American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Miao Mu walked out of the apartment building and took a puff of cigarette. A Hummer police car was parked at the intersection with its lights flashing.

Miao Mu stopped, took a deep puff of his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and just as he raised his foot...

A figure suddenly rushed from the right rear, and a pitch-black dagger slashed towards Miaomu like a shadow.

"murderous look!"

Miaomu's hair stood on end instantly, as if he had seen a poisonous snake, that kind of discomfort that came from the bottom of his heart.

Let Miaomu raise his leg and sweep it backwards, regardless of whether the kick hits or not, turn around and kick again with a series of alternating kicks.

The figure behind him moved quickly. When the first attack missed, he immediately came close. The dagger in his hand was dull, and the sharp blade was hidden behind the black paint.

In this darkness, I can’t feel it, let alone see it.

The man was kicked by Miaomu, and the blade also scratched Miaomu's calf, leaving a bloody cut on his jeans.

"Get out!" Miaomu shouted, grabbed a garbage bag and threw it at the man.

The garbage bag was cut in half in the air by the man with a knife, with a playful look in his eyes, but after the garbage bag exploded.

Bang bang bang bang————!

The sound of the M500 revolver reverberated around like the explosion of firecrackers.

The man's ghost was trembling. The playful look in his eyes turned into fear, and his body made a series of perverted movements.

However, the damage caused by a .500 Magnum bullet, even if it is just a glancing blow, is enough to cause severe damage that can shatter flesh and blood.

The man fell out directly, one arm fell to the ground, blood splattered everywhere, and his fingers were still trembling.

Bang...click, the chamber is empty.

Miaomu's gun was empty. He took out a lighter from his pocket and turned it with his fingers on the friction wheel.

The holy flame hammer sounded, and with a hissing sound, a white flame burned up. In Miaomu's hand, it was like a burning lightsaber.

The figure that fell to the ground was like a wild dog with a broken spine, crawling on the ground wailing at a fairly fast speed.

Unfortunately, his leg was broken, and there was a bloody hole the size of a fist, with blood spurting out of his thigh.

Miao Mu approached step by step, but his eyes were scanning the surroundings.

In the Hummer police car at the intersection, Jerry and Nygma heard the gunshots and hurriedly got out of the car with guns in hand.

"Mumu!" Jerry shouted hurriedly to the front, holding a gun in one hand and taking out a tactical flashlight with the other hand to shine it forward.

After making sure there were no other enemies around, Miaomu extinguished the flame of the Holy Flame Hammer and took two quick steps forward.

He stepped on the back of the man in front of him, reached out and grabbed his hair, pulling the hat off his head.

He looked unfamiliar and not very old. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat and he must be in a lot of pain.

"Tell me, who asked you to come?"

Miao Mu asked, pulling his hair. The man shook his head and snorted coldly. He was quite stubborn.

"What's going on?" Jerry also ran over.

Nygma held a small pistol in both hands and walked over timidly. He was really annoyed by this kind of hail of bullets.

"Give me the gun!"

Miaomu reached out and grabbed the gun from Jerry's hand, and fired three more shots at the man's intact right leg.

His thigh was broken directly.

"what!!!"

The man raised his head and screamed, his body shaking in pain.

When Nygma saw this scene, he moved his feet uncomfortably. Blood was flowing on the ground, splashing water where he stepped on it.

"He won't live long!" Nygma reminded quickly.

With this amount of bleeding, even an elephant couldn't withstand it.

"It's not that easy to die!" Miao Mu said coldly.

Taking out a wine jug from his arms, Miaomu pinched the man's mouth and poured half the wine into him, then raised the pistol and pointed it at the man's head.

"Tell me! Who asked you to come?"

Miao Mu shouted angrily, like an angry lion, full of murderous intent, and not at all joking.

The man didn't show any sign of fear. Instead, he grinned, gritted his teeth with a look of disdain on his face.

Miao Mu felt something was wrong and quickly pinched his mouth open. A mouthful of thick blood gushed out of his mouth and his whole body twitched.

"Poison...lethal!" Nygma covered his nose and took a look, then confirmed the situation.

However, that person not only did not die immediately, but instead struggled in pain, like a fish that fell to the ground, tumbling and spitting blood from his mouth.

"What's going on?" Nygma was puzzled. This...

Poison is meant to cause quick death, so why is it so painful?

Miaomu knew something and put the wine jug in his arms deeper. It was really hard for him to die.

The man twitched on the ground in agony. The deadly poison and the immortal wine created by the Dionysus Gem were resisting each other, as if a world war was going on in his body.

Miao Mu squatted down, looked at the man's painful expression, pointed the gun at his head, and said in a deep voice: "Tell me, I'll give you a ride."

The man looked at Naegi with a hint of pleading in his eyes, completely different from the unyielding determination he had just shown.

"Justice...must be achieved...by oneself, ugh."

The man spat out another mouthful of thick blood and looked at Miaomu pleadingly, but Miaomu's face was already cold.

Justice must be achieved by oneself. In the DC universe, this slogan only represents one organization, an organization that punishes the world.

They created a plague to plunder Rome, burned London to the ground, and once tried to use economic means to make Gotham disappear completely, but they failed...

That organization is called————Assassin's League!

A killer organization spanning hundreds of years, founded by the Demon Chief, Ra's al Ghul.

This name may not be familiar to you, but his other name, Lei Xiaogu, is well-known.

Batman's master, father-in-law, and enemy.

It can be said that Bruce Wayne became the powerful Batman thanks to the contribution of this "Ninja Master".

Although he has nothing to do with "Ninja", if there is any connection, he is more like a king of assassins who taught Bruce Wayne how to overcome fear and use fear as a weapon.

"Are you from the Assassin's League? Why are you here to kill me? Is there someone putting a bounty on my head?" Miaomu asked with a frown.

Assassins League, although nominally carrying out justice, isn’t the slogan just shouting?

In essence, it is still a killer organization, so naturally it has the mission of killing, and... it is also a part of training.

Bane, the giant who broke Batman's back, is also a member of the League of Assassins, but he is just a transfer student who has been trained there. He cannot be considered a fellow apprentice of Batman.

"Hehe...you will all...die!!!"

The killer who wanted to assassinate Miaomu shouted crazily and stared at Miaomu with eyes full of hatred.

"I regret it. You can wait to die here."

Miaogi threw the pistol to Jerry, stood up and walked outside. The assassin was stunned for a moment, but the severe pain in his body made him twitch.

Nygma reached out and slapped a small thing he was carrying on the wall. It was a camera.

I originally made it to put it on Otis's portable mouse, and now it's just in time to be used.

Miao Mu and the others left here, and only the assassin was struggling in pain on the ground. If he had any companions nearby, they would definitely appear, maybe...

Sitting in the car, Naegi pulled out his revolver and took out the speed loader he carried on his belt.

.500 bullets are difficult to carry, so Naegi only brought a loader, pouring out the shells while loading bullets.

Miao Mu's mind was full of thoughts.