American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The Batmobile rushed quickly through the chaotic streets of Gotham.

Watching the looting and smashing around, and the occasional gunfights that broke out due to uneven distribution of the spoils.

Bruce's face beneath the mask was as cold as ice that had not melted for thousands of years, and the street lights in front of her were shattered one after another.

Light bulbs popped and someone was shooting at street lamps.

Bruce quickly turned the steering wheel and turned on the Batcomputer to check the ballistic reaction and search the surrounding map.

The shooting distance is two thousand three hundred meters from here. The shooting location is in the city center, on the rooftop of the Wayne Group's building.

Ballistic analysis shows that the bullet fired was a 5.56mm rifle bullet, which is a bit ridiculous, but the gun shape has been ejected.

The M4A1 carbine, an assault rifle with an effective range of 360 meters, performs at the level of a sniper rifle.

There is only one such person in Gotham, but Bruce doesn't care about that. The Batmobile roars again, the tail wing drops, and it drives straight to the Gotham Police Department like a super racing car.

She needed help, she couldn't control Gotham on her own.

She needs help, and fighting alongside her is Commissioner Gordon, a brave and upright woman.

She needs Gordon to come out, control the chaotic situation in Gotham, and mobilize Gotham's police to put out the fires.

The Batmobile did a tailspin and stopped in front of the Gotham Police Department, and Bruce jumped out of the car.

A jagged cloak wrapped around her body, she looked around vigilantly, with the bat dart in her hand ready to fire at any time.

But there was only messy garbage around, blown up by the wind like drifting snowflakes. It was the documents shredded by a shredder, and the resulting paper scraps were flying around.

Bruce put down the bat dart in her hand, flicked her cape and walked forward. The music of the wedding march was playing in the police station.

The door was pushed open by Bruce, and three bat darts flew out. No one was seen and the police station was empty.

There was only a stage with desks piled up in front, and a figure was covered by a tablecloth.

Bruce quickly ran forward, stepped on a table, and jumped with all her might, and instantly reached the two-meter-high stage.

Having a healthy body is indeed important. At least the moment she felt her legs, Bruce's surprise was definitely not fake.

Lifting the tablecloth, Bruce's eyes widened as she looked at the scene in disbelief.

Under the tablecloth was the bat boy tied to a chair, with a stiff smile on his face and his body twitching from time to time.

nitrous oxide!

With just one glance, Bruce recognized the poisonous gas unique to Harley Quinn. Once inhaled, the poison would cause one to laugh until death.

A metal tube-shaped syringe was inserted into the bat boy's neck. It contained a neutralizer that could reduce the detoxification reaction.

Since the last time, Harley Quinn flew a pesticide-spreading plane over the center of Gotham City where citizens gathered, causing a huge poisoning reaction.

Batwoman always keeps a detoxification kit in her utility belt, but she hopes she'll never have to use it.

Another shot of antidote was injected into the bat boy's body. Bruce picked him up and ran outside. He needed to go to the hospital.

The door suddenly closed, and a cold air blew in from behind the pillar. Bruce hugged the bat boy and slipped in time to avoid the attack of the cold air.

The wine barrel that was sprayed by the cold air was instantly wrapped in solid ice. It was the Freeze Girl.

Bruce put the bat boy on the ground, climbed up from the ground using his hands and feet, and looked forward.

Mr. Freeze came out from behind the pillar. She had gone mad ever since she was imprisoned and her husband's body died in a hypothermic environment due to poor management.

She would always rob expensive jewelry stores for her husband's treatment, and if she had enough money, she could get him back.

It was a delusion, but she was a poor creature.

Bruce knew this, but placing her in a solitary cell in Arkham Asylum was the best option.

"Long time no see, Batwoman. You are going to lose this time. I have improved this weapon. Take a look!"

The light blue behind the mask of the Frozen Woman is like a smile on her frost-covered face, and she seems to be trapped in that day.

The muzzle of the freezing gun in his hand suddenly rotated, and several blue rays of light shot out like a submachine gun.

