[Comprehensive] Refined dollar bills

That's right, the two are undercover agents sent by Ajax.After he found out the identity of Marnie Dole, he thought about taking the little lucky cat home, but because she had been going back and forth between home and school obediently, he couldn't do anything.

After learning that she was going to Gotham, Ajax planted two undercover agents in Gotham, secretly waiting for the Lucky Cat to come.

It's a pity that although Marnie came to the door automatically, the opponent didn't seize the opportunity. If they return without success at this time, their fate may be the same as that of the last Ajax teammate - kicked off the helicopter by him.

Bungee jumping without safety measures, one bungee jumping, end of life.Are you nervous?Is it irritating?

They are refusing.

Just when they were still thinking about how to get Marnie Doller, they suddenly received a call.

"Hello?" the operator, psychopath A, said in a stiff voice, "welcome to call Arkham. If you have a neuropathy around you, please shoot him to death. Thank you for your cooperation."

Gordon on the opposite side was choked suddenly: "Is this how you work?"

——Gordon thought Arkham was in the hands of the government, how amazing.

Although this is not the case, the two guys here had to do a good job on the surface, so they softened their voices and said flatteringly: "Hey, I'm just kidding, don't take it to heart."

"It's a joke that both parties find funny, but the patient doesn't think so," Gordon said earnestly, before reporting himself, "I'm Detective Gordon from the Gotham Police Department, and we have half an hour to arrive in Acre Mu Lunatic Asylum, please prepare to let us go."

"Okay, okay." Psychopath A said hastily, and then asked, "What are you here to inspect? We can prepare the venue in advance."

"Well..." Gordon paused, "It's about the two suspected mentally ill citizens who were published in the newspaper today. I brought them to Arkham to confirm certain situations, oh yes—" Gordon reminded, " You don't need to prepare anything, I just want to see the current situation of Arkham."

Neuropathy A fully agreed, hung up the phone in a trance, and after thinking about it, he made a fist, grabbed his colleague Neuropathy B and cheered: "The beckoning cat is back!"

Psychopath B couldn't believe it: "They're back? Are they not afraid of death!"

"Who knows!" Psychopath A said excitedly, "No matter what this time, we have to find a way to keep her in Arkham, just insist that she is a patient of Arkham Asylum."

"Is this method feasible?" Psychopath B hesitated, "What if he brings thugs with him again?"

"In broad daylight, do they still want to harm our lives?" Neuropathy A was full of confidence, "No problem, we can do it."

Well, you say it will be done.

After a while, Gordon took Marnie and her friends to Arkham.

"I thought you were going to check the situation yourself..." Marnie looked helpless, "We're planning to go to the orphanage for business."

"That's no good. You can't go anywhere until the suspicion is cleared." Although Gordon said such terrible words, he didn't feel any sinister at all. Instead, he looked like an uncle next door. He walked in front and paused. Glancing back, "Bruce Wayne came in person, for his sake, I have to clean up your suspicions as soon as possible."

Bruce Wayne again...

The three of them looked at each other two by two, and a wonderful atmosphere spread in their eyes. Bruce, who was following behind, remained motionless, still handsome, handsome and charming.

"Marnie," he said gently from behind, "I'll take you to the orphanage later, don't worry."

Marnie expressed her displeasure, and turned her head arrogantly: "No need, thank you, Dad told me not to deal with bad people."

"You still have dad?" Bruce was taken aback, "I thought it was incredible enough that you had friends."

Marnie felt that she had been stabbed in the chest, why should she hurt her pride?

Wade and Peter walked together, and the two discussed other things by themselves.

Peter asked worriedly: "I said, I don't think this mental hospital is normal."

"Of course it's not normal," Wade replied in a low voice, "I suspect this is Ajax's territory."

Peter's eyes widened immediately: "Why?"

"Because I think their target is the silly beckoning cat," Wade thought seriously, rubbing his chin, "but there are very few people who know that beckoning cats are beckoning cats, except for the day I personally told you I can't think of anyone other than Jax."

"Wait—" Peter looked at him seriously, "You told Ajax yourself?"

"Quick mouth," Wade rolled his eyes, "Please, it's like when everyone pees, whose [beep--] is bigger, mine [beep--] is bigger, I'll show it off, It's not a big deal."

"Don't mess with metaphors, Marnie is not some [beep——], let alone your [beep——]." Peter rolled his eyes, "And you tell Ajax like that, you are looking for Marnie Trouble."

Speaking of this, Wade seemed a little guilty: "I will protect her, but I think Ajax must not have come to Gotham in person, otherwise he would have personally fought last night instead of letting us escape easily. "

"I don't know anything about it, don't tell me about it," Peter said angrily, not wanting to recall what happened the night he was treated as a corpse, "Even so, I don't think you can expose Marnie's ability, You know, what she can do now is getting more and more exaggerated, what if someone covets her ability and takes her away?"

"That's why we protect her well," Wade patted him on the shoulder seriously, "Let's work hard together, shall we?"

Peter: "...why drag me into the water."

"Don't you like lucky cats? Is it a burden for you to protect the person you like?" Wade educated, "You can't catch up with girls like this."

