American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Naegi! Can you please be down there?"

Brock climbed up the ladder to the roof, lay on the chimney and shouted down, while six or seven flashlights were shining down.

"What the hell are you yelling about! It's stuck! Get a rope down!"

Naegi raised his head and shouted, retracted the blade on his arm armor, and placed his feet on the walls on both sides to support his body, not moving.

The powerful ladies in the hall weren't scared yet, so why would he go down there? Let them experience the terror of Batman first.

"Wait!" Brock quickly asked someone to bring up the rope.

"Do you want me to go down and help you?" Brock lay on the chimney again and shouted down.

"If you dare to come down and try, I'll stab you with my knife and cut a hole in your butt."

Miaomu moved his feet and slowly moved down. If Block came down at this place, he would be really stuck.

After a while, Miaomu finally stepped on solid ground. When he looked outside, it was even darker than the inside of the fireplace...

This villa is very big. At least as a banquet hall, it can easily accommodate more than a hundred people.

But the problem is that once you turn off the lights, you really can't see anything, but you can see a little bit from the smoke coming out of the smoke bomb.

"Um...don't move! Put your hands up!"

Naegi pulled out the Glock 17 pistol with a flashlight accessory from his waist and shouted loudly towards the front.

The flashlight under the gun barrel emitted a beam of white light, shining in front, and the already chaotic crowd became even more noisy.

"Save me, quick!"

"Don't shoot!"

"Lord, bless your believers."

When something happens, this group of people do all kinds of things. Some even kneel on the ground and pray to God for help. It's really... speechless.

However, the police chief Rob, who was in the crowd, dragged the mayor and hid behind the sofa, not daring to show his head.

We are our own people, we know each other, as for the actions of the Gotham police, if something goes wrong, at least this side is safer.

"Shut up!" Miaomu raised his pistol and fired two shots at the ceiling, as if there was a crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

The sound of glass breaking was heard above my head, and the fragments fell to the ground with a clatter.

It did scare all the nervous crowd. In fact, they were more than just frightened, they were simply scared silly.

The chandelier above the head is a classical crystal chandelier. Its most prominent feature is that it is large and heavy. If it falls...

Everyone present can burn out glass relics.

"Wait, don't shoot! I'm Police Chief Rob, who are you? From which police station?" Rob poked his head out from behind the sofa and shouted.

Miaomu quickly shone the flashlight over there, and it was indeed Police Chief Lobb, but his pointing scared Lobb so much that he screamed like a groundhog.

"Take it away! Take it away! Don't point the gun at anyone!"

"Yes!" Miaomu held the gun with both hands, turned the muzzle, and swept the surroundings with the flashlight. The smoke had dissipated.

Those dignitaries looked more embarrassed than each other. The one lying on the ground with his butt sticking up and having no image at all was a government member.

The upstart of Gotham's business community was squatting beside the dining table, shivering and hugging the table legs like a koala. His dazzling blond hair was also washed by the red wine that spilled on the table.

The woman sitting on the ground with her long dress torn raised her hands to block the light. She was a female star in Gotham's entertainment industry, a very famous one.

They looked so dishevelled, just like the refugees smuggled in from South America, without any trace of nobility and elegance.

Miaomu had no sympathy for this, and even felt a little secretly happy. Damn, you guys have come to this day too?

The flashlight swept across the wall, revealing a black bat figure. Miaomu shivered in fear. He suddenly realized that it was indeed a bit too scary, especially in this tense state.

If the safety of the pistol had not been on, a series of bullets would have been fired. Miaomu quickly raised the gun to look.

Not Batman... a human?

Miaogi looked at the person stuck on the wall with some confusion. His body was stuck to the wall with black tape, just like a big bat with its wings spread, which is also the symbol of Batman.

“Wuwuwu…” The man on the wall saw the light and struggled, but there was tape on his mouth so he could only speak in a humming voice.

