American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Kit fell to the ground and just got up to shout a few harsh words, but he saw Miaomu walking towards him with a gun.

His face turned pale instantly, and a layer of cold sweat appeared visibly on his forehead.

"Fuck you, Kat, you are tired of living! I have tolerated you for a long time. We are working hard outside, and you despise us and give us half-worn police uniforms?"

Miao Mu took the revolver, turned on the safety, and pulled the hammer with his thumb, with a serious and fierce look on his face.

Kit was so frightened that he almost trembled. He no longer had the same bossy attitude as before, and said in a trembling voice:

"It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. I'll get you new clothes, new clothes!" As he said this, he was about to stand up.

As a result, he was slapped in the face by Miaogi. Kit's clumsy body fell to the ground. He covered his red face and was about to cry out of grievance.

"I just ask two things!"

Miaomu opened the cylinder of the revolver, poured out all the bullets inside, picked up a bullet and put it in.

"First, we two brothers were trainee police officers. How much did you earn in there?"

"No, I...I..." Kit was about to make an excuse.

Miao Mu put the revolver against his forehead, dropped the bullet in his other hand, and sneered: "Russian roulette, you have five chances to survive! The first one!"

Click! The trigger is pulled, and the gun is empty.

"what!!!"

Kit screamed in fear. He was scared. He was really scared. This inconspicuous yellow-skinned boy in the police station really dared to pull the trigger. What if...

"I said! I only earned half, half! Just one thousand dollars! Really! The rest was not earned by me!"

Git was almost crying, and when Git, who was standing at the door, heard this, he immediately became angry.

In order to raise the money, they even sold their blood, ate only one meal a day, and worked like slaves until today.

As a result, this grandson made half of the money, and at that time he was very difficult and picky towards them.

"Fake Squid!"

Jerry gritted his teeth in anger, raised his revolver and pointed it at Jim, then pulled the trigger. Empty gun! All the bullets were used up.

"Fuck! There's no bullets here, you!"

Jerry's lips trembled as he looked at the empty pistol. Miaomu quickly got up and pushed him to the door to let him calm down.

Jerry had a layer of memory that was even deeper than that of Naegi, and he had truly experienced those tormenting days.

"Okay, the second thing! What gives you the right to deduct our things?"

Miaomu's voice was stern, and he pressed the revolver in his hand hard on Kit's forehead, causing Kit to cry in pain.

"No, this is the old rule! You can only take half of the things you take from the logistics department. You have guns but no bullets. The chief specifically told us to be more frugal and take less of the police station's things."

"You're bullshitting! Those damn rules don't apply here! Follow the rules, okay?"

"Yes!"

Ji Te agreed with sweat on his forehead. Not to mention following the regulations, he would have to do it even if Miao Mu asked him to clear the warehouse.

"Alright, return the money you made from us! Replace the gun and police uniform with new ones according to regulations!"

Miaomu slammed the revolver heavily on Git. Git nodded quickly, stood up and started rummaging through the drawers to look for something.

Jerry stood by the wall and quietly turned around and gave Miaomu a thumbs up, saying, "Well done!"

Miaomu smiled and waved his hand, then stood up and looked at the logistics warehouse. It was surrounded by metal cabinets for guns and large boxes for storing things. There was also a row of black bulletproof vests hanging on the wall.

It has the Gotham Police Department logo "GCPD" printed on it.

Miaomu walked over to see if he could get a bulletproof vest, which formal police officers could apply for. Miaomu walked over and touched it, and his face suddenly changed.

This bulletproof vest is wrong?

In his previous life, when he was in college in Chicago, he actually got a police-grade bulletproof vest from the black market and wore it close to his skin. It felt wrong and there was something wrong with the bulletproof material inside.

Naegi reached out and pulled off a bulletproof vest and tore it apart with force.

Kit, who was rummaging through boxes to get a new police uniform, almost stopped beating when he saw this scene. He couldn't move!

With a hissing sound, the bulletproof vest was torn open, and the bulletproof partition inside was just an ordinary green plastic plate.

There are still burrs on it that have not been polished off. Not to mention bullet protection, this thing can't even protect against air guns played by children.

Kit watched as Naegi raised his head, threw down the bulletproof vest in his hand, and looked at him with murderous eyes.

"Do you have any conscience? You are risking our lives! You let us wear this on the front line?"

Miaomu roared angrily and walked forward with big strides. Kit was so scared that he knelt on the ground.

"It's not me! It was like this when I got here. It was Chief Wei Fei who did it. Really! If you don't believe me, look at this!"

Kit quickly pulled open a cabinet drawer that had "Police Shotgun" written on it, but the drawer was empty.

As can be seen from the empty slots above, there were once two shotguns with the same accessories and equipment.

Naegi stopped and looked at the other cabinets. Kit quickly ran over and opened all the cabinet doors and drawers.

The police flash grenades were empty, the smoke bombs were empty, the tear gas bombs were empty, the rifle cabinets were empty, and there were no bullets.

Two-thirds of the things in the cabinet were empty. Looking at the labels on the cabinet, there were other types of police guns, including Glock, Beretta, and Smith, all of which were top-notch guns.

As a result, only a few Colt Enforcer pistols were left.

"Huh... Really, what's left of this police station? No wonder the Gotham police are so lame."

Miao Mu complained helplessly that corruption is not scary, but not doing one's job is the scariest thing, and this Wei Fei is such a fucking bastard.

"Well, there are two more guns here. You can use them."

Ji Te forced a smile, took out two small suitcases from the police gun cabinet on the side, and placed them on the desk next to him.

The box was small, about the size of a book, and black.

Kit quickly opened the box, and inside were two pistols. Naegi could tell at a glance that this was a Glock 17, also with a caliber of 15mm, but the standard ammunition capacity was rounds per magazine.

There is also an extended magazine with 19 rounds of bullets, a speed loader, and a gun maintenance kit, which is really good.

Jerry was also attracted by the gun, which was much more powerful than the revolver in his hand.

Miaomu picked up the gun and tried it out, then pulled the barrel open to take a look. It was a brand new gun, and the smell of factory gun oil had not yet dissipated.

"We can't use this thing, right?"

Naegi asked hesitantly, looking towards Kit.

Kit waved his hands quickly, "No, actually these guns were issued by the General Administration, but they are all... gone. I kept these two for myself, so there is no problem for you to use them."

Miao Mu held the Glock 17, and it was impossible to put it down. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "This gun is considered to be borrowed by us. I also took this gun. Is there any problem?"

Miao Mu picked up the law enforcer's revolver and gestured. Kit said quickly: "No problem! Please do as you please!"