American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Miaomu pushed open the door of the sewage treatment workshop, and as soon as he stepped in, he let out a scream.

Then, with a thud, he fell backwards with his arms and legs spread out, and Miaomu's eyes almost popped out of his head in pain.

"That bastard threw the marbles!!!"

Miaomu covered his back and stood up with a grim face. The ground was covered with glass marbles and there was no place to step.

He kicked twice and cleared out a place to stand.

Miaomu glared, raised his hand angrily and grasped the hexagram around his neck, and the Eye of Truth effect was activated.

"Gordon! Where are you?"

Miao Mu took out his pistol and walked inside while pressing his feet to the ground and kicking away the glass marbles.

The workshop was not small, with large machines and pipes in the middle, and they stationed seven people from the Serious Crime Unit here.

But... Naegi didn't see a single person!

"Gordon!"

Miaomu's voice echoed in the workshop, and the people covered under the canvas cried out when they heard it.

There was a bulge under the canvas. Miaomu kicked away the glass marbles on the ground and ran over, but he still glanced around vigilantly.

He checked the canvas again, pulled a folding fruit knife from his pocket, and cut a hole in it.

He didn't want to bet on the clown's evil taste. The canvas was torn open and all the people in the serious crime team were there. They didn't die, but they were not in a good condition either.

The one tied up in the middle and whimpering was Rena Montoya, a female detective from the serious crime squad. The Joker even considerately drew a cross on her head with a red pen.

Naegi didn't pull the tape on Reina's mouth, but just looked at the explosives tied to her body with an awkward expression.

The colorful lights flashed like a cheap toy, and there was a green gift box.

"Fuck..." Miaomu cursed, took out a knife and opened the lid of the box. No spring-loaded gloves popped out.

Instead, it was a more complex and sophisticated explosive pack, with several wires wrapped in black tape in the middle.

This is obviously explosives, but how do we dismantle it?

"Love...Edward, can you defuse explosives?"

Miao Mu asked hurriedly. The first thing he wanted to do when he saw the explosives was to run away, but that would seem very irresponsible.

But, the Joker's explosives... are notoriously heartless.

"Let me see, take out your cell phone!" Nygma shouted loudly, and Miaomu quickly took out his cell phone.

Nygma lay on the computer screen, looking at the bomb through the camera of his mobile phone, and hesitated for a few seconds.

"Take out the explosive pack inside..."

Naegi hesitated for a moment, but still believed in the Riddler's judgment. He carefully reached out and took out the explosive wrapped in tape.

The corner of Nygma's mouth twitched in front of the screen.

"It's potatoes... damn it."

"What?" Miaomu was stunned when he heard this. He picked up the explosives and took a closer look. It was a potato. The sprouts were coming out.

"Fuck! You scared me to death!"

Miaomu tore off the tape. What kind of explosives was that? It was just wires and tape tied to potatoes.

This is a fucking scam!

"Get lost!" Miaomu threw the potatoes on the ground, cut the rope with a knife, and asked sternly: "Where is Gordon?"

Lena reached out and pulled off the tape on her face, and quickly shouted: "Gordon was arrested! It was that reporter!"

"I knew it!" Miaomu turned around and ran out.

With a bang, the iron door that was pushed open when I came in was closed, and the machines that treated sewage were also started.

The sewage gurgled out.

"What a joke!!!"

With a loud bang, a dent was kicked out on the outside of the iron gate. Miaomu took two steps back, jumped up again, and kicked it.

The iron gate shook twice, and the ground was covered with dirty water. Lena took a knife and cut the ropes for others.

"Miaomu, don't worry, Otis is there!" Nygma shouted loudly, and used the communicator to mobilize other people.

"I'm not in a hurry..." Miaomu said lightly, but when he looked up at the wires on the wall next to him that were sparking.

"I'm not in a fucking hurry!!!"

The dirty water was up to his ankles. Miaomu kicked and banged on the iron gate, making a series of loud noises.