"Who are you?" Naegi asked while looking around vigilantly. Batman is definitely here!

This room was like a tightly sealed safe; the only entrance and exit, the chimney, was also blocked by Brock.

Although he was not sure whether there were other exits, he could not take it lightly. Naegi glanced at the celebrities around him and walked forward.

He had some suspicion that Batman had now turned into Bruce Wayne, and might be pretending to be pitiful and observing this side with the appearance of a playboy.

Miaomu walked to the wall and saw a strong man lying on the ground. His arms were folded in the opposite direction and his elbow joint was twisted and broken, which made people feel painful at the sight of it.

This is 100% Batman's masterpiece. The medical staff at Blackgate Prison have all become orthopedic experts and can correct bones without taking X-rays. Half of this is due to Batman.

Sufficient materials for practice are provided, it’s just a matter of getting used to it.

With a "swish" sound, the tape on his face was torn off, and a layer of his beard was also torn off, causing Falcone to gasp.

"You have guts..." Falconer said with tears in his eyes.

It was so painful that tears came out unconsciously.

Miaomu shook off the tape on his hand. This stuff was very sticky, as strong as a mouse trap.

Then Miaomu looked at the old man in front of him. He must be in his fifties or sixties. His dyed black hair could not hide his aging face. The knife-like wrinkles made him look particularly tough.

But the three scars on his cheeks made Naegi's heart move. Those scars looked like they were caused by a cat scratch, three neatly arranged ones.

Considering the place here, with so many people, Batman only sticks to such an "old man"?

Even though Batman kicked and punched Gotham's nursing home and orphanage, he's still a good guy.

The fact that he wouldn't get along with an ordinary old man shows that this old man is extremely extraordinary.

Putting all the clues together, there is only one truth! This old man is Roman, Falcone, the godfather of Gotham's underworld.

Miao Mu blinked, and suddenly regretted tearing off the tape. He quickly pretended nothing had happened and ran to open the door.

Click, the locked bulletproof door was opened from the inside by Miao Mu. The police outside just brought in a cutting saw, and the door opened...

"Go in! Protect the people around you, be alert!"

Gordon quickly raised his gun and shouted, the door opened, and beams of flashlight shone inside, and Naegi took the opportunity to slip out.

It was a mess inside, but the situation was under control. When Police Chief Loeb saw Gordon come in, he stood up from behind the sofa and took command of the scene again.

All the celebrities were helped out one by one. This was definitely the most "exciting" night for them.

The electricity was restored and the mayor's mansion was lit up again. Gordon looked at the crystal chandelier above his head and turned off the flashlight.

Looking at Falcone stuck to the wall, Gordon wanted to laugh. He walked to the wall and admired the leader of Gotham's underworld.

"Your outfit... is very nice." Gordon praised.

"Thank you, I think so too, Sheriff Gordon." Falcone was not angry at all, but teased in a friendly manner.

"I will send you back to prison, absolutely!" Gordon said in a deep voice, but his voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it.

"That depends on your ability. Don't wait until I die...you haven't finished yet." Falcone responded with a smile.

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One luxury car after another left the mayor's residence, escorted by police cars with flashing red and blue lights.

Falcone, who was the last to leave, also left here by car under the escort of his men. A convoy of six black cars protected the car Falcone was riding in the middle.

Their fierce momentum is three times stronger than that of Gotham’s police. They are known as: the Roman Guards.

"Go... tell those people that whoever kills the big bat will be eligible to get the most profitable place in Gotham."

Falcone, sitting in the car, rubbed his temple tiredly. That Batman did make him feel threatened. Since there was a threat... he had to solve it!

In Gotham, there is no shortage of people who want to stand out. As long as you throw out enough bait, countless piranhas will jump out of this black water river called Gotham.

Falcone touched the corner of his mouth out of habit and touched the place where his beard was torn off, which made him grimaced in pain.

That frivolous little policeman...