"Two different things," Peter said, pushing his arm away from his shoulders, "I don't think you're doing it right."

"Okay, I admit my mistake..."

Seeing Wade and Peter whispering together, Marnie didn't really want to intervene. After all, she didn't know what scary sentences Wade would say from time to time. She wanted to protect her ears and pure heart.

Of course, the gentleman Bruce would not put the lady in an awkward position, so he walked up to her with a slightly larger step, and seeing that she wanted to avoid it, he said gently: "The dean mentioned you when he passed away. .”

Sure enough, this sentence made Marnie take back her pretentious steps honestly, and asked out of curiosity: "He mentioned me? How rare, I thought my sense of existence was very low."

"No, just based on your ability to pick up money, your sense of presence will not be low," Bruce said without hesitation, and then found Marnie giving him a sad look, as if she hated being judged so bluntly , So he remedied: "What's more, it is because of your arrival that the dean has the ability to cure his eyes and regain his health."

This is about the fact that she was carrying dollar bills when she first appeared in the orphanage.

Marnie said embarrassedly: "I don't even know if that is true, but since the dean remembered me because of this, I still feel very honored. After all, the dean is really a good person."

She murmured like this. In her memory, when the entire orphanage was isolating her (maybe she was isolating the entire orphanage? It’s been a long time and I can’t remember clearly, but she feels that she is so kind, she will definitely not do anything to isolate others This kind of stupid thing), only the dean accompanied her.

Marnie has never felt the kind of warmth like Santa Claus ever since.

Although she now knows that Santa Claus is fake, but the good intentions are true and will not change.

"What did the dean say about me?" Marnie finally relaxed her vigilance, looking like his old friend again.

Bruce smiled and said, "Although I don't know very well, I heard from others that the dean wanted to see you very much at that time, saying that he wanted to tell you a secret."

"What's the secret?" Marnie asked subconsciously, and then suddenly realized, "I see, the dean must have wanted to tell me that I was sent to the orphanage by aliens."

Bruce: "..." There is no way to talk today.

He looked at Marnie helplessly before saying: "Marnie, I hope you take this matter seriously."

"I'm serious, I'm really serious," Marnie frowned, "It's because you don't believe me, I said I can hear money talking, it's true, I said I can feel the existence of money Really, or you look to your left now—”

Bruce subconsciously turned his head in the direction Marnie pointed.

There lay a bill.

"The eyesight is very good." He commented calmly, determined to defend his strong worldview and reject all theories related to metaphysics.

Marnie gave him a reproachful look, and then said indifferently, "That's why Rachel doesn't like you."

That's enough, don't mention this matter anymore, or I will hit you.

But there is a saying called fighting poison with poison.

Luckily, Bruce thought, now that he heard the name Rachel, he wouldn't feel as if he had asthma as before.

Still, he didn't want to thank Marnie Doller, she was a sinner.

Under the constant negotiations of Inspector Gordon, the group has obtained the qualification to enter Arkham.So the few people stopped chatting and shut their mouths, waiting for the moment when Arkham was opened.

Of course, they are not expecting to see a swarm of mental patients, but a swarm of counterfeit banknotes.

With such a beautiful wish, several people kept their eyes open and prepared to be blinded. As the door slowly opened, two people appeared inside, namely the psychopath A and B in the monitoring room just now...

The most important thing is that Arkham is very tidy, there is not even a scrap of paper, let alone counterfeit money.

Marnie's face turned pale.

"I'm not lying," she said sullenly.

The meaningful eyes of several people moved away. Peter wanted to go over to comfort Marnie, expressing his unconditional trust in her, but saw Bruce Wayne standing next to Marnie stretch out his hand and pat her on the head lightly.

"Marnie, I don't want to hit you," he said in a more adult tone, "but you have to understand that not everyone in this world is willing to believe in you, it has nothing to do with your ability or personal charm, anyone It’s going to happen like this.”

He withdrew his hand. Although his voice did not fluctuate, the concern in his tone was undoubtedly revealed.

"So, if you want us to believe you, you must show evidence, don't stand there cowardly, like a child, repeating that you are not lying."

He said: "You are no longer a child, this society is an adult society."

Marnie pursed her lips tightly. Of course she knew that she was no longer a child, she just...she just wasn't good at handling such an embarrassing situation.

But calm down.

Marnie thought to herself, then raised her head and said firmly to Inspector Gordon who was full of inquiry: "According to the last time we have been here for more than twelve hours, if someone wants to hide these banknotes, it is not impossible possible."

She glanced at the psychopaths A and B next to her meaningfully, and said, "I hope you can search the entire lunatic asylum."

"Impossible," Gordon refused without hesitation, "We don't have the qualifications, let alone the police force."

"I know..." Marnie thought for a while, then gritted her teeth, "I'm asking where we should find the money."

Gordon frowned: "Ask who?"

Marnie replied solemnly: "Ask for money."

...Ask for money?You really are fucking crazy.

Marnie looked fearless, you idiots, it's time to open your eyes.

The psychopaths A and B next to her also cheered up—see if she can do such an evil thing. If she can, then Ajax's guess that she can make money must be true.

In Arkham Asylum, under the circumstances that Marnie knew nothing about, the undercurrent was surging.