Batwoman took off a round patch from her belt and put it on her hand. With her agility, she dodged the freeze rays and drew Mr. Freeze's attention to a dark corner.

"You can only hide?!"

The Frozen Girl ran forward quickly with the freezing gun in hand, and froze a huge block of ice out of the dark corner.

"Sorry, you have to go back to treatment."

Bruce suddenly flashed out from behind the pillar, and the metal patch in her hand instantly released huge heat and hit the protective clothing of the Freeze Woman heavily.

The huge amount of heat broke the constant temperature system in Mr. Freeze's protective clothing, causing her to faint due to the high temperature.

Because of the accident, the body of the Frozen Woman cannot survive at normal temperature. Even under high temperatures, her body will gradually melt and rot, like a corpse wrapped in ice.

But she was still alive, just a little weird.

"Have a sweet dream." Bruce threw the patch in her hand down. She had captured Mr. Freeze three times, and this time she would let her sleep for a long time.

Using handcuffs, she handcuffed Freeze to the pipe on the wall. Then Bruce ran over, picked up Batboy and ran outside.

"I heard someone in need of help, but I don't want to see you again, you bad guy."

This familiar voice made Bruce's face turn ugly. She turned her head and looked to the side. A woman wearing a yellow tights and a moth-wing cloak on the back was standing on the windowsill posing.

Poison Moth, a jerk who wants to rival Batwoman but ends up helping criminals commit crimes.

Bruce has fought against the superhero in the criminal world many times, but now is not the time.

Bruce ran forward quickly. As long as she threw the bat boy into the car, Mrs. Alfred would take him away.

Ding ding ding, three darts hit the Batmobile, and the Batmobile's sturdy shell bounced the darts away.

"Is your thing very strong?" The poisonous moth jumped down and smiled gently on her lips painted with light yellow lipstick.

What king of crime? Only the one who defeats Batwoman is qualified to be the king here.

Bruce swung her arm violently, and more than a dozen triangular darts swept over like a dense swarm of bees.

"This is really dangerous." The poisonous moth dodged quickly.

But when she came to her senses, Bruce had already got into the car, drove the Batmobile, and rushed out with a drift.

"Mrs. Alfu, I need help. Please prepare the detoxification for the Joker's laughing gas. I don't know the model...it may take a little while."

Bruce hung up the phone and looked at the modified car with a moth paint that was chasing after her, haunting her.

"Don't try to get rid of me. There are so many people who need help, and I haven't even visited them. You should stay here today!"

Poison Moth laughed and turned on the weapon system. Several missiles flew out of her car and bombed the Batmobile in front.

Bruce quickly turned the car around, drove sideways on the road, started with a ricochet motion, dodged the missile's bombardment, and crashed into a shop on the side, shattering the glass and spinning the tires rapidly.

Dense bullets were chasing closely from behind.

The Batmobile accelerated flexibly and flew quickly across the streets of Gotham like a flash of lightning.

"I can't get rid of her." Bruce looked at the Moth Car that was chasing her and wanted to turn around and knock it over.

She actually did it, turning the steering wheel, burning the tires on the spot, and crashing into the Moth car behind.

"That's great, you didn't run away!"

Poison Moth smiled and pressed the shooting button on the steering wheel. The two vehicle-mounted machine guns in front fired bullets.

A rumbling sound came from the side, like a machine demolishing something, and the Batmobile crashed into it, and the Moth Car also crashed into it.

With a clang, the two chariots collided with each other. The violent impact almost turned the two chariots into compressed biscuits.

The tires of the Moth Car flew off, and a V-shaped scar was left on the front of the car, with the bumper sunk in.

The tires of the Batmobile turned and moved backwards, and the cross-shaped impact corners in front of the car folded and recovered.

Bruce raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. She didn't want to fight with others because she had a lot of preparations.

The Batmobile quickly left here and headed straight for the nearest bat base nearby. Mrs. Alfu had already prepared everything.