"Gotham jokes, where there are penguin people, there is an umbrella shop. Does your boss have a foreign body fetish and a soft spot for umbrellas? ”

The man's eyes narrowed: "It seems that you are here to find fault." ”

"One last question, did the little penguin come to the store today?" Seeing a few people coming around, Arthur smiled: "That's it..."

Caught the straight fist from the man, clenched it hard, and the fist was like a mass of eraser, which was pinched into the shape of his own palm by Arthur.

"Ugh!" The pain hit the nerves in the brain, and the screams made the remaining few people stunned in place, a little overwhelmed.

Bang!

With a kick, the strong man's body was like a rag sack, smashed into the center of the hall, coughed up a pool of blood, and fell unconscious.

After a brief silence in the room, louder screams erupted.

People were no longer happy and nervous. Pushing each other and rushing to the windows of the houses.

Black gangs fight, and if you don't stay away as soon as possible, you will only get shot.

The men around Arthur reacted, looked at each other, and then clenched their fists and attacked.

But before the fist could get close, the body flew upside down. Make people's escape movements more brutal and simple.

Walking inside, a few people caught a glimpse of the best place to escape, squeezing their way through the crowd, bypassing Arthur's side and reaching for the club's door.

As Arthur went deeper into the hall, more and more people noticed this, reversed course, and rushed to the door.

Pushing open the door leading to the VIP room, entering the wide corridor, looking at the hardcover doors on both sides of the corridor, Arthur secretly wondered: "Wouldn't it be a waste of time to search one by one?" ”

"If you know it, you can do it, and you can let them lead the way."

"Forget it..."After thinking about it, he didn't come to visit relatives in the first place, so there was no need to be so polite: "The movement is a little bigger, and people should come out soon." ”

Get close to the wall and whip with your backhand.

The cement wall shattered, revealing a small pothole, and frowned, not satisfied with this level of destruction.

The heat sight shoots out, obliquely sweeping the house.

In an instant, a large number of men and women screamed and fled from the VIP room, and ran quickly past Arthur.

Bang!

Suddenly the gunshots rang out, and it was a man who shot beside Arthur.

But instead of piercing Arthur's head through his jaw, as he had expected, the bullet bounced back and pierced through his abdomen.

"Where are the penguins?" Grabbing the man and screwing him in front of him, Arthur asked in a deep voice.

The man was stunned, looked at Arthur's face, pulled the trigger, and decisively committed suicide.

He was afraid of this man who couldn't even shoot through bullets, and even more afraid of the boss who liked to anger his family.

Life and loved ones, he did not hesitate to choose the latter.

Da-da-da-da!

Bullets shot from the front, and the black gang members, after spotting Arthur at the first time, opened fire decisively.

Even if men don't kill themselves, they will die under their guns.

Loosening the corpse that had turned into a sieve, Arthur's eyes were calm.

In the rain of bullets, rushed to several people.

Kill them by two, leaving one behind, cut off his arm, and his eyes are red: "Tell me, where is your boss." ”

Da-da-da-da!

Before the man could reply, the gunshot rang out again, and Arthur was helpless and angry: "Please, do you have any serious illness?" ”

Before the deception, he killed again until there was only one person left, melted his limbs, prevented him from committing suicide, and threw him into the VIP room.

Exhale lightly and watch the black that emerges from the corner again. Help, with sharp eyes.

Time to Kill...

A few minutes later, Arthur returned again, looking at the man who had died, silent.

These guys, there's something wrong with their brains.

Completely brainwashed.

Thankfully, he got the answer he wanted.

The Penguin People are not here.

But he didn't want to look any further.

Squatting in front of the man, placing him against the wall, getting up and leaving a few large letters on the wall with a hot gaze.

Punisher!

The nickname he had just come up with, the words he left for the penguin people.

It can also be called a provocation.

The stronghold has been pulled out, and the gang has suffered heavy losses, unless the Penguins don't want to continue in Gotham.

Then he will definitely mobilize all his connections to find himself and kill himself.

At that time, Arthur will not meet the penguin people as he wished.

Although it will be later...

Turning around and leaving the Iceberg Club, the Gotham Police Station soon received a report and rushed to the scene without stopping.

Looking at the "unrecognizable" iceberg club in front of him, it was difficult for Director Gordon to associate it with the glamorous appearance in his impression.

"There's a clue to be found." Gordon walked into the club and questioned the detective on the side.

"The fire was fierce, the bullets had refraction marks, and many of the corpses had their eyes wide open, and their bread muscles were stiff, as if they had encountered something terrible." The young detective continued: "The walls have been cut by strange things, and there are signs of melting steel inside. ”

"Gangs?" Gordon crouched down and stretched out his hand to inspect the male corpse that Arthur was leaning against the wall: "The incision is neat, there is a burning to stop the bleeding, and the technique is professional." ”

got up, took the magnifying glass in the detective's hand, borrowed the flashlight, and approached the text to observe carefully...

"Chief Gordon, a headless male corpse has been found in Crime Alley." The officer trotted in from outside the VIP room and whispered into Gordon's ear.

He straightened up, glanced at the officer, and took a few steps back. Looking at the whole text reflected in the flashlight, Gordon frowned.

The Punisher? Another supercriminal.

"Find out who's been here tonight."

The Iceberg Club is the territory of the Penguins, which belongs to the black area, and there is no monitoring equipment installed, so naturally there is no "criminal" figure.

It has become extremely difficult to track down.

Leaving the Iceberg Club in a hurry, Gordon and the officer hurried to Crime Alley.

The place has long been cordoned off, and two Gotham detectives surround the body and investigate.

"Clowns again?" As soon as Gordon arrived, he asked the detective.

The detective turned his head and glanced at the corpse covered by a black cloth: "No, it's another guy." ”

They would be so sure, mainly because the corpse was completely different from the Joker's method of killing.

"Another guy." Gordon chuckled in his heart: "Who?" Can you be sure. ”

The two detectives looked at each other and shook their heads in unison: "This is a modus operandi that has never been discovered in Gotham. ”

"Half of the head was shattered, part of the tissue was gone, and the wound was scorched."

"Scorch?" A flash of inspiration flashed through Gordon's mind.

"Yes." The detective nodded.

Gordon stepped forward, pulled back the black cloth to cover it, and there were indeed scorch marks, recalling the wreckage he had seen before, there were also scorch marks on the wound, and he fell into deep thought.

It is very likely that the same gang committed the crime.

Gordon: "Have you identified the body?" ”

"Smith Sturt, a guy who wandered in Gotham because he couldn't pay off his debts."

"We guess he must have been killed during the robbery." A police detective lifted the plastic bag in his hand and made a bold guess.