock traders who still need to do hedging, Miaomu's impression of Luther is very stereotyped, a complete money-making machine and a human stock regulator.

Don’t think that the bald guy is very honest now. When those high-end weapons come out, the first person he will deal with is Superman. He will be more serious than the Joker meeting Batman. But what’s interesting is that.

In reality, Luthor admires Clark and even thinks he is a perfect man, but unfortunately not perfect enough.

Once, he invited Clark to work for LexCorp, a move that even made Lois cry, but Clark firmly chose the Daily Planet, which made Luthor appreciate him even more.

Of course, if Luthor knew his true identity, he would definitely send the entire Daily Planet to hell.

"By the way, happy Christmas, here's your present."

Miaomu reached into his pocket and pulled out a color copy of an old photo.

Last night, Naegi asked Nygma to hack into the evidence center in Central City and found the video recording of the death of Barry's mother, including this blood-stained photo of mother and son.

With Nygma's powerful computer technology, it took a full three hours to successfully restore the photo.

Even Barry doesn't have this photo of him as a child, because he was sent to an orphanage after his mother died.

This photo, full of age, is like a miniature oil painting. It shows a healthy child in the arms of a young mother. The smile on the mother's face is more touching than any work of art.

"…Thank you, thank you, Naegi."

Barry raised his hand to wipe the tears that were about to fall. His eyes were a little red and his voice was a little choked. If Miaomu hadn't been beside him, he might have burst into tears.

Of course, it is also possible that he had already cried, an accelerated version of it, and Naegi just didn't see it.

"Okay, it will always pass." Miaomu patted Barry's shoulder with empathy. The love between parents cannot be severed.

Even Batman, with his strong spirit and will, was shocked when he saw the letter Barry brought back from the Flashpoint world and the signature on it: Thomas Wayne.

He couldn't help but burst into tears, so Miaomu chose to imitate directly. He didn't have the letter, but he could still prepare other things.

"Do we really need to put this thing here?" Jason walked out of the basement holding something that looked like a gasoline barrel.

Barry disappeared again with a whoosh. He must have run to some corner of the room to look at the photos and cry alone.

"Of course we have to set it off, and we have to set it off hard. Put this thing outside first, and I'll go find a lighter." Miaomu responded quickly.

Jason shook his head, holding the firecrackers in his hand, ran outside and threw them to the side of the road. He also looked at the distance range specifically, because this thing is essentially an explosive.

He was a pyrotechnician in a film crew who specially made fireworks in order to retaliate against the director and crew members who humiliated him.

The first release resulted in nine deaths and twenty-one injuries. Gordon, who was leading the investigation at the time, solved the case in time and found another bundle of fireworks in the pyrotechnician's home.

This is the one in Miaomu's house. Although many years have passed, it is still intact. Miaomu moved it back from the sealed warehouse at the evidence department. It would be useless if he threw it anywhere anyway.

"Put on your helmet and enjoy these amazing fireworks!"

Miao Mu ran out carrying a double-barreled shotgun and a gunpowder fuse, wearing a motorcycle helmet.

He also had a helmet in his hand, which he threw to Jason.

Miaomu ran to Wan Dixiang's side, made sure it was not placed wrong and there was no malfunction, connected the fuse, and stepped aside with the double-barreled shotgun.

With a bang, the fuse started burning. Jason, wearing a helmet, hid directly in the house. He had heard Miaomu's warning.

If you dare to smoke or light a fire at home, there is a high probability that their house will be like a homemade airplane and go straight into the sky.

But Jason thought it was unreasonable because Naegi was the only one who smoked in the family. He didn't smoke, nor did Teacher Nygma. Even Uncle Jerry who came to play occasionally didn't smoke.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh…

Like a salvo of Katyusha rockets, the gasoline barrel-shaped fireworks, ignited by gunpowder, roared toward the sky with their most powerful force.

The loud explosions sounded one after another, like the explosion of artillery shells, and the rumbling sounds echoed in the air.

When people in the entire Arkham area heard the sound, they all ran out of their houses and watched the explosions flashing in the sky.

It was like the rumbling sound of thunder in dark clouds.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Death Shooter Lawton, who was wearing denim overalls and carrying a saw on his shoulder, was making a mobile shooting range out of a pile of wooden boards and iron plates. He looked up at the explosion in the air.

"Dad, it's a doll!"

Zoe, wearing noise-canceling headphones and goggles, ran out of the indoor shooting range, holding a furry teddy bear in her hands.

Looking at his lively and lovely daughter, Lawton felt as comfortable as drinking a sip of ice cola on a hot summer day. Even the end of the world could not stop him from taking care of his daughter as she grew up.

No one can!

This is a father's promise and guarantee!

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The sound of the explosion in the air also made the customers who were queuing up to buy Christmas packages in the supermarket look up.

To be honest, they were very sensitive to explosions. If it were any other time, they would have probably started making a fuss.

Just like the broken windows effect, they join the chaos and enjoy a free shopping experience.

Even if Darkseid's demon-like army invaded Gotham City, it couldn't stop the citizens of Gotham from taking a television home during the chaos.

But now it’s different. Look at this newly opened supermarket. “Arkham Supermarket” has such a direct and tasteless name.

But this orderly shopping queue is not because the residents of Arkham are more civilized than those of Gotham.

Instead, it was the shopping guides and cashiers in the supermarket, all of whom were equipped with guns, wearing uniform red bulletproof vests and with pistols slung around their waists.

There was a shotgun with the safety on in front of the cash register.

Beneath the smiles of the sales staff, there is a strong sense of martial virtue. And there is one more thing: in front of the cashier counter, which is most vulnerable to robbery, there is a conspicuous red alarm button.

Just press the button and a speeding police car will rush over from Arkham Police Station at lightning speed.

It's simple. All the people working here are related to the police officers in Arkham Police Department, some of them are their wives and sons.

Families of police officers can enjoy a 50% discount when shopping here. If they are widows or orphans of fallen police officers, they can receive a living allowance here every month.

Who dares to touch this place? This place is more important than the eyes of the police. If they patrol less, not to mention their conscience, they will regret it so much that they can't sleep.

Even without Naemu taking action, several gangs in Arkham that were more likely to cause trouble were attacked by a group of mysterious gunmen at night, and the gang members were wiped out on the spot.

Arkham's police car was parked outside, taking pictures, checking the one-stop service, and the crematorium took temporary orders.

It can’t be burned out. It can’t be burned out at all.

The old incinerator that hadn't been updated in more than a decade exploded directly, and the crematorium recruited people overnight to contribute to Gotham City's employment indicators.