As all the citizens of Gotham expected, tonight is destined to be an extraordinary night...... Even for this city of sin, it is still extraordinary.

A large number of police cars sped through the streets, sirens had become a long, indistinguishable sound, and in the sky, helicopters streaked across the night sky with a loud roar, and the whole of Gotham seemed to be rejoicing...... Jumping with joy......

Director Jim Gordon was sitting in a police car, his mind roaring wildly, it was an unbearable tinnitus that shook his brain, but he still couldn't hear a single word, as if there was a cage in his consciousness that trapped a demon......

He tapped his head in exasperation, then poured out two more pills and swallowed them.

Tonight...... It's a war that belongs to Gotham City. If Arkham Asylum is captured, it means that the city's fortress of evil will become a joke overnight, and it means that Gotham will once again be reduced to the city without constraints...... It's like that many years ago.

This is something he cannot allow under any circumstances......

Over the years, Gordon has changed the law, ignored the trial process, and used all the tactics he once scoffed at in political circles, abolishing parole, expanding the Arkham asylum, and suppressing the prisoners in near-inhumane ways...... All for the sake of the city.

And because of this, Gotham City is much, much better than it used to be.

Batman has been dead for eight years, and during those eight years, Jim. It was in this way that Gordon used this method to accomplish what Batman had never done. So...... He can't tolerate anyone to burn it all along.

As for how the hell Arkham Asylum was captured? What has become of Arkham Asylum now? In fact, Director Gordon didn't care anymore, he only knew that all of this must be because of that guy named Ziliang......

"I'm going to kill him!" Gordon said lightly, then stepped on the gas pedal even more fiercely, crossed several police cars, and rushed into the road on the outskirts of Gotham City.

Ten minutes later, in front of the gates of Arkham Asylum, Gordon stepped out of the police car.

However, there are no gates here...... Even the walls were gone, only ruins and rubble could be seen in sight, and the dust seemed to be still flying up and down in the moonlight, and the prison building was as quiet as usual within the walls.

"Tell Mr. Copote, they're coming!" A man in prison uniform stood upstairs in his cell, shouting as he held the walkie-talkie he had snatched from the guards. At this moment, the entire Arkham asylum has been completely controlled by the gangsters of the "Roman Empire" and the prisoners under Copote.

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The door to the warden's office was pushed open again, and Mr. Cobott stepped out. He gentlemanly took the handkerchief handed by a prisoner and wiped the blood from his hands.

Honestly, over the years, Quincy. Warden Sharp treated him well, so the Penguins didn't kill him, but ...... Maybe Quincy. Sharp himself would have preferred that he would have given him a good time.

Whatever.

"Are the bastard cops already here?" He asked faintly, then walked forward.

With his arms outstretched, a prisoner hurriedly walked over and put a tuxedo on him.

A few more steps forward, someone in the crowd handed over an umbrella.

He gracefully took a top hat, put it on his head, and took out a pair of monocles with long chains from the pocket of his tuxedo, and put them in front of his left eye with great grace......

These were the pieces of equipment that had been confiscated from him years ago when he was imprisoned, and had been stored in the warehouse of the insane asylum for a long time, and now he was finally putting them on again.

By the time Mr. Copot stepped out of the crowd, he had returned to the "penguin" who had once amazed Gotham City, with a huge amount of power, elegant, gentlemanly, famous, short and fat.

"You're Parker?" He asked, sipping his cigar and looking at a 20-year-old thug in front of him.

Parker nodded, in fact, if he had seen this figure who had once been on a par with Mr. Falkenne, he would have been incoherent with excitement.

But now the thug Parker...... It's no longer the past, after all, for a person who came out of Ziliang's small clinic and was instilled with a pig-feeding experience by Old Joey, there is nothing new to seeing a gangster legend in Gotham City.

"Oh, I'm Parker." He was a little tired, all he was responding faintly.

The penguin man smiled, a white light reflected from the monolithic mirror, obscuring a flash of appreciation in his eyes.

"Well, young man......" The penguin man stood in front of him with his umbrella in both hands, "I may be old, but ...... You don't want to steal the limelight tonight. ”

Parker had no idea what he would grow into after tonight, so he just smiled awkwardly and turned and pushed open the door at the end of the hallway.

"Then ...... Let's binge. ”

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At the same time, on a large platform southwest of Arkham Asylum, Ziliang climbed up the ladder.

This was the top floor of the most marginal prison district, with no buildings around it, and the night wind was very strong, blowing his already messy hair like weeds in a violent wind.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tried to smoke one, but unfortunately it was empty...... Ziliang sighed depressedly, let go of his hand, and let the night wind blow it into the sky.

"Hey, take a hand!" Old Joey's voice came.

Ziliang came to the edge of the platform and took Harry with difficulty. Quinn's body. Years of freezing and hypnosis have made this good girl's body extremely weak, and she will definitely not wake up for a while.

Old Joey finally snorted and climbed up: "Huhu-why are you here so high, you know I like to stay on the ground." ”

"We need to stay away from the battlefield, we will both die if we get shot now." Ziliang said helplessly.

"Battlefield?" Old Joey wondered.

As soon as the voice fell...... "Bang! ”

A gunshot rang out in the distance to kick off the carnival, followed by a succession of gunshots, and then joined together, the shouts gradually became high-pitched, the explosions were one after another, and in the distance, several helicopters rushed out of the night, and the roaring loud sound also joined the music drawn by the rain of bullets.

"Hmm...... It seems that no matter what era of human beings, they like to fight and kill. Old Joey sat on the ground with a very unfigured ass, watching the gunfire in the distance...... I guess I'm thinking about it, if it's over, should I go down to find out if there is anything suitable for feed......

"Of course, conflicts between human beings are inevitable in any era, from the oldest time because of food, to territory, hundreds of years ago because of faith, and now it has evolved to compete for resources, anyway, people in every era can always find some reason to fight, in fact, everything is an excuse, I feel that they are just habitually thinking: as long as it is not their own thing, it is worthless, even if it is life."

Ziliang seemed to be very unhappy because he didn't smoke, he chattered like an old lady, and then walked up to a searchlight, twisted it, and faced the sky.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a black cloth from his pocket, and did not know when he was going to ask for which prisoner.

Anyway, he spread the cloth on the searchlight, fiddling back and forth......

Finally, above the sky, a shadow appeared in the middle of the reflected light.

Looks...... Like a bat streaked across the night sky......