Roy discovered the secret of Batman's identity a few days ago, and although he didn't say it, both of them already knew it.

Batman simply didn't pretend to be garlic at all, and instead asked, "How did you get in?" ”

"Last time I told you that your piano is worth a lot of money, and there are only a handful of keys that are pressed frequently, four to be exact. The next step is simple, try all the possible combinations of the four buttons and it won't take long to crack the code. By the way, your password is a bit too simple for the legendary superhero Batman's stronghold. ”

"I'll consider getting a new lock." Batman said, "So now, what are you here for?" ”

"You should have heard. Director Jim Gordon, he's a good guy, but now he's facing jail time, maybe even the death penalty. ”

"Yes." Batman said, "I'm figuring it out. ”

"I applied to the new director, Forbes, to investigate the Jim Gordon case, but unfortunately our new director of the Rice Bucket doesn't seem to be interested in anything other than arresting you," Roy said. And now, I'm fired from him, I think it's because I found signs of collusion between him and Falcone. ”

Batman frowned: "Forbes and Falcone colluded? Do you have proof? ”

"Wait? No. But there will be. "But I just lost my job, so I got a better job." ”

He got up from his swivel chair and said, "I need you to get me a set of these outfits, and I need you to teach me how to fight." ”

"Nope." Batman replied categorically, "What I'm doing is not a game. ”

"I guess you haven't forgotten that I hold your secret, right? Mr. Wayne? ”

An invisible aura of oppression was released from Batman's majestic figure, as if the darkness had been frozen to the freezing point. He asked in a gloomy voice, "Are you threatening me?" ”

Roy tilted his head: "You can see it that way." But I have to make it clear first, I don't have any reason to threaten you, it's not good for anyone, I just want to help. Carmine Falcone is back, and the storm is about to sweep through Gotham City, and we need as many men as possible. The Gotham police are controlled by the puppets of Falcone, and you can't count on it, you'll need my help. ”

Batman was silent and didn't speak, as if thinking.

"Just give me an answer tomorrow." Roy said, walking towards the exit, "No send, I know the way out." ”

Night, Gotham Pier.

A group of thugs with guns in their waists and cigarettes in their mouths were busy as usual. Their job is very simple, just move boxes and load goods. But none of this can be wrong, although none of them know what exactly is in these boxes, but everyone knows that this is a very important contraband of the boss "Penguin", and if anyone makes even the slightest inconsequential mistake to provoke the boss to get angry, it will be considered light to move on the spot.

The elongated black luxury sports car stopped in front of the dock, and the miscellaneous fish who were working were all in their hearts, because they recognized the car that was the owner's "penguin man". On weekdays, the boss never shows up in person when unloading and loading, and today it seems that the boss is in a good mood to surprise the supervisor.

The door opened, and a man who looked no more than 150 tall and had a belly like a pregnant woman walked out, wearing a bowler hat with a pointed nose like a falcon and a black umbrella, and walked like a penguin.

This is Oswald Chesterfield Copote, the current leader of the Gotham gang and usurped power from Falcone. Uninformed people will never associate this guy with the identity of some gangster leader at a glance, and the word "comedian" will come to mind.

Cobot walked around, sometimes commenting on a sentence or two, with a smug look on his face. In fact, his rounds are not very meaningful, but such a process will give him a clear sense of power, and this feeling of everyone being submissive is as addictive as drugs.

Until the silence was broken by the relentless sound of gunfire.

The gun rang out, and about three or four paces in front of Copote, a small minion who was loading goods fell, and the box in his hand hit him head-on.

Everyone immediately put down the boxes in their hands and drew their guns one after another.

The lights at Gotham Pier are poor, and the pitch black environment is an excellent cover for smuggling activities. But now, they were suddenly attacked by unknown forces, and the darkness became an obstacle for them to fight back. In the pitch-black space, the fire of the muzzle of the gun flickered continuously, like a blooming lotus flower.

The boss Copote, who had been showing off his might a second before, suddenly lost his grace, turned around and ran, pounced on the back of a container, and pulled out his umbrella, which sprayed like a machine gun, and the bullets rained down into the darkness.

Copote's hand is much more than just an ordinary umbrella, with a variety of hidden mechanisms, and the machine gun is just one of them.

But in such a dark environment, it was their disadvantage to be attacked in the first place. One by one, Copote's men fell quickly.

The opponent's firepower seems to be getting more and more fierce, but there are fewer and fewer people on his side. Realizing that something was wrong, Colbert stopped firing and held his umbrella on the side of his body, and the huge black umbrella hid his one-meter-and-five-meter body in its entirety, and sparks flew like bullets on the surface of the reinforced iron umbrella.

Cobot rushed back to the back seat of his car as if he was dead, and as soon as the door closed, he shouted, "Drive!" ”

There was no movement. Only then did Copot notice in the rearview mirror that the driver's eyes were wide and blood was still gushing from a shocking hole in his forehead.

"Hell!"

He grunted, reopened the door, bent over like an embarrassed mouse to the front door, brutally pulled the driver's body out of the driver's seat and threw it aside, jumping into the driver's seat himself.

The horsepower of the black sports car was instantly increased to its maximum, and bullets rained down on the bulletproof windshield. Cobot used his short, fat legs to push the gas pedal to the bottom as much as he could, and the luxury sports car went on a rampage like a wild horse in a hail of bullets.

Eventually, he managed to escape.

The gunfire stopped, and out of the darkness, miscellaneous fish with guns in their hands jumped out of all directions to clean up the battlefield. Their boss, Carmine Falcone, walked up with his hands behind his back like a king.

"Boss, the penguin ran away." Someone reported.

Falcone smiled: "It doesn't matter, it's just a hello today." After today, Gotham is a battlefield! ”

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