American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The situation in Arkham Asylum this time directly exposed the shortage of police force and lack of equipment in the Arkham district.

The thirty-odd policemen didn't even have basic bulletproof vests, and the only suppressive firepower came from the rifles in the two sheriffs' cars.

"Damn it, Wei Fei, that bastard, he really made us wear this stuff!" A second-level police officer angrily threw the bulletproof vest he had just been issued to the ground.

The enclosed slum in front is a completely dangerous place. Who the hell would dare to go in and fight, especially wearing something like this to fool people?

In a police car behind, Nygma, wearing a bulletproof vest and holding a laptop, was restoring the map model of Arkham District, but it was useless for the haphazardly built slums here, and he could only measure a rough direction.

"Edward, why don't you go back first and we will handle this."

Jerry was wearing a bulletproof vest and holding a shotgun in his arms, "Otis is gathering rats. We can take this place when Naegi comes back."

"You underestimate them!"

Nygma stared at the screen, no longer as calm as usual, and called up specific information from the asylum's database.

"Look at this! A werewolf is coming. Can your gun kill him?"

Nygma turned the computer screen around, and Jerry looked at the two-meter-tall werewolf on the surveillance video, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

It feels like a fairy tale villain that suddenly jumps out, more surprising than Superman in Metropolis.

"Calm down! Surround this place and wait for support! The Gotham Police Department has already dispatched a special operations team, and support from surrounding areas will arrive soon!"

Chief Wei Fei stood at the back, shouting loudly through a loudspeaker, mobilizing the Arkham police for emergency response.

"Chief, what should we do with the people inside? There are still people alive in the car!"

Deputy Chief Ledo pointed at the police car on the road ahead with an anxious look on his face. Wei Fei scratched his head when he heard this. What could he do? He just had to wait for support...

"what sound?"

Some people heard some special sounds, like... the sound of fighter jets cutting through the air.

"what is that!!!"

A policeman suddenly turned around and pointed behind him. A black tank rushed straight towards him and crashed into the wall with a bang.

The wall, which was not very thick, was smashed to pieces by the black chariot, which crushed it like an unstoppable bulldozer.

"Is it support?" Jerry frowned and looked over there.

Nygma, who also stuck his head out of the car, had a little more excitement in his eyes. "Jerry, what is flying in the air in the dark, using your mouth and ears instead of your eyes?"

"I don't know..." Jerry shook his head without even thinking about it for a second. Naegi told him that if he was with Nygma, he shouldn't expect to guess riddles with him and should just pretend to be a fool.

"The enemy of the Gotham police, the big black bat, is here. You can make Otis less anxious."

On the steel bridge leading to Arkham, Naegi was driving his Hummer at full speed.

There were quite a few police cars rushing here on the road, and the key thing was that Red Hood No. 1 ran out.

If he had not been diagnosed with severe mental illness, we would not have expected to send him here. Who would have known that he would be unable to escape and the heavily guarded Arkham Asylum was raided.

Miaomu stepped on the accelerator and accelerated again. The city Hummer directly overtook the police cars that rushed to support and sped towards that side.

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Red Hood No. 1, who escaped from Arkham Asylum in the slums, was injected with an injection while trembling all over.

"This thing is really useful..."

A man wearing a black wooden mask on his face looked at the syringe that had been used for injection and threw it on the ground.

“Ahem! Aaahhh…don’t hit me!!!?”

Red Hood No. 1, who had just woken up, looked around in horror as if he had just woken up from a nightmare, especially the man in front of him wearing a black skull mask.

"Boss? Is that you? Sean..."

"Shut up!"

The black mask scolded in a deep voice, the mask seemed to be tightly attached to his face. If Naegi was here, he would definitely scream out in surprise.

This was the person he had asked the Riddler to search for in the Gotham Police Department's database before, Black Mask, Roman Sionis.

A member of Gotham's wealthy Sionis family, he was obsessed with collecting various masks as a child and was a classmate of Bruce Wayne.

And as orphans, those who have a complete pair of parents in Gotham are lucky.

However, according to legend, Black Mask's parents were pushed into a sea of ​​fire and burned to death by him, so he inherited billions of assets. However, he had a bad temper and ran his company like a gangster.

Not long after, the company faced bankruptcy due to poor management. At this time, Wayne Group acquired his company, leaving him a pauper with nothing.

He dug up his parents' graves and used the ebony from the coffin boards to make a black mask representing anger.

"Jeralfer, I didn't pull him out of the asylum to scare you here. Give him the weapon!"

Black Mask tilted his head to the side.

A mercenary wearing a black hood and dressed like a robber threw an AK rifle to Red Hood No. 1 Jerraver.

