American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Jason Todd?

Miao Mu widened his eyes and looked at Jason in front of him. Hmm... this seems to be the second son of Batman.

Jason, the second generation Robin, took off the tires of the Batmobile and sold them for money when they first met.

And among Batman's assistants, he seems to be the most miserable.

He traveled to the Middle East to find his biological mother, but ended up falling into a trap set by the clown and was beaten with a crowbar by him all night.

When Batman arrived, the Joker's time bomb detonated the house, causing a raging fire and he died there.

He was later resurrected by the demon leader Ra'shoulders, returned to Gotham, put on the red hood, and eliminated evil by killing.

Moreover, for revenge, he caught the clown and used a crowbar to beat him back in the same way the clown had beaten him.

He held his breath and waited for Batman to come and let Batman choose between him and the Joker.

Choose him and kill the Joker!

"Don't kill" is Batman's ultimate and unshakable bottom line, which also causes the two men, who were like father and son, to part ways.

The most interesting thing here is that when Jason heard that Batman wanted to kill his Joker, he agreed with both hands.

All that's left is to put a gun in Batman's hands.

For the number one leader of the Batman fan club, what could be better than breaking the bottom line that Batman has always adhered to?

Yes! That is... the person who was killed was me!

His bottom line of not killing was trampled upon, and he was the first person Batman killed.

This excitement excites the Joker more than destroying the world!

However, among the many parallel universes, the Batman in World 51 chose revenge because of Jason's death!

He killed all the criminals in the world and created a perfect world without villains. He himself became the last criminal in the world and was imprisoned alone in the Batcave.

Tsk tsk tsk, the memories ended here. Miaomu rubbed his chin and looked at this... wild second young master with great curiosity.

Do you want to try abduction?

Although he is a cub, Jason is definitely the one with the most fighting power in the Bat Family.

He is also a master of firearms, and after becoming an adult, his shooting skills are on the same level as the Death Shooter.

"Well, kid, do you want to follow me? If I eat a bite, you will have a share."

"..."

"..."

It was unclear what expressions to show on the faces of Milo and Gordon next to them. They changed their expressions so quickly.

Especially Milo, after hanging out with Naegi for a day, the heroic filter he had was completely destroyed, and they became just buddies.

Gordon was just surprised for a moment, but when he thought of Naegi's background, he nodded with some emotion.

He was thinking that after hearing about the child's background, Miaomu must have associated it with his own life experience. After all, Miaomu was also an orphan who crawled out of the slums.

Thinking about it this way, isn't Miaomu also a good young man? Although he looks sloppy, his heart of justice cannot be wrong, if he is the kind of bastard who just sits in his position and does nothing.

It is impossible for him to fight desperately in the hail of bullets when encountering problems, and the one running in the front will not fight desperately. Besides, this nonchalant look is just a bad habit formed in his youth, it is not a big problem.

Jason didn't know what the two of them were thinking. He just stared at Miaomu blankly. What was that sentence?

If there is a bite for him to eat, just his share?

"I do!!!"

He was not very old, but his voice was loud. He stopped the echoing and vibrating music for a moment.

Miaogi blinked in disbelief. Is this... enough?

In fact, Miaomu didn't know that Jason regarded him as the big brother in the underworld, although... it was not far from the truth.

If we compare them in the police and criminal situation in Gotham, we can see that both of them are members of the same gang, and they are both famous for their double red sticks.

At least in Gotham, anyone who is well-informed knows that there is an extremely fierce policeman in Arkham District.

He led his men to take down a team of international mercenaries, which was unprecedented in the history of Gotham police.

Even Rob, the big boss of the police station, had to pinch his nose and say: "Detective Naegi's contribution is not small."

"Two more drinks..." Miaomu reached for the bar to ask for wine, but then remembered that Jason was still a child, so he changed his words.

"Two glasses of milk, no sugar, please."

"Um... okay." The waitress didn't know whether to laugh or feel embarrassed. Coming to the bar to drink milk... This kind of weird thing is not uncommon. Last time, someone wanted to drink coffee.

Two glasses of milk were pushed over in a short while, and Miao Mu picked up one glass, "Cheers! Let's get to know each other better. My name is Miao Mu."

"Miaomu... Boss Miaomu!" Jerry was very knowledgeable and just went right up and started calling him by his name.

"Good fellow, I thought you would call me uncle, even though I am only... much older than you, we are of the same generation."

Naegi pointed to Gordon next to him.

Gordon smiled friendly at Jason. Jason looked at him and nodded awkwardly. He was a little afraid of Gordon. Not because of him as a person, but because of the stern look on his face, which was very intimidating.

And there's an aura about him, how should I put it, like a cop!

"Here, sit here."

Miao Mu handed the cup of milk to Jason, and patted the empty high stool next to him, asking him to sit down.

The two of them leaned against the bar counter and drank milk. Compared with other drinkers, these two glasses of white wine were extremely different.

"By the way, what do you want to do here?"

Gordon looked at the cheerleaders who started dancing in the octagon and suddenly remembered that they were not here to play!

"Yeah! I forgot about that big bald guy!"

Miao Mu slapped the table and he also remembered.

Meanwhile, in the holding cell of Arkham Police Station.

Hugo Strange squatted by the wall, holding his bald head with both hands, his face distorted, and gritted his teeth and said: "Naomi! You wait!"

"La la la, I forgot about the important thing." Miao Mu slapped his head in annoyance. After eating a full meal, the blood rushed to his stomach and he forgot about the important thing.

The matter of Hugo Strange has not yet been fully investigated.

Thinking of this, Miaogi quickly turned around, looked at the waitress standing inside with her arms folded, and smiled.

"Beauty, have you ever seen a big bald head?"

The waitress gestured towards the table next to her and said, "I don't recommend you say those two words."

"Clam?"

Miaogi and the others followed her gaze.

At a small table by the wall, a group of Russian skinheads were gathering there, each holding a bottle of vodka and pouring it into their mouths. One of them had a black inverted cross tattooed on his bald head.

"I'm not talking about the bald type. I'm talking about the type that looks cultured, well-mannered, and looks like... a scholar, a professor."

Naegi said based on his impression of Strange.

The waitress leaned her arms on the bar, holding her face, and asked with a smile: "Why should I tell you?"

Miaogi turned his head to look at her, squinting his eyes to take a peek at the sizable soft flesh through her white shirt.

He straightened his chest, making his already strong muscles appear more defined, and Naegi raised his eyebrows.

"What do you want? I'll give it to you."

"One hundred dollars." The waitress smiled and held out her hand.

Miao Mu looked at her hand, blinked, and the confident smile on his face suddenly turned into a wronged one.

"Can you pay it off with your body? I'm pretty confident in myself."