Early morning.

Last night, a shooting at a lavish banquet made the headlines of the Gotham Gazette the next day. Roy and Barbara, who returned to Gotham on an early flight from the Met, were called to the scene of the shooting without stopping.

The opulent private rooms are littered with bullets breaking through windows, and trays, wine glasses, and food spilled over as guests flee in panic, and even a buffalo wandering around the room probably won't make a mess any more.

The body of the deceased lies in the middle of the room. He was shot in the heart, and the red blood stained the white shirt under the black suit brightly and blindly. His bloodless and pale and dry face still retained the smile before death, looking strange and hideous.

Roy was like a well-trained hound, sniffing around the room for any suspicious scents, his keen eyes as keen as ever catching every tiniest detail like a scanner.

While he was working, Detective Bullock, who was in charge of the scene, was on the side to introduce some basic information.

"The name of the deceased is Brufeck Orlandi, and he was a merchant from out of town, and he just came into the city yesterday." "He's made a lot of enemies, and as far as I know of people in the business world who want his life, I don't think I'll be surprised who hired someone to take the life of this poor creature." ”

"Well, this guy really has a lot of enemies." Barbara stared at her phone screen and said, "Mr. Brufik Orlandi is such a troublemaker, and there are people up there who want his life. But what's even more interesting is that this gentleman also seems to have been involved in the buying and selling of some top-secret documents, which made him equally honored to be on the government's blacklist. ”

Detective Brock raised an eyebrow: "Are you kidding? You want to say that the government sent someone to kill him? ”

Barbara shrugged: "I didn't say anything,

It is just a statement of the existing facts. ”

Roy finished his investigation contented, saying, "Interesting. Guess where our shooters shot from? ”

"The results of the ballistic analysis are not yet available." Detective Bullock said, "But it should be soon." ”

Roy pointed out the shattered window, "See that Ferris wheel?" ”

Detective Brock was taken aback: "Wait a minute, are you kidding?" Do you think the guy shot from the Ferris wheel? That's more than 8,000 feet away, is that possible? ”

"Of course it is." Roy said, revealing an evidence bag with a uniquely shaped metallic bullet lying inside. The blood stains on the case have turned black.

"0.7mm custom sniper bullet. Do you feel familiar? Roy said, "Embedded in the wall panel over there, it only takes a little closer look to find it." ”

Barbara lowered her voice, "Death shooter." ”

"Not bad. This bullet is of the exact same type of bullet as the one customized by the Death Shooter in the last encounter. Roy nodded, "The only difference is. There is no arrow poison fed on it, and we can assume that his new boss does not want his arrow poison to kill others by mistake. And if it was him. It's not hard to explain the mere 8,000 feet, as his sniper record is kept at 10,000 feet away. ”

Bullock asked, "Hey, stop. If I'm not mistaken. This bastard called 'Death Shooter' was caught by us last time, right? Shouldn't he still be in prison now? ”

Roy and Barbara looked at each other. They could see in each other's eyes that they both thought of the same thing.

Roy handed the bullet back to Bullock. "I'm sorry, I didn't figure this out either." I'm not going to look any further, but don't get too hopeful. My instincts tell me. I probably won't be able to help much with this case. ”

With that, he took Barbara and left the scene quickly.

"Looks like you understand what's going on, don't you?" Coming out of the building. Roy asked coldly.

Barbara nodded: "Suicide Squad plan, I remember." ”

This is the only reason why Floyd Lawton, who is still serving his sentence, was able to continue to commit crimes. If he escapes from prison, we should be notified. Roy said.

Barbara said: "Lawton has been held in Black Gate Prison for less than a month. Then he was transferred to a prison in a government agency. However, the details of this prison are completely unavailable in the Gotham Police Department's files. ”

"The Eye of the Sky." Roy said, "If it is really the Sky Eye Society that arranged for the death shooter to carry out this mission, then the Gotham police will undoubtedly have no role in this case." The assassination was instigated by the government, and the murderer had already been in prison. So there is no point in assisting the police in solving this case. ”

"But you're not going to just give up on this case, are you?"

"Of course not. I'm going to find out what Waller wants to do with such a broken team in Gotham. If she's trying to do some dirty work with this team that doesn't exist in theory, we might be able to stop her. Roy said, "But you must be very tired from your busy work last night, and I said we might as well go back and rest for a day, and then get to work when it's dark." ”

The last rays of the sunset also disappeared from the sky, and Gotham once again ushered in the time for the bats to come out of the hole.

The Winged Knight and Batgirl have raided several strongholds, all of which are gangs that may have ties to the Death Shooter. Unfortunately, this time there was no one until Floyd returned to Gotham, and most people thought he was still serving his sentence in Black Gate Prison.

Similarly, Roy confirmed that the custom bullets used by Lawton this time were also not obtained through any black market channels, and that they were completely unable to trace the source as they did the last time. It is likely that the bullets he used this time were provided by the government, that is, the Sky Eye.

It wasn't until about ten o'clock, when Roy grabbed a man by the collar with one hand and lifted him high in the air, that the man howled nervously: "Wait! I don't know anything about that guy at Lawton, but I did see something the other night that might be of interest to you. Just don't beat me up, and I'll tell you! ”

Roy said coldly: "You are not qualified to negotiate conditions now. ”

"Okay, okay. It was the night before yesterday, at about two o'clock, when someone came down from the sky. ”

Roy frowned: "What? ”

"It's true!" The guy said excitedly, "I saw a couple of guys in fancy clothes jumping from the block of Naihe Bridge with a parachute, and one of them was bigger than a crocodile man!" The detailed address is at the corner of the third street of Naihe Bridge, please don't break the bones, okay? ”

Roy and Barbara looked at each other.

"I promise your bones are okay."

After saying it in a deep voice, Roy punched the guy in the head and knocked him unconscious. (To be continued.) Please search for "" or enter the URL to find this site: