[Comprehensive British and American] The vest system of the son of hell

The Joker was sent back by Batman just two hours after leaving Arkham.

After receiving Batman's call, the dean couldn't help but wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Mr. Batman, fortunately, you found out in time to prevent the clown from causing unimaginable damage to Gotham..."

"Take a good look at him."

Batman didn't say much, handed the Joker to the Arkham guards and was about to leave.

At this time, Matthew, who was riding Batman's ride back to Arkham, suddenly stood up and said to Batman, "I think you should also stay in Arkham for treatment."

"I?"

"Yes."

Batman smiled, his sexy chin drew a charming arc: "Young man, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know, but I still stick to my opinion."

Matthew looked at Batman uncompromisingly: "You, like him, are high-risk elements in Gotham City, and you should stay in Arkham for treatment."

"If I have time, I will seriously consider your suggestion, but not now. I have more important things to deal with right now."

While speaking, Batman disappeared into the night.

The dean, whose heart was beating wildly, quickly reprimanded Matthew and said, "You are too bold! Did you know that he can put you directly in the Arkham Mental Hospital?"

Matthew: "He wouldn't do that."

"but--"

"I know he won't."

Matthew repeated.

At this time, the clown who was about to be led into the iron gate by the prison guards suddenly laughed loudly: "Yes! He won't! You know! I know! We all know! Because we are—"

Before he finished speaking, the iron door fell, interrupting the clown's crazy words.

The dean looked at Matthew in horror: "Who the hell are you?"

He remembered that he had never received a resume for a job application named Matthew Fast Constantine, nor had he sent any invitations to a psychologist recently.

and so--

This Matthew Fast Constantine...

"I'm Matthew Fast Constantine, a newly recruited psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. Your signature is on my entry letter."

Matthew said with a smile, his eyes synchronized with the devil reflected the light of hell.

Looking at those eyes, the dean's confusion gradually dissipated, he nodded obediently, and said, "Yes, Matthew Fast Constantine, your entry letter has my signature..."

"so--"

A smile appeared on the corner of Matthew's lips: "The question has been answered, it's time for the dean to go back to the bedroom to rest."

"OK……"

The dean, whose soul was completely seized by the power of hell, turned quietly and returned to the bedroom.

After the dean left, Matthew also walked to his office in Arkham, preparing to squat on the sofa in the office for a while——

"Mutter..."

The moment the door was pushed open, Shark King's slightly cute and honest voice sounded.

Matthew looked up and saw King Shark was eating "snacks" on the sofa, and the flesh and blood fragments of the "snacks" fell all over the floor.

Matthew was speechless: "This is my office, you shouldn't eat here."

Shark King shook his head seriously and said, "Shark King likes this place."

Matthew: "..."

He guessed that Shark King swaggered out of the cell and walked into the office while the clown escaped from prison and caused a commotion.

As for the snacks being chewed by the Shark King——

Maybe it's Arkham's hapless guard, maybe some blind patient, who knows?

"The clown has returned, and you should return to your sleeping place."

Matthew, who didn't want to confront the Shark King with the blood of the ancient gods in the office closely monitored by Batman, said patiently to the Shark King.

"King Shark wants to eat before going to bed."

The stubborn Shark King with a lower IQ than the average human being eats "snacks" and emphasizes: "The Shark King likes you, you smell like him..."

"But I'm not him."

"The Shark King knows you are not him, the Shark King can tell you apart from him..." The Shark King grinned emphatically, "You are the Shark King's friend."

"Yes, I am a friend of King Shark."

Satisfied with King Shark's approval, Matthew acquiesced to King Shark staying in his office until the prison guard found King Shark in his office and took him away.

Of course, the prison guards did not forget to thank Matthew when they took the Shark King away, and at the same time reminded: "Doctor Matthew, the Shark King is a dangerous guy. You should maintain the necessary vigilance against him."

"I know he won't hurt me." Matthew shook his head.

The prison guards were speechless.

……

The commotion of the prison break made Arkham's employees highly nervous all night, and they all went home to sleep after changing shifts at dawn.

Matthew is no exception.

The cost of using the "March Hare" vest made him so hungry that when he saw the Shark King sitting on the sofa eating "snacks", not only did he not feel sick, but he even wanted to ask the Shark King to swallow it with a leg The urge to go down.

Although he eventually suppressed the urge.

After clocking out of get off work, Matthew immediately rushed to the nearest block restaurant, and ordered food for ten people in one go. After encountering the strange stares of the waiter, he added nonchalantly: "One meal, nine takeaway."

"Reheating in the microwave will affect the taste of the food. I suggest that you and your friends still—"

"They don't mind," Matthew said.

The temporary body can't taste the food at all, and eating is only to fill the hunger of the hollowed out body and obtain the energy to drive the super vest.

"But--"

"do not mind……"

Matthew emphasized again, deliberately showing the Arkham badge of the white coat on his arm to the waiter.

"I... I... I see..."

The waiter turned pale immediately, and shoved the plate to Matthew tremblingly: "Sir, these are the foods you asked to eat."

"thanks……"

Matthew, who was so hungry that a big hole was torn inside his body, took the plate, sat down nearby, rolled up the pasta with a fork, and gobbled it up.

The waiter was shaking with fear.

When the nine portions of takeaway food were cooked and packaged, the waiter who was strong and calm hurried away this handsome young man related to Arkham, and called the police: "Mr. Police, I am in an emergency..."

After half an hour—

Sitting on a bench by the side of the road, Matthew, who temporarily relieved his hunger after eating a meal for nine people, was surrounded by police cars.

More than a dozen police officers with live ammunition shouted at him: "Raise your hands!"

Matthew raised his hand obediently.

After all, this is Gotham.

An ordinary person walking on the road may turn into a criminal and shoot the whole scene, so the police are always ready to shoot any suspicious elements in the crime city.

He is not afraid of being shot, but he doesn't want to be discovered by Batman now that he is an "ordinary person" full of gun holes and able to walk normally——

Well, if that happens, he'll remember to throw the pot at John Constantine!