Gotham City.
Burnley District.
【17:00】
"Where are the two damned criminals!"
"They ran this way!"
"Chase, chase, chase!"
"Kill them!"
"Let the criminals die in Gotham City! Ahhhhhh —"
The streets were filled with people.
They were all armed with guns.
In the crowd, there were even a few tall and muscular men who were carrying portable rocket-propelled grenade launchers on their backs … which were also commonly known as RPG launchers.
This wave of attack was terrifying.
All the police cars in the city had already been mobilized to participate in the craziest crime eradication operation in Gotham City in the past 20 years.
The ear-piercing sound of the police sirens resounded throughout Burnley District.
"Hoo —"
Su Xiaosu carried Zhu Yun 'er, whose body was covered in blood, and hid in an empty alley.
She lurked noiselessly in the shadows of the alley.
Seeing the crowd and police cars passing by, she did not dare to move.
Su Xiaosu's hospital gown was also stained with blood.
Some of it came from Zhu Yun 'er, and some from herself.
But in the critical moment just now, although she was also hit by a few bullets, they did not hit her vital points, so she did not lose much HP.
Moreover, those bullets were stuck in Su Xiaosu's strong muscles. With a little bit of force, they were directly bounced out of her muscles. It was not a big deal.
On the other hand, Zhu Yun 'er …
Su Xiaosu lowered her head and looked at Zhu Yun 'er, who was in a daze. Zhu Yun' er, who was in her arms, seemed to be breathing more steadily.
This alley was a dead end.
There was no way out.
But …
Su Xiaosu silently walked to the end of the dead end.
She lifted her leg.
Bang, bang, bang.
— — As long as someone walked, that would be the way.
Suddenly.
Su Xiaosu lowered her head.
A hint of surprise flashed through his calm eyes.
Instinctively, she lifted Zhu Yun'er's sleeve to take a look. She saw that the bullet wound had mysteriously stopped bleeding. A few strips of flesh that looked like worms were slowly wriggling. The bullet that had entered her arm muscles was slowly squeezing out.
The wound … was actually healing on its own!
…
…
Li Erpang was frantically running for his life.
He groaned inwardly.
Li Erpang's stomach was growling after he was plowed by the grenades in Robinson Park.
With great difficulty, he used the nimble Fat Lord's footwork to temporarily shake off the group of "honest and good citizens". He was finally able to catch his breath.
"Motherf * cker, if this goes on, the calf will be finished!"
Li Erpang gritted his teeth.
While no one was looking, Li Erpang stealthily opened the Sin List to take a look.
Everyone's Sin Value increased slowly.
He suddenly remembered Irin, who had inexplicably slipped away.
"Ah — —!"
He spat out a mouthful of saliva and stomped on it.
To show his anger.
Li Erpang squinted his eyes. Of course, he could only squint his eyes. He could not open them.
Suddenly, he saw a brightly lit fast food restaurant not far away.
There was a red signboard above.
There was a kind old man printed on the signboard.
An enticing meaty aroma wafted out from the fast food restaurant. There seemed to be onions, chicken, french fries, hamburgers, tomato juice …
Li Erpang carefully distinguished the rich flavors within the aroma. Unconsciously, he was drooling.
"F * ck! Let's do it! "
Li Erpang rolled up his sleeves and suddenly rushed into the fast food restaurant!
…
…
"It's about time."
Irin looked at the time on her watch.
Irin had casually snatched it from a watch shop called "Patek Jade" when she was passing by.
She also earned some Sin Value while she was at it.
She did not know whether it was expensive or not. In any case, it looked okay.
Irin pulled down the brim of his gentleman's hat. The corner of his mouth curled up. Wearing a pair of shiny black leather shoes, he looked like an elegant gentleman. Just like that, he swaggered into the Gotham Police.
The atmosphere in the Gotham Police was foul.
Smoke filled the air.
A bunch of shirtless men were drinking cheap vodka, sitting in a circle, shaking dice and playing poker. It was a joyous scene.
Irin lowered his head and thought for two seconds.
He confirmed that he was not in the wrong place.
This was the police station.
It was just that the atmosphere was a little unique.
Then, he thought about it again. This was the legendary Gotham. He felt that it should be so.
There were relatively few people in the police station.
This was also within Irin's expectations.
When Zhu Yun 'er, Su Xiaosu and Li Erpang started their operation, they would definitely attract most of the police force away.
Now, the Gotham Police was at its emptiest.