With a bang, the iron door was smashed open and the power in the workshop went out. Nygma asked Otis to turn off the main switch.

The power outage was not only here, but everywhere around, and it was pitch black. There were some places with lights on...

There are lights on the roof of the building next to the sewage treatment plant...

"Team C? Can you hear me?"

Miao Mu looked at the rooftop, took out the pager and asked.

"The Joker is up there. I'll find a way to shut down his live stream first!" Nygma's voice rang out from the headset.

Miaomu quickly ran towards the building. It was pitch black all around him, and he could hear the sounds of mice running and squeaking.

Otis, wearing a waterproof leather jacket and a gas mask on his face, ran over carrying a hunting fork.

"The clown is on the roof! Don't take the stairs!"

Otis shouted to Naegi, then raised his hand and whistled. An explosion instantly occurred on the stairs on the second floor, and the glass on the window was shattered.

From the rooftop, the clown's terrifying laughter could be heard.

"Hahahahahaha, sorry, I'm so happy." The clown, wearing an oversized suit, swayed from side to side with laughter.

The grey striped suit looked out of place on him, like a sack, empty and too big.

The Joker covered his face with his hands, looked at the camera, and shouted excitedly: "Gotham, hello! Hahaha!"

"By the way, who is this clown?" The clown smiled and pulled Sheriff Gordon, who was tied up like a dumpling, over.

The green wig on Gordon's head was stapled to his forehead by the Joker with a stapler. His face looked as white as if it had been rubbed with putty, like a sculpture. Fortunately, his glasses had not been taken off.

"Tsk tsk tsk, let's see who this ridiculous clown is." The clown shook his head, took out the police badge from his pocket, stuck out his tongue, put a little saliva on his finger, and opened the police badge.

"Look, look, this is Sheriff Gordon, James Gordon!" The Joker stared and smiled, turned his head, shook his head and clicked his tongue a few times, as if he was looking at a hopeless guy.

"Why don't you smile?" The Joker blinked and looked at Gordon whose mouth was taped, wondering why he wasn't smiling.

On the other side of the camera...

At the Gotham TV headquarters, all the staff members stood there and watched the live broadcast.

"Director, what should we do now?" A staff member looked at the TV station director who was wearing a suit and had a bulging belly.

The task they received was to broadcast the clown's image live to attract the real clown to come over, but it really passed by!

The station director took a puff of his cigar, looking like a nouveau riche from the countryside, and frowned, "How are the ratings?"

"It's already 13%. At this time, we are already in the top three." said the staff on the other side.

"Then continue broadcasting. Let Big Mouth Tojie prepare the script. We want to get the first place in the ratings tonight!"

"If the sheriff had died a more tragic death, perhaps our ratings would have been even higher."

The director said it without reservation, after all, for them, ratings, audience and data are the hard facts.

As for the life and death of the police...it's none of their business.

Gordon, who didn't know that he had been sacrificed, was struggling violently. Unfortunately, the handcuffs on his wrists were not ropes that could be cut by glass.

His struggle also made the Joker react. He knocked his fingers on his forehead, thought for a while, took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at Gordon.

At this moment, Gordon didn't dare to move anymore, and the Joker showed a happy smile on his face.

"Dear Chief Inspector Gordon, do you have anything to say?"

The clown tilted his head, put his hands to his ears, and nodded his head as if he had really heard something.

Gordon cursed the Joker's ancestors in his heart and said, "If you have the guts, tear off the tape on my mouth!"

"So that's it, you're a bad baby, oh, don't worry, Uncle Jack will help you!"

The Joker pointed the gun upwards with a smile, and the building below his feet exploded with a bang. The Joker was so scared that he staggered left and right. He quickly took out an oxygen mask from his pocket and put it on, taking a few deep breaths.

"I was so scared, I thought it was..."

Before he could finish his words, the clown saw a group of rats rushing up the stairs.

"Wow, so many roast geese!" The clown laughed excitedly, took out a submachine gun from his clothes, and pulled the trigger towards that direction.