Oswald Chesterfield Copote.

This poor child, who has never grown a centimeter taller since he was 11 years old, finally closed his eyes quietly at the moment he was 63 years old.

Because of his innate disability, he is a person in this big family that no one cares about and no one cares about, except for the coincidence on his body and the blood of the Corbert family, he seems to be inferior to a domestic servant. At the very least, the servant said, 'It's time to eat.'" can make people sit at the table, and their own words, no one has ever listened.

Therefore, he is reluctant to go home, unwilling to go back to that palatial mansion, and stays in his 'iceberg restaurant' all day...... Maybe he once thought that his life would pass like this, and it was not bad, at least compared to those deformed children who were born in poor and low-level families, he was lucky, after all, in addition to laughing, cold-eyed, ignoring, and chuckling, at least he didn't have to worry about eating and drinking.

This psychology accompanied him in the darkness for more than 20 years, until a woman with strange makeup burst into his restaurant and pointed a gun at her head.

Then, the woman put the button that destroyed the Corbert family into her own hands......

Everything was overturned...... It was rebuilt by itself.

Truth be told, the penguin people once thanked this woman...... Even, not just gratitude, that kind of feeling, maybe a deeper, but I dare not imagine a certain emotion.

But when the penguin people want to pursue this emotion...... The woman disappeared silently, leaving no trace.

"Business is about fairness, not a little emotion." This may be the credo of the Penguins.

So, if this Corbert family was given to him by the one named Harry Quinn, then one day, he will have to return it.

"Yes, it's just a business...... I'm not emotional. ”

The penguin man said this to himself after closing his eyes.

And before he took his last breath.....

"Maybe..... A little. ”

That was his last thought.

When he died, he smiled......

......

On the night of Mr. Cobert's burial, the whole Metropolis seemed to have changed slightly.

People all over the world are still looking for the man called 'Ziliang', however, among the panicked and dazed crowd, there seem to be many characters who look detached but have firm eyes. They wander the streets and alleys, doing things that are inconspicuous, but they implicate the whole world.

In restaurants, bars, or entertainment venues all over the world, the sales of martinis are steadily rising, more and more wine glasses are buckled upside down on the table, coins engraved with the 'iceberg' mark have begun to circulate again, and countless food and beverage sales channels have once again become the handover line between intelligence, just like many years ago...... The vast hidden power of the Corbert family, after 20 years of vanishing, is slowly flowing again.

They are looking for another hidden power, and in some channels that only 'insiders' can reach, an invitation with both "iceberg" and "bat" is secretly circulated around the world.

[We are no longer enemies...... We need your ......]

Finally, at dusk, as usual, an old man with an old hood walked into a small café on the south side of downtown Cleveland, in a coffee-only shop, but he ordered a martini like a nervous state.

Of course, there is no alcohol in the café.

However, the waiter did not chase the ridiculous customer away, but just quietly sat him, and after the last customer left the café, he walked to the door and hung up a sign saying "closed today".

“...... Hello, is there anything we can do for you? ”

The waiter asked.

The old man looked up, and under the brim of his hat was a haggard face, and he took out a small black postcard with bats and icebergs on it......

"Tell your master that my name is Jim. Gordon. ”

......

In the early hours of the next morning, in the metropolis, on the eve of a rainstorm.

For many years, the sky of the metropolis seems to be spread with a kind of brilliance, even on a gloomy rainy day, it does not feel dim, but I don't know when the light here has become gray, and the people on the street are still dense, but except for the sound of cars, it seems that there is no noise to be heard, people hold umbrellas, walk, silent, do not say a word, quietly waiting for the heavy rain to come.

A private plane pierced the clouds and landed on one of the edges of the airport, the plane's route was not recorded, and even the airport itself miraculously did not have any news, it was like a ghost, quietly coming to the metropolis.

The hatch slowly opened, and Jim Gordon stepped off the plane, dressed in a wide coat.

Several casually dressed people immediately greeted him, hugged Gordon and walked into an inconspicuous car, without any greetings or exchanges, and as the door closed, the car started and drove away, disappearing into the fog before the rain.

All the way north.

On the edge of the city, in the big house of the Corbert family.

Harry. Quinn sat across from Old Joey.

"With a lot of underground, we've been able to contact the remnants of the rebels. Gordon should already be on his way. Quinn said.

Old Joy didn't seem to care much about these things, or rather, he didn't necessarily understand if he wanted to.

"Well, I'm not very good at these things, I just want to know, has Hannibal really fallen into the hands of those people?"

The people in his mouth are naturally the [Goddess of Death] Sarina, and the [Incarnation of Power] White Bear.

Quinn nodded: "Yes, according to the intelligence in one of the information chains of the Corbert family, they confirmed that Hannibal is still alive, and that he must be suffering from something we can't imagine, and those people want to extract our information from his mouth. ”

"Well, what about them...... Want to know something about us? ”

"All things." "They have a behind-the-scenes mastermind, if I'm not mistaken, the woman who calls herself [Death] on TV, and she's powerful, and I'm not talking about her ability to control death, but she's smart," Quinn said. Her only purpose is Ziliang, although we don't know where Ziliang is now, but I think that the woman doesn't need us to know at all, she just needs to dig out all kinds of seemingly inconsequential information from Hannibal's mouth, and then she can deduce the answer she wants. ”

Quinn said, and just then, the door to the room was pushed open......

Jim. Gordon walked in......