American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The fire from the slums illuminated half of Arkham.

And on the top floor of Arkham Asylum, the highest building in the Arkham district, a big bald man in a white coat stood there, holding a cup of coffee in his hand and looking at the fire over there.

"What a beautiful sight! It would be even better if the fire was bigger, right, Miss Talia?"

He turned around and smiled. His bald head seemed to reflect the light against the backdrop of the flames in the distance. He had a beard on his face and wore a pair of small glasses on his nose.

On his white coat is his ID badge: Psychiatrist: Hugo Strange.

"Mr. Strange, we are not that close."

In the back, Talia al Ghul, wearing a tight leather jacket and with her hair tied in a ponytail, had a cold look on her face.

Hugo Strange picked up the coffee cup helplessly, took another sip, and squinted at the Gotham city in the distance.

"Please pay tribute to Master Lei Xiaogu on my behalf. Gotham will be my gift to him! I also hope that the Assassin's League can come here."

"I will tell him, but his favorite disciple is also in Gotham. If you want to inherit the Assassin's League, you have to get rid of him first."

Talia crossed her arms over her chest, not taking the psychiatrist in front of her seriously at all. Instead, she looked curiously at the place where the fire was burning.

"Don't worry...it will be solved."

Hugo Strange smiled confidently, as if he had already seen the day when he would join the League of Assassins.

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The black iron gate of Blackgate Prison, which represents heaviness and majesty, was wide open. The criminals in orange prison uniforms ran out of the prison cheering as if they were having a party.

Several prison guards were caught by the prisoners and thrown down from the towering city wall. They screamed and fell heavily into the water.

Just as a group of escaped criminals were running across the bridge laughing, the black Batmobile turned on its dazzling high beams and rushed over quickly.

"no no!!!"

The criminals were illuminated by the glaring car lights and screamed like vampires exposed to the sun, and quickly raised their hands to block them.

But the roar of the engine was getting closer and closer, scaring them out of their wits. Some of them were so scared that they sat down on the ground.

Batman in the car looked at the criminals running out, raised his hand and clicked a few times on the function buttons on the side.

With a dull thud, a large black net flew out from the launch hole hidden in the Batmobile.

The criminals on the steel bridge ahead were caught in a large net and were struggling violently like a school of fish caught in a fishing net.

Some criminals tried to escape by biting the rope with their teeth, but unfortunately this was not a fishing net, and it was not something that could be bitten with teeth.

As Batman drove past in the Batmobile, he reached out and pressed an electric shock button.

The criminal on the bridge outside uttered a scream.

The large black net hid metal wires and electric shock devices, which instantly shocked them, making them numb and stiff all over.

The criminal in front saw the Batmobile rushing towards them and had nowhere to hide, so he could only jump off the bridge.

The sound of it plops like dumplings being cooked in the pot.

In front of them was the gate of Blackgate Prison. Batman turned the steering wheel, turned the Batmobile sideways, and blocked the gate.

The hood of the Batmobile rose and Batman got out. The torn cape behind him had been replaced. He looked up at the chaotic prison and the office building where fierce gunshots were heard.

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In the office building, the warden, staff, and guards of Blackgate Prison were all tied up and thrown into the utility room.

The new gang boss Black Mask is giving an induction speech to new employees, instilling some spiritual chicken soup in them.

As a paid bodyguard, Deadshot Lawton was passing the time by tracing the human body with an M9 pistol.

Really... human body outline.

The sound of gunfire continued. The prison guard with his arms tied and standing against the wall was so scared that he couldn't close his legs and his pants were wet with urine.

The bullet whizzed past his body, leaving a bullet hole in the wall and outlining a human figure.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, the prison guard sat on the ground with weak legs. Gunfire rang out again. The bullet flew past his scalp and knocked off a few strands of hair. The prison guard's eyes rolled back and he passed out.

After drawing the outline of a human body again, the deadly shooter Lawton blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, and picked up the M4 assault rifle, which was specially equipped for the prison guards on the table.

Another round of shooting at the clock on the wall

Every shot hit the number on the clock dial, this extraordinary accuracy and proficiency in firearms.

He is very famous in the assassin and mercenary circles. The only thing that is not so good about him is his luck. He has not been having a good time recently...

With a snap, the window glass shattered and a black claw was thrown in, hooking the radiator and tightening it.

The Death Shooter noticed it immediately. He looked through the window with a red laser sight on his eyes and locked onto the target.

The M4 assault rifle in his hand quickly changes the magazine.

Just as he got closer, the ceiling suddenly collapsed, and a black figure fell from the sky, hitting him and throwing him to the ground.

This sudden attack made Death Shooter break out in a cold sweat. What the hell! How did it come out from the ceiling?

Before he could react, the black shadow swung his cloak back with both hands, like spreading wings, and blew away the lime dust that fell from the collapsed ceiling.

Death Shooter then realized that there was a person in front of him, a bat with pointed ears wearing a black suit?

He quickly glanced at the ceiling again and found that it was an old-fashioned partition with a gap on top.

It was not known whether he was sure that the other party was a human or his nervousness eased, but Deadshot raised his leg and kicked Batman, while reaching for his gun and preparing to shoot.

Batman suddenly stepped back, pulled the cape behind him and swung it again. A layer of dry lime dust was lifted from the ground and suddenly flew onto Deadshot's face.

Thanks to the mask on his face, Deadshot was not choked by the dust, but the situation was worse, his laser sight was covered with dust and he couldn't see anything!

He could only shoot based on his intuition, pulling the trigger directly, and paying close attention to the sounds around him.

bang bang bang bang...

The continuous fire from the 9mm pistol shattered the surrounding glass, overturned tables and chairs, and the fish tank on the desk shattered with a loud bang, and the little goldfish in the water fell to the ground.

It just jumped up and flicked its tail before being turned into a pulp by the whistling bullets.

The gunfire stopped, and the Death Shooter quickly raised his hand to wipe the aiming glasses on his face, just enough to see the accuracy of his surroundings.

With a click, the power went out in the entire office building. The room was pitch dark, with only the moonlight coming in through the window, and some faint light and shadows.

"Floyd Lawton, Jr...."

As soon as the sound was rang out, a series of bullets flew over. This was the response of the Death Shooter.

"Who! Stop playing tricks! I saw you!"

The Death Shooter looked at the dark surroundings with some fear, and the infrared thermal sensing mode of the laser sight was activated.

This was the high-tech thing he got from an experimental base when he left the army, but... he saw nothing!

The pointy-eared bat seemed to have disappeared.

Although he couldn't see it, Death Shooter's intuition told him that the bat was here, in this room!

The Death Shooter moved towards the wall, intending to lean against it to reduce his weakness. Just as he got closer to the wall.

A big hole was punched directly into the wall.

Batman, with an exoskeleton booster in hand, smashed through the wall and grabbed Deadshot by the collar.

It hit the wall with a bang.

The sudden impact made the Death Shooter dizzy and he raised his gun and fired a burst of shots outside the hole.

But...the person is gone!

"Fuck! What is this!"

Death Shooter felt a little scared. What the hell was this?

He even suspected that he was dreaming. When he woke up, would he find himself still lying in the cell in the metropolis?

Don't stay here for long!

Death Shooter quickly turned around and ran towards the window. Leaving here was the best option. When he stepped on the window, a black noose suddenly tightened and wrapped around his ankle.

With a swish, he was hung upside down.

Before he could shoot to cut the rope, Batman appeared from the window and punched him in the face.

The punch was very powerful, but Deadshot actually felt somewhat relieved at the moment, as he was hit again in the face and passed out.