Don't take my blame [comprehensive British and American]

The transformed Batmobile is shuttling through every corner of Gotham. The dark car blends perfectly with the darkness, and it can only be found when it runs under the light.

Today is the monthly charity meeting of the Wayne Group. As the person on duty, Bruce should have presided over the overall situation at the scene. Just half an hour ago, he suddenly received news from Ah Fu. He left the banquet for a reason, without even asking what happened, the dark blue suit he just wore at the banquet was still inside the batsuit.

Who would have thought that the playboy of Gotham during the day would become the dark knight of Gotham at night, maintaining the law and order of the entire city.

However, being Batman is the true face of Bruce Wayne.

"Afu, what happened?"

On the other side of the headset, the aged butler spoke in a standard English accent: "Master Bruce, Commissioner Gordon called just now, saying that someone was making trouble in Arkham, and the clown took advantage of the chaos to escape."

Bruce frowned: "Who made trouble?"

"That's where it got confusing, the guards said they hadn't seen the little girl."

"little girl?"

"Yes, Master Bruce, she seems to have appeared out of thin air, and she seems to be a mutant, her abilities are tricky."

Bruce was silent for two seconds: "Did you watch the surveillance?"

"Director Gordon is still on his way to Arkham, but I heard that the surveillance didn't see anything."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't go into details about this, Master Bruce will go and see for himself." After a pause, Ah Fu's voice hesitated, "There is one more thing, Master Bruce."

"what?"

"I heard that someone caught Penguin who was smuggling goods at the docks tonight, but... that shipment is missing."

Whether Gotham has a new criminal or a vigilante, no one can say for sure.

He was driving the Batmobile at high speed, kicked up a cloud of dust, and passed by some police cars parked on the side of the road. The policeman in the car stretched his head lazily and took a look. He saw that it was the Batmobile, but he didn't seem to have seen it. She shrank back and continued to bite the supper she just bought by the roadside.

Just when Bruce suddenly wanted to speed up, he suddenly heard the slow voice of the elderly butler, "Master Bruce, the driving is irregular, the relatives are crying, and the enemy is smiling."

Bruce Everyday Overdrive Wayne:  …

Suddenly, he felt a vibration on the mobile phone next to him. It was his private number.

[Stark: I didn't expect that Gotham, where you are so outstanding, still has a cutie, oh, of course I didn't mean you, don't get me wrong. :)]

Bruce took a look and threw it back.

Bruce has long been used to this old friend's sarcasm from time to time, and usually he just ignores such words.

After all, it is impossible to get along well with people who are the same.

When he arrived at Arkham, the prison guard at the gate was not surprised to see him.

Batman is already very familiar with Arkham. After all, most of the criminals were sent in by him, and those prison guards are used to seeing him.

Approaching the surveillance room, Director Gordon lowered his head and held his chin with one hand, watching the surveillance video with a serious face.

Hearing footsteps, Gordon looked up and saw Batman in pitch black, and was relieved.

"Good evening Batman, you're finally here."

Batman nodded slightly, very cold, Gordon didn't care about his reaction, and moved slightly away from the position of the monitor.

"How? See that mutant girl?" Batman's processed voice was low and hoarse, with a touch of electronic sound.

Gordon sighed, lifting his chin to let him see for himself.

Batman strode over to the computer.

"How could this be?" The pupils tightened rapidly, the brows under the mask were knit together, the thin lips exposed were tightly pressed, and the firm chin retracted.

The surveillance video was broadcasting until the petite girl stood on her tiptoes, opening and closing her pink and full lips facing the monitor.

The girl didn't say anything, but Batman, who was familiar with lip language, still understood what the girl meant.

'Hey, big, home, okay, ah, you, you, are, yes, stupid, what. '

They couldn't see the girl's face clearly on the screen. No matter how they zoomed in, they could only see a blurry layer covering the girl's face like a mosaic.

"It's crazy! She must be an accomplice of the clown!" Gordon slammed the table.

The sudden sound made the little prison guard on the side tremble in fright. Fearing that the chief would dismiss him in a rage, he tried his best to shrink his body and minimize his existence.

Batman stared at the surveillance video, watching the girl's every move very carefully.

According to her body shape, the girl should be underage, looking only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Is there any other footage on the surveillance? You have to hear the sound clearly." Batman looked at the prison guard at the side with a low voice.

