American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The cold light in the laboratory shone on the light blue floor. A city beauty wearing high heels and professional attire walked in coldly.

"I need an explanation. Who gave you the right to let him go AWOL? Strange!"

"Ms. Talia, you should add the word Doctor after Strange. It will sound more comfortable that way."

Hugo Strange was standing in front of the culture tank in a white coat, holding a notebook and checking some numbers.

"You still have not answered my question!"

Talia walked over, biting her red lips with her white teeth, looking at the body in the culture tank, and asked unwillingly: "How did he die?"

In the cylindrical culture tank, a mutilated corpse was immersed in the light green liquid, with several thin metal tubes inserted into the corpse.

Strange raised his head, looked at the data on the computer beside him, and made another note in the notebook in his hand.

"He died in agony. His heart was broken. He also took strong poison and struggled for more than an hour." Strange said, "I didn't expect that a small policeman could..."

"What do you want to say?" Talia's eyes turned cold.

"..."

Strange closed the notebook and turned to look at Talia, "Miss Talia, I admit that the Assassin's League is powerful, but I am more convinced by what I see with my own eyes!"

Talia looked at him fearlessly, and finally Strange took a step back, ending the confrontation.

"Okay, I admit that I underestimated that policeman, but..." Strange looked at the incubator, with a strange look in his eyes, "...I did underestimate him."

This corpse with a distorted face, burst internal organs, and even burst blood vessels gave Strange too many doubts and shocks.

What kind of vitality can resist a strong poison that can kill someone in three seconds for 72 minutes, and even stop the bleeding on its own and show a tendency to heal even when bleeding heavily?

"Give me the information about that person."

Talia reached out for it, the Assassin's League's plan had already been launched, and no unexpected events were allowed.

If there is, get rid of it!

"Naemu, the senior detective of the Arkham Police Department, I have prepared one for you. Also, I would like to ask, is the Pool of Saralu real?" Strange turned around and asked.

Walking to the other side, picking up the information bag and pouring out the photos and documents inside, Talia hesitated for a moment when she heard this.

"It's true! But it only works in the Salalu Pool. The Immortal Spring will lose its effect if it leaves the Salalu Pool."

Talia turned to look at Strange, "Once the Gotham Collapse Plan is completed, you will be eligible to enter the Salaru Pool and become the successor of the Assassin's League."

Strange nodded and watched Talia leave.

Then, he turned to look at the corpse in the incubator and said thoughtfully: "There is more than just the Saralu Pool in this world."

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"Catch him, don't let him escape!"

A gang member holding a pistol fired three shots at the fleeing figure in front of him.

Bang bang bang...!

The panicked figure hid in an alley, and a group of gang members chased after Fireball.

"Jot! Are you seeing things?" A gang member holding a submachine gun rushed into the alley, only to see a long dead end. He shouted in surprise: "Where are the people?"

"I'm not mistaken. It's that clown. The Romans have offered a reward of 10 million for him! 10 million!"

Joet's face flushed red, and he was completely aroused by this sky-high reward. This was even more exciting than when he was high on a woman.

Ten million, this is a number that these middle and low-level gang members would never dare to imagine in their lifetime!

Where is that damn green-haired guy, the money changer from the circus? Where is it?

Several people quickly ran into the alley, searching everywhere for the clown's traces. Although they had no talent for tracking him down, they were tempted by the huge reward.

It was a trash can. They both rummaged through it twice, and just as Joet, holding a pistol, lifted the lid of one side of the trash can.

The clown hiding in the trash can stood up first. George looked at the clown's pale skin, funny red lips, and dark green hair, and his face suddenly showed joy.

At this moment, a knife stabbed into his neck. It was a cheap three-cent knife, not even worth using to rob, but it took his life.

The warm blood flowed down his collar like water, soaking his suit.

He wanted to shout a warning, but the clown covered his mouth with his hand, making him unable to make any sound and he could only stare with his eyes wide open.

All his strength flowed out with the blood, and when the gun in his hand fell, the clown caught it.

"Good boy, go to bed early."

The clown said with a grin, pulling out the knife, causing a stream of warm blood to splash onto the clown's face.

After licking the blood drop on his lips, the clown shouted excitedly: "Let Uncle Jack see who is still awake!"

This sound startled several people around, but the clown held the pistol, pulled the trigger, and shouted crazily:

"Good, obedient baby, lie down and go to sleep! The bad baby who hasn't gone to sleep yet...should be punished!"

Bang bang bang bang...!

Every time the clown's gun barrel trembled, a flower of blood bloomed on a gang member's body and the sound of gunfire echoed around.

Click, the bullet is empty.

The clown put the barrel of the gun close to his eyes, looked at the dark rifling inside, shook it twice, and shrugged helplessly:

"It seems that American products are not easy to use either."

More than half of the gang members in the alley were killed or injured in the gunfire just now. The only one left hid behind a trash can and dared not show his head.

The clown jumped out of the trash can, bent down to pick up the lid on the ground, put it back on, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Picking up a submachine gun on the ground and loading it, the clown looked up at the sky and said to himself: "What should the bad baby do?"

"Should... extract teeth! I hate extracting teeth! But..." The clown turned his head and looked at the gang member hiding behind the trash can, grinning and shouting: "Bad baby likes to extract teeth!"

The gang members hiding behind the trash can heard the rumors and became anxious and angry. Finally, they gritted their teeth, stood up, raised their guns and pulled the trigger.

"You bitch clown! Die!!!"

The bullets fired from the submachine gun in his hand were like a metal storm, sweeping away everything in the alley.

There were broken bottles, wooden boards, bricks, flying scraps of paper, and banging tin trash cans.

Click, the bullets were all used up, the gang members gasped for breath, and looked ahead in horror. There was no... no clown!

"Oh, poor bad baby, leave it to Uncle Jack, Uncle Jack will make you a good baby!"

A clown holding a submachine gun appeared from the side and pressed the barrel of the gun against the gangster's cheek. As the man looked terrified and begging for mercy, the clown shook his head pitifully.

"Don't worry, Uncle Jack will help you..."

The trigger was pulled and the submachine gun fired bullets, and a series of "pop, pop, pop" sounds were heard as the leather bag filled with water was broken.

The gangster's face, teeth, tongue, and skin were all shattered by bullets, turning into sticky red blood plasma that splattered on the wall, like a thick layer of red paint.

With a plop, the body fell to the ground. The clown took the submachine gun, rubbed it on his face, and said compassionately: "Look, the good baby is sleeping so well..."

"what!!!"

A panicked voice came from a broken door in the alley. It was a businessman in a tattered suit. He heard the gunshots and came over to take a look.

But this one glance scared him...

Just as he covered his mouth, prayed to God for protection, and quietly left, the sound of a gunshot came...

The bullets fired from the submachine gun penetrated the dilapidated wooden door directly, leaving round bullet holes on it.

However, in just two seconds, the clown's submachine gun was out of bullets, and he reached out and pushed open the door.