Chapter 395: Prison Robbery
At the same time as the Black Gate Prison was under attack on a large scale, on the other side of Gotham, New Arkham Manor was also invaded in a different way. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ info
It's just that the operation here is more professional and planned.
Arkham Manor suddenly had a complete power outage, and although the backup generator re-lit the entire manor after three seconds, in the blink of an eye, the mole who had been on standby for a long time cut off the alarm system sent by the manor.
The police forces of all Gotham are moving towards the Black Gate, and even the cross-dressing vigilantes are all attracted by the commotion of the Black Gate, and no one knows what is going on here when the alarm cannot be transmitted out of the manor.
The alloy gates were violently blasted open by bazookas, and a truck with bulletproof shells swaggered through the lines, and the two Gatlings on top rhythmically played a metallic tune that swirled in opposite directions to each other. Bullets like a curtain of rain scattered in all directions like circles of snowflakes.
In about ten minutes, without any foreign help, Arkham was completely defeated.
A man in a black trench coat jumped out of the luxury SUV that followed behind the truck, followed by two younger brothers with submachine guns. The man's face wore a dark and abominable mask, a mouthful of demonic white teeth, scarlet eyes, and a skull-like face. After a long time in Gotham, everyone knows the name of this generation of crime tycoons - Black Mask.
There were several clicks, and the doors of several cells were opened. Shackled poison ivy women, scarecrows, killer crocodiles, and freeze people were released.
"What's the situation?" The scarecrow asked suspiciously, "Black Mask?" β
"It's me." "Your freedom is a gift from Black Mask, but it certainly won't come without a price. In order to repay, you have to do something small to repay me. β
Poison Ivy snorted, "You know I never take orders, no matter anyone. β
Black Mask sneered.
"Look at your current misery, Poison Ivy, you don't have a position to speak like that now." Black Mask said calmly, "Each of you has recently used a sedative in Arkham has been mixed with chemical implants by my people, which can be radio-controlled. Once it is activated, the result is only death. β
The criminals looked at each other.
"Now, who else has objections?" Black Mask glanced at everyone coldly and said, "Very good, I don't think there should be." β
People who are constantly on the edge of life and death are always faced with a situation where everything is dark, and everything is surrounded by fantasies, memorable memories and unrealistic imaginations in the brain.
Then suddenly, you wake up from the dream, and your consciousness returns to reality as if it had been vigorously pulled out in the middle of a drowning, and then you find yourself in a scene that has been completely cut off from your previous memories. At this time, you can't help but think of those two common questions-
ββWhere is this place? How long did I sleep?
Just like Roy is now.
Fortunately, it didn't last long, and it didn't take long for him to realize that he was lying in a luxurious room at Wayne Manor.
"Mr. Green."
Alfred pushed the door open and came in, holding a plate of lemon tea.
Although he himself was not very happy, but under the persuasion of everyone, Alfred finally took back the broken right hand, and is currently recovering well, and some daily activities have basically no effect.
Roy quickly remembers what happened before his memory was interrupted - the masked "Batman" shot him in the right head, and despite falling onto the drawbridge and cushioning the many corpses under him, the concussion made him dizzy.
Roy wiped his face.
"How long have I passed out? Ford? β
"A few hours, two or three hours before dawn." Alfred said calmly, "Master Grayson and Miss Gordon are in the Batcave, and I know you must be desperate to go down to them, but I still insist that you finish this cup of lemon tea before you go." That's good for your body. β
Roy took the lemon tea.
"Thanks, Ah Fu."
After the verification was passed, the secret door hidden behind the pendulum clock was slowly removed, and a string of bats flew up in a line underground. Roy descended the dark staircase, the cave illuminated by the glow of the orchid.
In addition to Barbara and Dick, Damian and Tim are also in the hole.
"You're careless." Dick said in the first sentence.
"I didn't count the special barrel he had." Roy said lightly, "And his skills are also faster than I expected, almost impossible for humans to achieve." The other thing is precision, with such a fast movement, in such a short time, he can aim at my helmet, and the accuracy is also terrifying. I almost wondered if he was tired. β
Lawton is the Death Shooter, the most feared sniper in the world.
Roy instead asked, "Any clues about this guy?" β
"Yes." Barbara said, handing him a note.
Roy took it. The note was simple, with only one sentence - "I am Batman".
"Simple and arrogant declaration, isn't it?" Damian snorted.
Roy placed it under the microscope on the test bench and took a closer look.
"Flange grease." He whispered.
"Yes, we've noticed that too." "It's generally used for the lubrication of train wheels. Perhaps his hiding place has something to do with the subway line. There are also some limestone debris that may have fallen off from the soles of his shoes, which can be found in the caverns beneath Gotham. We've already started to investigate ......"
"You can also add a strip of annealed glass with metal oxides." "His cave is under Gotham, there's no doubt about it. β
He turned around and said, "This is my case." This guy is the third person in the 'Three Ghosts'. I'm going to catch him, and you Skynet will continue to focus on the crazy people trying to tear the city to shreds. Last night's turmoil, did any interrogation result come from? β
"No, the gangsters who invaded the Black Gate came from different gangs and were not allied with each other. They were hypnotized by someone, and they had no memory of why they joined the frenzied riot. But just as we were tangling with them yesterday, Arkham was breached, and he took a couple of madmen out. β
Roy frowned: "Who?" β
"I don't know yet, but we'll find out...... That's not the main thing we want to talk about today. Dick glanced at the other people present and said meaningfully, "What we want to say here today...... It's about you. (To be continued.) )