"From today on, the Red Hood gang is disbanded. We are... the Black Mask Gang, do you understand?" Black Mask warned in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

Jerraver stood up with the rifle in his hand, nodded quickly, and reached out to take off his black and white striped prison uniform.

The two mercenaries nearby kicked open the door of the next room, pulled out a pile of clothes and threw them on the ground.

"W-No, Boss, what are we going to do?"

Jerraver held the gun under his arm and changed his clothes quickly. There was a hideous scar on the shaved part of his head.

"It's not me, it's you. The Naegi who caught you is right here. Kill him and then attract enough people here!"

There was a fire of ambition burning in Black Mask's eyes. He had planned everything, including the werewolf below who was hired at a high price, and... this.

Black Mask raised his hand and looked at the special gas grenade he was holding tightly in his hand. It contained a special poison gas that could make people feel terrified and instantly lose their combat effectiveness.

If it weren't for the help of this thing, Jerraver wouldn't have been sent to a mental hospital. That doctor really knows how to make money.

"I understand, I will definitely kill him!"

A ferocious look appeared on Jerraver's face. He was determined to avenge himself for the suffering he had endured!

Boom! Hula!

Suddenly, there was a sound of fighting outside, accompanied by the howling of wolves. A black metal claw flew up from below, hooked the window, and the rope tightened.

A dark shadow also flew up.

The black mask holding the fear gas raised his hand and waved, and the three mercenaries and Jerrafor immediately raised their guns.

As soon as Batman stood on the balcony, fierce gunfire rang out. The yellow mark on his chest became the best target, and a series of sparks flew from the solid metal breastplate.

The violent impact caused Batman to fall backwards and fall from the building.

The werewolf below glared with red eyes and pounced on Batman as quickly as a giant hound.

Batman, who had just fallen, was instantly scratched by the werewolf's claws. Fortunately, he had upgraded his armor, so the claws only created a series of sparks when scratching the bat suit.

But the cloak behind him was not so lucky, and was torn into a piece of rag by the werewolf.

"what!!!"

Batman roared, activated the exoskeleton on his right hand, and punched the werewolf hard with mechanical kinetic energy, knocking it away.

Before he could catch his breath, bullets fired from upstairs forced him to run for his life again.

"What is that? A flying bird?"

With a grim smile on his face, Jerraver held an AK rifle and fired at the corner where Batman was hiding. The fierce bullets hit the thin wall, causing gravel and dust to fly everywhere.

"Huh...the street vigilantes that appeared a while ago are really here. You guys guard this place. I paid a lot of money for it. Three hours, understand?"

Black Mask put away the fear grenade and looked at the three mercenaries. He had sent eleven mercenaries here and also bribed two gangs to fight for him.

"Boss, where are you going?"

Jerraver asked hurriedly, with a hint of doubt on his ferocious face, not knowing what Black Mask was trying to do.

"I'm going to Blackgate Prison and giving this city a big gift! Hahahaha, Wayne! Gotham!"

Black Mask left with a big laugh. Arkham would soon be a place where all the police forces in Gotham would gather. Even the heavily guarded Blackgate Prison would be an unattended place.

Besides, he found a very good foreign aid for today. Black Mask picked up his mobile phone and made a call.

Under a dilapidated building, a police car turned on its lights. The man in the black mask opened the door and got in. The police car drove in another direction.

"It's time to take action." Black Mask's voice with a hint of smile came from the phone.

A large black man standing far away at the gate of Blackgate Prison looked at the iron gate of the prison, raised his hand and put on a special hood.

"I haven't seen the transfer yet! Money!"

When Black Mask heard this, he raised his hand and swiped his phone, and directly transferred the money that had been prepared.

The man standing at the gate of Blackgate Prison looked at the message on his mobile phone and a smile appeared on his face under the hood.

Finally I have money.

However, as soon as he moved, he pulled the wound on his body, causing him to gasp and cover the injured area with his hand.

"That Superman in Metropolis is really... difficult to deal with."

After saying that, he put a red single-piece sight on the right eye of the hood, pulled out a 9mm M pistol from his belt, and walked forward.

Blackgate Prison is like an ancient castle and has everything a castle has, such as a moat.

The wind was very strong tonight, blowing away the clouds over Gotham, revealing a rare bright moon that shone on the waves on the water.

Bang, bang, two sounds rang out at the door of Blackgate Prison.

Two prison guards standing guard at the door fell to the ground, screaming and holding their shoulders. The 9mm bullets penetrated their shoulders and blood gushed out of the wounds.

"The money he gave is not enough to kill someone. Tell me how to open the door!"