[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

Boring.

Gotham is raining tonight.

The black rainwater hit the window lattice behind Joward coldly.

The bedroom was dimly lit.

Hugo stared at him, spread his hands on both sides of his body, indicating that he was harmless, and then said slowly: "Son, be more patient. If you want to enter Arkham, you must make preparations in advance."

Joward: "Like, sir?"

Hugo: "Like gas masks and body armor. Arkham just went through melee not too long ago, and I'm not sure if the scarecrow's gas would work—and if you don't mind, I need to make a call to your father."

Hugo Strange, after all, is one of Gotham's ruthless characters.Although he is old, it doesn't mean that he can be played and applauded by a half-child.

Hannibal's medical files are worth a thousand dollars to a fanatical psychiatrist like Hugo; but if the files don't exist from the beginning, it's better to be shot and destroyed if he is asked to open his way to that ghostly place in Arkham die.

The black-haired youth didn't say yes, nor did he say no.When Hugo acquiesced, he turned his body slowly and picked up the phone in the bedroom.

Hannibal is currently being held at the Baltimore Central Jail.He was sentenced to life in prison for nine lifetimes—a gimmick that the news media at the time loved.

Life imprisonment can still be commuted. The sentencing of 9 lifetimes means that he will stay in prison until he dies of old age.

But sometimes, Hugo wasn't sure who the people were being held.

He has been keeping an eye on Hannibal's news.The last prison guard who guarded him became a "cop killer".The last prison guard, who came home after get off work one day, committed suicide without warning.

Not to mention that during his nine months in prison, there were three riots in the Central Prison.

After several internal applications by the guards, Hannibal was transferred to a single cell with special soundproofing.

But this does not mean that his special status has declined.

Just like now, Hugo dialed the number of Baltimore Central Prison and asked to contact Hannibal urgently, and the operator did not even apply for a report, but immediately transferred.

"My old friend, you picked a good time—I was just going out."

Doctor Baltimore had a peculiar voice—neither lilting nor steady.When he talks to people, his voice will continue to stabilize in a comfortable frequency range, like a soft wool brush caressing the nerves.

Hugo began to think about the words.He didn't know how to express to him the meaning of "your good son raised his gun and invited me to Arkham" in a graceful and sideways way.

He turned around to look at Joward behind him, covered the microphone a little bit, and pretended to be relaxed: "Doctor Hannibal, why didn't you let me know in advance that you asked your adopted son to visit you?"

After he finished speaking, he deliberately paused, waiting for Hannibal's reaction to see if there would be any flaws.

Hannibal did pause for a second.

"Is Joe's performance still in line with etiquette?"

He smiled and threw back a question.

Hugo couldn't find anything, so he could only laugh at himself: "If visiting guests with a gun is the trend of contemporary young people, then I think I am indeed old. Doctor, have you left any important files in the Arkham Asylum? That place is now It's not easy to go, especially after the masked vigilantes disappeared last year, and there have been several battles there."

Hannibal bowed his head and rolled up his sleeves to look at his watch while listening.His face remained flat from beginning to end, with only one eyebrow raised higher and higher.

Hannibal: "—Yes. When I visited last time, I did leave an important file in Arkham's reference room... But I didn't instruct Joe to come to you."

Hugo was stunned, and looked at the forged letter: "Then..."

Hannibal lied for others without leaking: "A timid and self-willed boy, isn't he? Maybe the task of letting him enter Arkham alone to get the files for me is too difficult. Did he play some tricks on you, trying to coax You go with him?"

Most of Hugo's doubts were dispelled.

Hugo: "You are too alien, old friend... It is enough to tell me about this kind of thing."

When he was about to hang up, the gentle voice of the Baltimore doctor rang in his ears:

"Do me a favor—don't piss him off, and don't piss me off, please?"

Although Hugo and Hannibal call each other friends, but because of Hannibal's terrible IQ and control, the status of the two is unequal.

Hugo shivered for no reason, and replied, "Okay."

The Baltimore doctor hung up.

He stalked through the open cell door and walked out.

In the corridor are prisoners who are rioting, and prison guards who are crawling.The vision of doom brought by Brainiac made the riot even deadlier.

Hannibal walked leisurely into the crowd.

Like a giant shark, he dived back into the deep sea.

……

Joward followed Hugo to Arkham Asylum wearing body armor and a gas mask.

It's around 8pm.

This is the 10th hour since Brainiac went live for the first time.

Dachao's dormancy will end in the 12th hour.

His sleep time is a bit longer than other balls.As long as Dachao ends the dormancy, it means that all Qiuqiu can regain their combat power.

Before that, the task Joward gave himself was to ensure that the time points were sufficient again.

Healing America spent all of his points down to 247 in one fell swoop; but he never regretted the decision.

After the little spider went into hibernation, he bypassed Tonini and quietly came out to look for Hugo.

On the way here, Joe Ward used the system to detect his own injury: 24%, which is the degree of injury of his left hand fracture.