"Yes... One of our companions had a conversation with her and was injured by her."

The prison guard's words reminded Gordon.

"You should have had close contact with her, but didn't you see her clearly?"

The young prison guard shook his head: "We didn't pay attention at the time, and later realized that we didn't see her face clearly."

"Hush!" Batman raised his index finger in front of his lips, and the girl's voice was clearly played in the surveillance video.

'So he's called the clown, but I didn't take him away, he's so annoying. '

The girl's voice was soft and waxy, and she seemed to be coquettish when she spoke. Batman noticed a feature. She spoke with a French accent.

Her voice is very recognizable, and this feature is very important.

He continued to watch all the surveillance videos tonight, and the girl's face was always blurred.

The surveillance video shows that the girl appeared out of thin air outside the clown's cell. Batman noticed the change in the girl's expression from confusion at the beginning to the later change. Her waving arms seemed to be wrestling with something. This girl's fighting ability is very standard , must have received professional training.The opening and closing of her lips should be talking to someone, everyone looked at her nervous movements but couldn't laugh at all.

This girl seems to have a lot of abilities that they don't know about.

Looking at the girl's blurred face, he didn't allow any variables in Gotham that he couldn't control, even if she was just an underage girl.

Thinking of this, Batman finally remembered the Joker who also escaped from prison.

"Did she appear from the clown's cell? Take me to see."

Before he reached the clown's cell, he saw half of the crumbling iron door from a distance, and the other half fell to the ground.The impact generated when the iron gate fell caused the dust on the ground to scatter around, and even the nearby walls were shaken off a lot.

Batman knelt down and touched the broken cut, it was very neat, as if it had been chopped off.

But this is not a wooden door, but an iron door with a thickness of half a meter. What kind of weapon and strength can achieve this level.

In the surveillance video, there was no weapon in the girl's hands from the beginning to the end. She pushed the door lightly and it became like this.

This is not something that can be done by brute force at all, she is indeed a mutant.

Stepping through the gate and approaching the dark cell, a young prison guard fell to the ground with twisted body and was breathless. His neck was twisted by someone. His face was full of panic and defense. The room was wide open, and the smell of blood in the cell was extremely pungent.

It was clearly seen at the scene that the clown broke the prison guard's neck, and then used his key to open the handcuffs and the cell door.

But he didn't rush to leave, but...

Batman put his eyes on the wall of the cell. On the wall was a smiling face drawn with dark red blood. The corners of his mouth were greatly cracked, just like the clown himself. There was also the word "preparation" written next to the smiling face.

Horror and spooky.

This is the usual bad taste of clowns.

It was obviously a familiar operation, but Batman saw a hint of excitement in it.

Different from the past, the excitement belongs exclusively to the clown.

What is the clown excited about?

Because of jailbreak?Or for some other reason?

A possibility came to Batman's mind.

that girl.

He looked back at the prison guard next to him. "Where did the clown go after he escaped from the cell?"

"We were in a mess because of that girl, and by the time we found out, the clown had disappeared."

Batman fixed his eyes on the dark red writing on the wall.

Prepare......

What is the clown going to do?

The clown is very good at hiding. If he hadn't shown himself before, he wouldn't have been able to find him.

But... a pretty girl with a French accent is still easy to find in Gotham.

This mutant girl is full of variables and attracts clowns.

Can't keep her in Gotham.

......

The night sky in Gotham is always cloudy, with a gray mist covering the entire city.

Walking on the street, looking at the towering Gothic weird buildings all around, and the intricate rail traffic overhead.

At this time, the culprit who had plunged Gotham into chaos had already had supper.

You know, the food in the real world is really delicious, when she was in the game...

Oh, she's an NPC and doesn't need to eat from it.

The taste and presence of food is a mass of data, without a sense of reality, she knows what they taste like, but she has never really felt it.

For the first time, she knew that eating was such a joy.

The steak is medium rare and still juicy, and it is served with a pizza with a lot of ingredients and long strings of cheese.

Sienna narrowed her eyes happily.

The real world is so good, there are handsome and kind angels and delicious food, she fell in love with the real world a little bit.

Or... don't fix the game, just live in the real world like this.

Anyway, the task has no time limit, hehe.

The idea in my mind has just taken root, and it hasn't waited for it to bear fruit.

A line of red words suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and the words kept flickering.

[The defected NPC appears, please pay attention! ! 】