American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Why should I go back? I'm still on vacation, and my injury hasn't healed yet. I'm in Star City. If I don't go, do you think I'm that fool Jerry? The serious crime team is so busy that I can't go home for three days."

The beach, the waves, the scorching sun. Although it is winter now, it is always summer at the beach in Star City, which is even better than the seaside city. No wonder the tourism industry here is so developed.

Miaomu was lying on a beach chair, holding his cell phone, holding a bottle of cold beer, wearing sunglasses on his face, watching the bikini beauties playing on the beach.

The years are so peaceful that it makes people cry. With saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, Miaomu picked up the beer and took a sip.

"No! Let's talk about it after the holiday. Besides, I'm a detective affiliated with the Arkham Police Department. I'll be promoted to Sheriff when I go back. You guys should deal with the Serious Crime Unit on your own."

"You can't say that. It's such a waste of your talent in Arkham Police Department." Gordon's voice came from the phone.

There was fatigue and exhaustion in his voice, as well as yawns from lack of sleep. It was obvious that he was exhausted during this period of time.

Gordon has worked in the three most powerful departments of the Gotham Police Department: Homicide, Major Crimes, and Special Operations.

The Homicide Division is responsible for some murder cases. The once famous Wayne couple shooting case was handled by the Homicide Division. Gordon was still very young at that time, and it was also the first time he met Bruce Wayne.

The Major Crimes Unit, as the name suggests, specializes in investigating serious and important cases. It has investigated many major cases in the past. Its current top case is the invasion of the mayor's mansion. The goal... is to arrest Batman.

The Special Operations Team is a force directly under the Gotham Police Department. They are well-equipped, well-treated, and have strong numbers, but they also have another name: they are Police Chief Loeb's personal thugs.

This is also the answer to why Lob gave the cold shoulder to Miaomu after knowing that the captain of the special operations team, Flas, was beaten by Miaomu and his men. Before beating a dog, you have to look at its owner.

"Don't try to persuade me. If you don't believe me, I'll just ask you one question. Do you remember which direction your door faces?"

"Chaoxi! It's not that I don't want to go back, but there are... too many things to do. Recently, a madman appeared... Sigh..."

Even through the phone, Naegi could feel Gordon's miserable look. In fact, there was one thing he didn't say: the death rate of the Serious Crime Squad was the highest among all Gotham police officers.

Sometimes in Gotham, being called trash isn't such a bad thing, because ordinary heroes die too quickly.

"Wait, you said lunatic? Someone escaped from Arkham Asylum again?" Naegi took a sip from the beer bottle.

"No, it was a clown. God knows which circus it came from. At Dixon Wharf, he killed a whole gang, the entire warehouse..."

"Who! What did you just say? Joker?!"

Miao Mu directly spit out a mouthful of beer, and the cold beer fell on his broad chest and flowed onto his brown beach pants.

After hearing the clown's name, Miao Mu sat up straight away, even a little dazed. It's finally here...

Gotham City’s Prince of Crime, the spokesperson for chaos and madness, the number one leader of Batman’s fan club, the Joker!

"What's wrong?" Gordon asked in a confused tone.

"No, tell me, what's going on with the clown?"

Naegi raised his hand to wipe the wine off his body. His Hawaiian shirt was blown up by the sea breeze, revealing his strong physique underneath.

"It's about the dismemberment case at Pier 33. It's about a small gang. I think it's called... Let me check the information. Wait."

Gordon's voice rang through the phone: "Give me the information on the gravel case at Pier 33." Then there was the sound of pages turning.

"Found it, the Hell's Iron Fist Gang, a small gang of only nine people. All of them were chopped into... pieces, and smiling faces were cut out on their faces with knives..." Gordon's voice was intermittent and filled with disgust. It was obvious that the scene in the information was not good.

"Anyway, we found a playing card at the scene with a grinning clown on it, so we named the criminal after him. Now we have no clue."

"Then it really is the Joker, correct."

Miaomu lay down directly on the beach chair. The only one who could do such a thing and leave playing cards behind was the clown.

"Do you know him?" Gordon asked quickly.

"Um... I've heard that this guy is very dangerous." Miao Mu made up an excuse and changed the subject:

"What about that big bat that roams out at night? How's it doing lately? Is it still alive and well?" Miaomu couldn't help but smile.

Making fun of Batman makes me feel much better.

"The situation is not good. You know, there are more shootings in Gotham." Gordon reminded quietly.

Gotham's black market firearms channels are all under the control of the Romans. In the past, knife robberies, this cheap labor tool, appeared most frequently in street shops.

But there are more shootings… which means that the Romans opened up access to guns, and the cost of fighting crime is going to go up again.

"I hope you guys have your bulletproof vests ready."

Miaomu gave some instructions, then hung up the phone, looking at the blue sky, his mind wandering to many things.

The Joker has appeared, and the big stage of Gotham is about to become lively...

Miaomu picked up the phone and looked at the address book on it. The phone was adjusted to Chinese, and the password was made up of homophones and pinyin, so Miaomu was not worried about being seen by others.

Without twenty years of foundation in Chinese language and dialect, and five years of intensive Internet surfing, it is impossible to understand what is on Miaomu’s mobile phone, even if you find a Huaxiatong.

"Edward, have you found the person?"

Naegi called the Riddler Edward Nygma.

The Riddler Nygma is in Star City. Besides helping Otis with the lawsuit, he is also looking for someone.

It's not the Green Arrow who survived on a deserted island and returned from purgatory, but a doctor, Dr. Achilles Milo.

Speaking of which, this person is not famous, but the werewolf who assisted in escaping from Arkham Asylum that night was his achievement.

To be precise, it is the result of side effects. After all, many scientific achievements in the world are created by accident.

The werewolf's name is Anthony Romulus. He won the Olympic gold medal in the Olympics three years ago with outstanding performance. However, behind this dazzling performance was the long-term use of stimulants.

This stimulant is a special stimulant made by mixing the genes of an ancient giant wolf dug out from the ground by Dr. Milo with the hormones of wild wolves.

It was so unique that even the Olympic testing team couldn't find any problems. The only problem was the serious side effects that turned Romulus into a bloodthirsty werewolf.

In order to get the antidote, Romulus became Dr. Milo's lackey and helped him do a lot of things. This time, he went to Gotham to complete a mission for money, and then he was sent to Arkham Asylum.

Now, Romulus is still imprisoned in Arkham Asylum. He is probably really crazy. Because he has a strong resistance to sedatives, he can only be physically anesthetized.

Dr. Milo runs an underground pharmacy in Star City, specializing in selling stimulants to mercenaries and other miscellaneous characters.

Miaomu and the others had no other intentions, they just wanted to borrow the formula to try. After all... people were difficult to control, but they could control mice at no cost.

The Rat Catcher's ability to control rats was something that made the Riddler's eyes light up, and even convinced the Rat Catcher Otis to get a sample of the bomb rat.

But I gave up in the end because it was too unstable, and just got some small cameras to use as camera mice.