Gritting his teeth, he shot himself in the left leg with the shotgun he picked up.

That puts him at 52% injury level.

Then Joe Ward said to the system: "Heal me, 2-3."

It took him another 128 points to restore himself to full health and remove the splint and bandage from his left hand.

He didn't have time to take a closer look at the S-level mission [Arkham Slaughterhouse] when he was at the origin.Now in the heavy rain, he followed Hugo to the Arkham Asylum, and let the system read the mission details again by the way.

[S-rank mission: Arkham Slaughterhouse]

[Reward points: 26531]

【Number of people performing at the same time: 2】

[Number of assisters that can be carried: 0]

[Remarks: Points will not be deducted for failure of S-level missions.If the host dies during the mission, all existing points will be cleared, and the mission reward points will be increased by 10% of the dead host's existing points. 】

The last time I looked at this mission, the reward points were still a full 10000 points.

A few hours passed, and the number of people performing at the same time dropped sharply to only 2, and the reward points soared to 26531—excluding the reason why Gotham is extremely difficult to enter, the degree of danger of this mission can also be seen.

But he didn't intend to let himself think too much about useless things.

Hugo's plump body swayed within his shooting range.

The loss of the bat who knows Gotham best, coupled with the restriction that S-level missions are not allowed to bring assistants, made Joward fall into a great passivity.

So before accepting the task, he planned to let an authentic Gotham native, an Arkham psychiatrist, lead him to explore the way.

When he thinks the time is right, he can...

Gotham's icy rain poured down the neckline of his raincoat, making him a little more conscious.

He heard Hugo say ahead:

"If you had come a month earlier, your father's file might have been easier to get."

After speaking with Hannibal, Hugo's attitude towards him obviously changed a lot.

Joward said gently: "What happened a month ago, sir?"

Hugo: "Tch. I stopped working in Arkham the day Gotham fell, who knows what happened there. Probably gang fights again, but this one was huge, man, I heard they buried nearly million people."

Joward: "Who are they, sir?"

Hugo: "Bums, civilians, children...everyone."

Joward: "I thought Arkham Asylum would be mostly mentally ill and criminals."

Hugo: "That was when Batman was still around. You outsiders, you have no idea how much Gotham has changed in the past few months. That place was first transformed into a playground-haha, the madhouse was transformed into an amusement park How could anyone dare to go there!——It was discarded afterwards. I haven’t visited it, so it must have become a slum.”

Joward listened quietly in the rain.

The choice to go to Hugo first is the right one.Before he accepted the mission, he already had a rough guess about the goal of this mission.

Hugo deftly leads him around Gotham's mustering points and approaches Arkham Asylum.

In the icy rain, the dilapidated Arkham Asylum has no lights, like a silent dripping monster, quietly lurking in the night.

Joward: "System, if I start this S-level mission now, does Hugo count as my assistant? Is it a foul?"

System: "Not counting, host. 2-3 detected that he doesn't have a sincere desire to help you like your other assistants."

It paused, and continued: "2-3 recommends that you always beware of him, host."

After it earnestly suggested, it heard its host laugh in a low voice, which sounded a little sarcastic and a little sad.

Joe Ward: "So for me, he's actually quite convenient. Accept the mission, 2-3."

It was inconvenient to take out the phone on a rainy day. 2-3 directly created a floating screen in his field of vision, which clearly marked the map, the location of other hosts, and a familiar green navigation line.

Joward stood at the gate of Arkham with a gun in hand.

He saw two red dots representing other hosts on the map, one was stationary not far from the gate, and the other was rapidly approaching him.

Joe Ward: "Mr. Hugo, please wait a minute, please?"

He stood behind Hugo's body, waiting for another host to approach.

That host obviously managed to break through Gotham's defense line, and rushed all the way with sparks and lightning, ready to kill the other hosts who came to snatch this fat job first.

He saw two people on the ground at a glance; but on the map, there was only one red dot nearby representing the host, which gave him a little more time to make a judgment.

Just this second.

He was immediately hit by the anti-host weapon on Joward's watch. Before his system had time to sizzle, the person who lost the system fell like a sack and fell into the rain.

The host was still very calm: "System, draw a card."

Embarrassed silence.

Host: "...system???"

The hard barrel pressed against his head.

Hugo: "...ow, what are you doing?"

In the eyes of Hugo, who was not the host, it was Hannibal's adopted son who was walking behind. Suddenly, a passerby flew out in front of him and fell to the ground, and then he shot him in the head with a gun.

Such an unreasonable behavior, even if Hugo is the well-informed chief doctor of Arkham, at this moment he cursed secretly in his heart: What a disgusting little lunatic.

Joward whispered to the host: "Please leave here, this S-level mission is mine."

The strange host was also calm, looking at the barrel of the gun: "You must have cheated, I want to report you. It's not fair, everyone needs points, you can't just monopolize an S-level mission like this."

Joward: "I need points to save the world. How about you, sir?"