At three o'clock in the morning, in a hidden warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham. Several security personnel were patrolling back and forth. In another hour is the shift time, which makes the patrol somewhat relaxed. A green box truck drove up to the vicinity of the warehouse and didn't get too close. Its appearance did not attract anyone's attention.

At three o'clock in the morning, a dark figure quietly walked towards the warehouse through the darkness of the night, and dragged a yawning guy quietly and quickly into the darkness, and it would take about 10 minutes for the roving patrol to come over, and no one noticed the anomaly here.

Just after 10 a.m., a violent explosion resounded through the night sky of Gotham, and the sky-high flames illuminated the sky very brightly.

At 3:15 a.m., the green box truck left the area, leaving behind a burning warehouse and several bodies.

At 3:20 a.m., the shrill sirens of fire trucks appeared on the remote road.

"Abominable !!"

The Black Mask's face, distorted by anger, made his already terrified face even more invisible.

This morning, he received the worst news from the shift changer, who had sent him a message that there had been an explosion in the warehouse he used to hide a batch of munitions.

Because the warehouse belongs to him, this will give the police another reason to keep an eye on him. But none of that was the most important thing, the most important thing was that all the $20 million worth of arms in that warehouse were gone.

his explosion ruined, no matter how the explosion is, there will not be even a little residue left?

"Where's the surveillance footage I put there?!"

"The footage is blocked, and all the footage from this time is gone"

The secretary coldly answered Black Mask's question.

"Hmph, is it very methodical?"

The swift and non-muddy style of acting made Black Mask admire, and it would have been better if this person hadn't come for him.

"What are we going to do? Boss"

"What to do, what do you want to do? Find out for me the guy who dares to touch my stuff!! I want his head! ”

The black mask's hideous expression perfectly conveyed his anger to his subordinates.

On this day, the news that an unknown creature had attacked Black Mask's arsenal and looted everything inside quickly spread through Gotham's underworld.

"What do you think?"

The penguin man wiped his cane carefully, and asked the guy sitting next to him without looking back.

"See what?"

The Riddler's mind seemed to be completely off, and he replied with obvious copies.

"Black Mask's warehouse was robbed"

"God knows, maybe it's a new guy, a little bit of a bad guy."

"Don't you know the sky is high and the earth is thick? That's not like a novice at all. ”

The guys in charge of guarding the warehouse were all dead, two were shot and killed, and the rest all died with their necks torsed. The technique is swift and clean, and this method is not like the behavior of a layman.

"What are you worried about?"

The Riddler was a little curious when he saw the penguin's solemn face.

“... I'm worried, the Black Mask is just the beginning...."

The Penguin Man has been rolling in black and white for so many years, and he has long cultivated an amazing intuition, he doesn't know anything else about the robbery of the black mask, but he is very sure that the person who attacked the black mask has the two most troublesome qualities:

First: ruthless enough, leaving no living mouth at all.

Second: Professional enough: did not leave a single clue.

People who possess both of these traits are definitely people who do big things, and robbing a warehouse or two is likely to be just the beginning.

The Penguin's words successfully caused the Riddler to stop his movements, and after glancing at the fellow who had partnered with him many times, the Riddler asked in turn:

"Do you think Gotham's underground is going to be redivided?"

“... Isn't that possible? ”

“... No, it's quite possible"

The Riddler agrees with the Penguin that the man behind the Black Mask is no one who is an idle person in this incident. Just like the definition given to him by the penguin, ruthless enough, professional enough.....................

It wasn't just the Penguins and the Riddler who noticed the possible impact of this incident, and the underground bosses in Gotham were starting to take action.

After many years of grinding, Gotham's underground forces have reached a delicate balance, and while everyone is happy to see one of them decline in order to free up resources for others, that doesn't mean they'll welcome a newcomer to get a slice of their limited resources.

"Master Bruce"

"I'm not hungry, Ah Fu"

Bruce was busy pulling up various analyses from his computer, and almost rejected Alfred's offer.

"Freshly baked blueberry cookies and strawberry milkshake"

Ah Fu, who knew his young master's temper very well, just said today's meal with a plate, and sure enough, after a while, Bruce chose to compromise:

“... Put it on the side."

In the end, Bruce relented to dessert.

"Bruce, here's the new photo you wanted"

A teenager's voice came from the elevator.

"Master Tim, you're back, it's dessert for today"

Alfred pitches his masterpiece to the boy who has just walked through the door.

"Thank you, Ah Fu"

Tim took the milkshake and cookies and ate them happily, everything Alfred made was delicious, except for the waffles. And cucumber sandwiches.

"Tim"

The man sitting in front of the computer reminds Tim of his purpose.

"Oh, give"

Tim handed Bruce a memory card and continued to enjoy a delicious afternoon snack.

After receiving the memory card, the data is imported into the computer. Inside the memory card is a high-definition picture of the tires taken by Tim just running to the warehouse where Black Mask was robbed. Bruce pulled up the data and compared it to all known tire manufacturers.

Tim sat on the sidelines, turned on the picture-in-picture TV on the computer screen with the remote control, and watched the latest TV news.

The news scrolled through the latest developments in the case of a warehouse fire in the early hours of the morning. Although Gotham is a city with a high crime rate, such a fanfare of crime still causes unease among the citizens.

The Gotham police have decided to characterize the case as uncertain for the time being, which means that the police have not reached a definitive conclusion as to whether the case was arson or an accident.

Tim watched as the host spat on the empty warehouse that had burned down in the early hours of the morning.

"What about fools, empty warehouses need to be guarded? What's more, the tire marks on that car were a lot darker when they left."

Tim really couldn't understand why anyone would believe such a fool's statement, a lie that would completely collapse with a little scrutiny.

"In order to avoid causing unnecessary uneasiness, sometimes it is necessary to lie, Master Tim"

Alfred answered Tim's question, but that didn't satisfy the teenager.

"Bruce, what's in there?"

The news that the explosion might have been caused by a leak in some chemical agents piled up in the warehouse would not have been believed by Tim even if he hadn't been Robin.

"That's where Black Mask stores a batch of munitions, mainly firearms, pistols and light machine guns, and a small number of shoulder-mounted bazookas"

“.... Ah, the guy in the black mask must have a green face... Well, even though he can't see it even though his face is green..."

Tim said this quip, but the news that came out of Bruce's mouth, plus the estimated weight based on the depth of the tire imprints, was enough to support a battle on what could be called a miniature war-level fight, which was not good news for the whole of Gotham.

Whoever this newcomer is, there is no doubt that he has dropped a bombshell on the seemingly smooth Gotham underworld with practical actions.....