Facing hurricane danger is a common occurrence for residents of coastal areas of the United States, and after the Bureau of Meteorology issued a hurricane warning, various departments in Gotham City began to function in an orderly manner,

The water on the city highway is knee-high, shops on both sides of the road can't open their doors at all, ambulances, fire trucks, police cars drive by one after another, and occasionally large trucks drive onto the road, using hooks to tow the broken down car away to avoid traffic jams.

Housewives braved the heavy rain to make long queues outside large supermarkets such as Wal-Mart in order to buy daily necessities such as mineral water, cooking oil, and canned food for the next few days.

Fortunately, due to the hurricane, many power lines in the city were disrupted, and Leon turned left and right to drive the van truck to the integrated private warehouse in the south of the city.

Unlike Huaguo, every household in the United States has the habit of renting a private warehouse, which is not large, and is usually used to stack some bits and pieces or large objects that cannot be placed at home (such as semi-abandoned cars, small speedboats, and medium-sized trampolines for children to play in the backyard). Have the storage company take everything from the warehouse to cover the cost.

Li Ang followed the local custom and rented a private open-air warehouse in the south of the city, which because of its privacy, no one (not even the employees of the storage company or the police) could enter it during the contract period, and the storage company had the right to refuse to provide owner information to third parties, which was quite reliable and safe.

On a rainy night, when the place was empty, Leon got out of the car and pulled up the roller shutter door of the private warehouse, then drove the car in backwards, took out dollar bills, gold nuggets, firearms, raincoats, latex gloves, and knives and axes from the car, stacked them in the corner of the warehouse, and covered them with an opaque canvas before driving away.

He drove all the way to the outskirts of the city, found a dump dedicated to discarded cars, parked the truck in a remote corner, and then ran back to the city in the rain, picking up a dark route that surveillance cameras couldn't capture, sneaking back to the motel.

The old TV in the hotel room was still showing the emergency warning information issued by the Gotham City Council, and Leon rushed into the bathroom before he had time to rest, diluted it with the common hypochlorous acid bleach available in the supermarket, and dipped it in a towel to wash the floor of the room to prevent the blood stains that might be stained on the floor from being detected by the luminol reagent.

After a rough cleaning, Leon used his laptop to check the TV program for tonight, and then collapsed on the bed to rest.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, he received a call from Domingo, saying that some of Christina's classmates were now lying in the hospital, and asked Leon if he could go to his house to take Elizabeth and her to the hospital.

Leon gladly accepted the request, took a quick shower, changed his clothes, took a taxi to Elizabeth's house, rushed to the hospital with the twins, and bought a few cups of hot coffee at the coffee shop outside the hospital.

The lobby of the hospital was already densely packed with tents, all of which were homeless citizens whose homes had been flooded by heavy rains, including sick patients who had been doused by the rain and had a fever and coughing, and nurses and doctors in white uniforms were busy going up and down the floors.

According to Domingo's instructions, Leon walked the bottom of the stairs all the way up to the fourth floor, and the eaves of the operating room were lit with the "Operation in progress" indicator light, which seemed to be the high school students who had been injected with high-concentration drug reagents were receiving first aid.

Outside the operating room, Christina sat nervously in a green plastic chair, her father, Domingo, and a middle-aged sheriff with an orange beard, asking a frightened teenage girl something.

"Kid, do you remember what the gangster who killed so many people had other characteristics besides the mask?"

"I'm sorry, I can't remember...."Cristina still had red marks on her neck and wrists, covered her head and choked up, "I can't remember anything...."

The sheriff hesitated for a moment, and was about to ask something more, but Domingo stood in front of him and said in an unkind tone: "Sheriff Gordon, my daughter needs to rest, for God's sake, she has just survived from the hands of the murderer, if there is any problem, Christina and I will go back to the police station tomorrow to record the testimony." ”

Gordon sighed, tonight was terrible, the hurricane was over, the disappearance of Rachel Dawes from the District Attorney's Office, and even more terrifying was the slaughter of all the adult men of the Sapa family, these things weighed on Sheriff Gordon's heart, and he felt a sense of suffocation.

He didn't even have time to think about whether the remaining Gotham gangs would hunt down for revenge on a large scale after the Sapa family had been purged, or whether they would happily encroach on the vacuum left behind by the disappearance of the Sapa family.

The priority was to find out who had slaughtered the Sapa family, the League of Assassins? Radical mutants? and even foreign gangsters.

Sheriff Gordon's eyebrows furrowed deeply, at this time, the city's guardian Batman fell off a cliff and his life was uncertain, and the remaining police force had to help rescue the affected citizens, so he really didn't have the strength to investigate all this.

Leon, who was pulled by the twins, walked over slowly, said hello to Domingo and Christina, Gordon, who had just wanted to leave, seemed to think of something, turned his head and said to Leon: "Well, you are the ..... when that clown robbed the bank last time"

"Leon." The monk waved his hand indifferently and said with a smile, "We met last time in one of the wards of this hospital, Mr. Sheriff. ”

"Oh, really?" Gordon's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he pretended to sigh casually: "This weather is really terrible, isn't the power off in the place where you live?" ”

"It's okay, the infrastructure at the motel where I live is pretty reliable," Leon replied with a smile, "But it's really cold, I've been watching CBS's David Letterman late night show under the covers, and I just invited Ellen DeGeneres to show tonight, but I had to get out of the covers with a phone call." ”

Domingo patted him on the shoulder and smiled bitterly: "Hey, Leon, don't complain, I'll give you a little more salary another day, right?" ”

"Then it's decided." Leon nodded, sat down with a big grin on Christina, and handed her the hot coffee in his hand.

"Thank you."

Christina nodded gratefully, carefully took the coffee and took a sip, resting her head on Leon's shoulder with relief.

Gotham is still shrouded in a hunting hurricane, with cumulus clouds covering the sky and raining torrential rain on the world, and the sun rises at the intersection of sea and sky.