American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Ha~ It's dawn~ ah."

Miaomu yawned, sat up from the bed, rubbed the eye boogers from the corners of his eyes with his hands, sat on the floor bed, and scratched his messy hair.

Jason was still sleeping soundly on the ground. This kid was so sleepy at night, rolling around on the ground like a sleepwalker.

He scratched his head and just stood up from the bed, but with a bang, Miaomu immediately squatted down with his hands covering his head, tears coming out.

"Fuck... ah... it hurts so much."

Miaomu covered his head, gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly for a while before he moved his butt to the "door". It was called a door, but it was actually a cardboard.

This is...Jason's home, or rather his residence.

The location was well chosen, under a large water tower on the roadside. Above my head was the water tower tank, and below was a floor made of wooden boards, about 10 meters above the ground...

Miaomu leaned over and looked down. Well, the space in the house was okay and spacious for a two-story building. It was much better organized than the pigsty where Miaomu lived. At least the things were divided into categories.

The height inside is too low, so you can only walk while squatting. If you raise your head, there will be a bang. Your head will make a loud, crisp sound.

Miaomu sat at the door, looking at the gloomy sky above his head. He couldn't tell what time it was. He raised his legs, rolled up his trouser legs, and took off the cell phone tied to his calf.

There is a reason for tying it here. In case you encounter robbers one day, you will have some first aid measures and call the police!

I opened my phone and saw that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Damn! I slept for almost a whole day.

Miao Mu grabbed a handful of hair in annoyance. Hugo Strange was probably gone already, and he must be holding a grudge against him.

We have to find a way to send him in. Arkham's intensive care unit is pretty good. If that doesn't work... Blackgate Prison can also be considered.

As Miaomu was thinking, he felt hungry. Life is about eating, drinking and sleeping. The rest of the time is when you think about the important things in life.

He searched all over his body and finally took out five dollars from under the sole of his shoe, which was enough to fill his stomach with bread.

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"Ah, what a comfortable sleep..."

Jason got up from the ground, ran to the "window" in a hurry, pulled open the plastic sheet, and faced the wall outside the window.

Unbutton your pants and pee...

If the family next door notices a strange smell on the windowsill, it is probably because their neighbor is watering their flowers.

After closing the window, Jason sat on the bed and looked at the open door. Was it blown open by the wind again?

The street lights outside were on. For him, it was dawn again, and his disturbed sleep made him feel a little lonely.

I was just about to go outside to find something to eat, and by the way, see if there was anything I could pick up. Maybe there was a gang fight, and I could pick up some money from the corpses.

As soon as he bent down, Jason saw the bag next to the door, reached out and took it, and it still smelled good.

It's a burger!

Jason instantly perked up and ripped open the bag, revealing a wrapped burger inside, albeit one that was already cold.

But, compared to my stomach, this is nothing! Eat!

It was a small burger, and Jason devoured it in just two or three bites. After he finished eating, he suddenly remembered who gave it to him.

I looked at the bag on the ground and saw a note.

Jason quickly searched the house, took out a flashlight, put in batteries, and shone it on the note.

It said: Come to Arkham Police Station to find me, Naegi Ryu.

"Naegi... this name sounds familiar?"

Jason held the note and said thoughtfully, he remembered where he had heard about it.

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"A-choo!" Miaomu, who was standing guard, sneezed and sniffed his nose. He even suspected that he had a cold.

"What did you do last night? You feel so... weak."

The frivolous old Brock came over, pouted his lips and said "Xu" in irregular Chinese pronunciation, obviously teasing Miaomu about where he had done something bad last night.

"Come on, I went out drinking with Brother Gordon last night."

Naegi raised his hand and rubbed his nose, then turned to look at the mayor's residence behind him, an ancient Gothic villa with a pointed roof.

He had just returned to the police station from Crime Alley and hadn't even taken two bites of his meal when he was urgently transferred here.

Tonight is a social gathering for City Hall and Gotham's business aristocrats. The venue is the Mayor's Mansion, a place they often visit.

The specific issue to be discussed is the current shortage of police force in Gotham police force. You will have to pay more protection fees.

Because too many things happened during this period, and they were too serious. First there was the Red Hood robbery, then there was the armored car robbery, the mercenary fight in Arkham, and the raid on Blackgate Prison.

A social gathering was held, and all the police stations in Gotham, big and small, as long as they had a reputation and were capable, were called to attend.

Naegi was one of them, and even Jerry, who was on vacation, was called by the director one after another.

The director is still Wei Fei. This guy didn't get fired immediately because Miaomu killed those mercenaries.

It saved the Arkham Police Department's reputation.

Therefore, Wei Fei also returned the favor and his attitude towards Miao Mu became much better. He almost patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him: Work hard, I will retire in a few years, and you will be the director!

"Hey, that guy still has time to drink?"

Brock muttered something and looked behind the mayor's mansion. Gordon had also arrived and was in charge of guarding the backyard.

There are more than a hundred elite policemen deployed around the area. They are really elite. A lean camel is bigger than a horse.

There are two patrol airships in the air and a helicopter on standby at all times. It can be said that the army is armed to the teeth.

Miao Mu was also wearing a bulletproof vest, with two pistols on his waist and a tactical MP5 submachine gun in his arms.

They are responsible for guarding the front yard and the police uniforms they wear are all new.

Jerry was in charge of the parking lot outside. Luxury cars were parked one after another, and the traffic lights outside were flashing.

However, this kind of defense is actually a show of strength, and it is necessary to show those financial backers that the power of the Gotham Police Department is not as useless as the legend says.

"No one dares to come here to cause trouble, so just relax."

Brock said with a smile, quietly took a step behind Miaomu, took out a cigarette and lit it up while hiding it.

"Comfortable..." Brock exhaled smoke and squinted his eyes with a look of enjoyment on his face. He was an old smoker and a drunkard.

But the chief of the police station, Rob, hated the smell of cigarettes so much that he even held a no-smoking demonstration in the police station, which tortured a smoker like Brock.

I feel uncomfortable if I don’t smoke for a day, so I have to avoid smoking.

"Want one?" Brock generously reached out and took a cigarette and gave it to Miaomu.

"Come on, you can smoke at other times, don't let it go at the critical moment." Miao Mu refused. He didn't smoke to this extent, he just smoked occasionally.

"Who else would come to this place? Really."

Brock shook his head. This is a dragnet. Who has the guts to rush in here? Blackgate Prison welcomes him!

Boring! The power suddenly went out in the villa.

The window suddenly became dark, and the sounds of laughter and joy inside suddenly became much more chaotic.

"Fuck, no way!"

Brock was shocked when he saw this scene. He thought his mouth was not so good, right? Who was it?

A rustling sound came from the air, like a bird flapping its wings.

Miaomu immediately turned on the tactical flashlight on the MP5 submachine gun and shone the white light upwards.

Two black pointed ears flashed by. That was the helmet mask. It was Batman!

In the whole Gotham, the only one who dares to dress like this and hasn't been killed is the giant flying rat.

Bullock also saw it, and there was no doubt in his mind that only the daring Batman dared to come.

"Sound the alarm! Everyone else follow me in!"

Although it seems unreliable, but at the critical moment, Brock can still take the lead and lead his men directly to the gate.