Irin silently gave three thumbs up to his Model Worker teammates.
One for each of them.
As for Pan Zhengyi … Irin noticed that his crime value did not change at all. He was probably hiding somewhere and enjoying himself.
Irin was too lazy to care so much.
Next … it was time to perform!
ShowTime！
Shadow Following Body!
Irin immediately activated Shadow Following Body and silently walked into the police station.
Under the effect of Shadow Following Body, his presence was reduced by 100%. The police officers who were immersed in their joy did not notice Irin's presence at all.
Even if they did notice, Irin instantly flashed past. Some of them even rubbed their eyes, thinking that they had drunk too much and were hallucinating.
It was just a hallucination.
Gotham Police was much emptier than Irin imagined.
Originally, Irin had prepared five plans.
How to sneak into the police station.
He even moistened his throat and prepared for a few rounds of "Calamity Stalking". However, he did not expect that the zero crime rate for the past twenty years had caused Gotham Police to be unbelievably corrupt.
Suddenly.
Irin thought of the riddle he had set up.
In front of the "black and white behemoth", would it be more appropriate to add the adjective "corrupt"?
As he thought, Irin quickly passed through the lobby of the police station. He elegantly closed the door and walked towards the duty room.
Gotham City was indeed a city of simple people.
Even in the police station, they were considerate enough to prepare a floor plan of the police station in case of an emergency.
Irin went all the way to the duty room without any obstructions.
There was a chubby police officer who was lying on the table and sleeping soundly. The corner of his mouth was full of saliva.
Irin's eyes flashed.
Blood Jasmine appeared and slit his throat.
…
[Killed Gotham City "Excellent" Police Officer. Gained + 20 Crime Points!]
[Gained + 25 Chaos Points!]
…
Excellent Police Officer?
Irin silently looked at the chubby police officer who did not wake up until his death.
He was really outstanding.
There was a wooden board hanging on the wall.
There were many keys nailed on the board.
"Archives … Interrogation Room … Canteen … Secret Room … Normal Cell … Special Female Cell …" Soon, Irin's eyes fixed on a bunch of keys.
…
[Received "Arsenal Key"!]
…
"Hehe."
This was … the sleeping flame.
…
…
"Hmm? Riddle Gentleman? "
James Gordon Jr. was sitting in a police car, chasing after a fat "criminal". When he heard the news, he could not help but be slightly stunned.
Riddle Gentleman? Riddle Man?
James Gordon Jr. frowned. His face was cold.
"Why did you only tell me now?"
"Hey, sir, we thought it was … we thought it was just a prank."
"Speak."
On the other end of the phone, the two police officers stuttered and told Chief Gordon the riddle left by the "Riddle Gentleman" without missing a single word.
There were two riddles in total.
[When day and night intersect, I stand bravely before the black and white beast. The black and white beast has already swallowed more wild beasts. The wild beasts are rotting into bones in the steel jungle. Here lies the beautiful fireworks. I will use the most beautiful fireworks to light up Gotham and reignite the first ray of light of the past.]
[The elegant gentleman is ready to go. He hurried to the black and white beast. The elegant gentleman is about to steal the sleeping flame and usher in a lively celebration for the lonely Gotham.]
At first glance, it did seem like a prank.
But …
After Gordon listened carefully, his pupils suddenly shrank.
The style of the riddle was slightly different from the style of "that person" in his impression.
However, James Gordon Jr.'s intuition told him that this was not as simple as a prank.
He seemed to be able to read a playful smile between the lines through the deliberately mystifying riddle.
It was as if an elegant criminal was declaring war on Gotham City through this riddle.
"When day and night intersect …"
"Black and white beast …"
"Steel jungle …"
"Fireworks …"
"In the past of Gotham …"
"Celebration?"
Suddenly!
"Stop the car! Stop the car! Stop the car! "
James Gordon Jr. slapped the front seat hard and asked the old driver to stop the police car.
Whoosh —
A sudden brake.
James Gordon Jr.'s body shook slightly.
He quickly hung up the phone and made a phone call as fast as he could.
It was a video call.
Soon, the call was connected.
"Dr. Jack …"
Dr. Jack's kind smile appeared on the screen.
James Gordon Jr. did not waste any time. His gaze was cold and he went straight to the point. "Where is Edvard Nygma?"
"Oh! Respected Chief Gordon, I am in Edward's ward … "
The camera changed.
In the room.
Edward and Fat Goose were happily playing games.
Then, Edward laughed.
Fat Goose was angry and flipped the table.
It was a very happy scene of an old man's life.
The camera changed again.
Dr. Jack smiled and asked, "Chief Gordon, are you looking for Edward?"
"…"
Pa.
"Go back! Gotham Police! "
When the old driver heard this, he was stunned. "But sir, that damn fat criminal hasn't …"
"Don't worry about that damn Fatso! Riddle Gentleman, his target is the Gotham Police! "
Although this riddle was very fancy …
James Gordon Jr. was already familiar with this trick.
After removing all the confusing words and connecting the dots, it was easy to get the answer.
When day and night intersect, it meant dusk.
There were only two black and white buildings in Gotham City.
The first was the Gotham Police.
The second was the renovated Eagle's Nest Club.
However, Gordon did not notice the Steel Jungle at first …
But when he associated it with the police station, the jungle could be imagined as towering trees, and the Steel Jungle was clearly the shape of a prison's iron bars!
In other words … the riddle set by the Riddle Gentleman indicated that at dusk, a crime would be committed at the Gotham Police!
It was no wonder that so many strange criminals appeared today.
A nimble Fatso.
A young woman who used a strange cold weapon.
And … a muscular man who was almost two meters tall.
It was all a conspiracy!
It was all a scheme by the Riddle Gentleman to lure the tiger away from the mountain!
Gotham's brave police officer, James Gordon Jr., had seen through everything!
His eyes flashed with a cold light.
If someone was here, they might be able to tell that behind the cold gaze, there was a hint of … passion.
After James Gordon Jr. figured everything out.
He dialed the police station's number in the shortest amount of time.
"Let's hope those damned dregs didn't get drunk."
"Du … Ka."
Gordon was stunned.
He had just connected … and the line was disconnected?
What was going on?
…
…
Kacha.
Irin silently cut the line.
Heh.
The sound was quite crisp.
Irin lowered his head and looked at the time.
If he guessed correctly, the really smart people were already on their way back to the police station.
After all, the riddle he wrote was not very complicated.
Moreover, it was in someone else's home base.
It was impossible that no one had guessed that the "black and white beast" referred to the landmark of the Gotham Police.
This was … the tourist city of Gotham, wasn't it?
In the book "Gotham City Travel Guide", there was a close-up of the Gotham Police from all angles.
There were all kinds of angles, including aerial shots.
"If I'm not wrong …"
Irin took out a cane.
As an elegant gentleman, how could he not have something like this?
After Yi Lin finished arranging everything, just like how he came, he slowly walked through the smoky police station hall and left the police station.
…
Ten minutes later.
【17:58】
James Gordon Jr. rushed back as fast as he could.
Seeing that the Gotham Police was still intact, and that there was no trouble on the surface, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.
"Looks like I made it."
Suddenly!
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Without any warning, a series of explosions started from the interior of the Gotham Police and suddenly turned into a bright flame that shot up to the sky.
The sun that had not completely set was only a line left in the sky.
The Gotham Police that was in the middle of the explosion was like another Gotham sun, reflecting a dazzling flame in the dark sky.
A terrifying heatwave, with the Gotham Police as the center, violently surged in all directions.
James Gordon Jr. instinctively lay on the ground!
Behind him, the old driver and the police car were sent flying by the heatwave.
In the blink of an eye, they disappeared together with the police car.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh —
James Gordon Jr. could only feel a burning and intense pain on his back.
He could even smell the smell of burning skin.
It was like barbecued meat!
After an unknown amount of time.
The sound of the explosion slowed down a little.
James Gordon Jr. climbed up from the ground expressionlessly.
Looking at the Gotham Police that had turned into a sea of fire and was now in ruins, a sentence suddenly appeared in his mind —
"I will use the most beautiful fireworks to light up Gotham, and reignite the first ray of light of the past."
“！”
This was — —
Lighting up Gotham's fireworks!
"The Riddle Gentleman!!"
James Gordon Jr. gritted his teeth and roared this name from his mouth.
At this moment.
A shocked postman was riding a motorcycle and came in front of James Gordon Jr..
"Excuse me, are you Chief Gordon?"
Little James Gordon turned his head, his face expressionless.
"There's a letter for you here."
"Letter?" Chief Gordon's pupils shrank.
On the envelope.
There was no name in the sender's column.
There was only one … question mark!
It was the Riddle Gentleman!
"Who sent it to you?" James Gordon Jr. asked as he opened the letter.
"It was a gentleman dressed like a noble. He asked me to send this letter to Chief Gordon who is standing in front of the Gotham Police at 18: 10 sharp."
“！”
"Oh right, the gentleman also said …" The postman hesitated for a moment and decided to say it, "He said that if the person standing in front of the door is not Chief Gordon, then there's no need to send this letter. Also … "
"Also what?" James Gordon Jr. had already taken out a card from the envelope.
"The gentleman first said that no matter what scene you see, do not panic. You must send this letter to James Gordon Jr. on time. Even if you see the beautiful fireworks … "
"…"
Just as Chief Gordon was about to look at the small card …
The postman slowly extended his hand and said, "Please pay 5 USD."
“？”
"Your Excellency Chief Gordon, this is a delivery letter."
“！！”
…
…
"Explosions are indeed a man's romance."
Yi Lin stood in the distance and smiled slightly. The moment he pressed the button, he enjoyed the dazzling fireworks show.
Not long after he blew up the Gotham Police, a string of words quickly appeared in front of his eyes.
…
[In the name of the Riddle Gentleman, you have destroyed the landmark of Gotham, "Gotham Police". Obtained + 50000 Sin Points!]
[Killed a Gotham City "Excellent" police officer. Obtained + 19 Sin Points!]
[Killed a Gotham City "Excellent" police officer. Obtained + 21 Sin Points!]
[Killed a Gotham City "Alcoholic" police officer. Obtained + 12 Sin Points!]
[Killed a Gotham City "Incompetent" police officer. Obtained + 5 Sin Points!]
[Killed …]
[Obtained Chaos Points …]
Destroying the police station did not give him any Chaos Points.
However, he gained quite a lot of Chaos Points.
In just a short while, he had gained more than 300 Chaos Points.
…
As expected!
It was not only Kai Wushuang's massacre that was considered a crime.
After Yi Lin read through the various stories of Batman and the various villains, she realized that the villains that shrouded Gotham City in darkness were not because of how powerful they were or how many people they had killed, but … it was because of the terror that came from their 'names'.
Little Harley, who was serious in speech and manner.
The good Joker, who excelled in both skills and morals.
The two-faced man with strong beliefs.
The law-abiding old penguin.
In short, the villains that dominated Gotham 20 years ago were able to turn Gotham into a city of sin, not because of how many people they could kill, but because of their crazy crimes!
Therefore, Irin decided to create a new villain.
An elegant and charming villain.
A villain that would cause Gotham to fall into fear just by hearing his name.
Only then would the points roll in.
At that moment.
The "Scepter of Question Mark" in Irin's hand lit up slightly.
…
…
Pan Zhengyi swaggered into the female washroom.
There was originally a yellow warning sign at the entrance of the female washroom.
It read:
"Renovations in progress, unauthorized personnel not allowed."
Pan Zhengyi kicked the sign and shouted, "I am … Justice!"
He kicked the sign over and barged in.
Fortunately, there was no one in the female washroom.
There was no melodramatic scene of a woman who did not have time to put on her underwear and dashed out with a scream.
However, just as Pan Zhengyi barged into the female washroom, a line of notifications appeared in front of him.
…
[Because you shamelessly entered the female washroom, Sin Points + 2!]
…
Pan Zhengyi laughed and ignored it.
There was a mirror in the female washroom.
A very big mirror.
From the top left corner to the bottom right corner of the mirror, there was a long crack, as if the entire mirror was split into two.
Pan Zhengyi looked at the mirror, and the crack on the mirror seemed to split him into two. His expression was completely different.
Suddenly.
Pan Zhengyi lowered his head.
There were a few buckets of fresh paint beside his feet.
It gave off a pungent smell.
"Oh?"
Pan Zhengyi's eyes flashed and he let out a strange laugh.
He slowly squatted down and scooped up a handful of paint from the bucket. His hands were covered in different colors of paint.
Pan Zhengyi began to smear his face carelessly.
Not enough. Again. Not enough. Again.
The edge of the paint bucket was sharp, and it accidentally scratched Pan Zhengyi's finger.
Dark red blood oozed out.
Pan Zhengyi faced the cracked mirror.
He was surprisingly silent for ten seconds.
Ten seconds later.
Pan Zhengyi slowly smeared the blood on his finger on his lips.
He smeared it from the left ear to the right ear.
It was scarlet lips.
"Hehehe —"
…
[Congratulations on completing "Joker Paint", 93% completion …]
"…"
"I, Joker … Hehehe!"
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