Gordon returns to the Iceberg Club, and the officers clean up all the dead and neatly arrange them in the open space and count them one by one.

"Director Gordon!" A male voice rang out behind him, and Gordon handed the camera to the detective next to him and turned to look.

It's the penguin people.

"They're all good boys, and I never thought anything like this would happen." Penguin people's eyes are red.

Gordon looked at the man, who was much shorter than himself, and knew his details: "This is what we should do, but... You're hiding a firearm..."

In Gotham, guns aren't a big deal, and Gordon is just trying to find an excuse.

"God blessed them, and they had relatives in their homes." The penguin interrupted Gordon, "You know, some of them don't even know what it's like to be a woman. ”

Pure fart, Gordon said: "I will always keep an eye on you, their family, you should be kind, they are your subordinates." ”

"Yes. I will. The penguin man stared at Gordon for a long time, nodded and smiled.

The guys are loyal, and he loves it.

"I hope you'll comply." Looking away from the penguin, Gordon returned his attention to the case.

After much consideration, he finally merged the two cases.

……

Gotham General Hospital.

Paul was lying in a single hospital room, and outside the door stood two black-clad bodyguards, they were burly and from the special forces.

Professionally trained and highly skilled in martial arts, far from being comparable to those ordinary fighters before him.

Suddenly!

The cold light appeared, and the bodyguard immediately fell, and Batman, Thomas Wayne, put away the tranquilizer gun and walked out of the corner.

Pushing open the room, Paul swallowed the apple and smiled, "Hey, Batman." Thanks to you, I was able to escape. ”

"How's the injury?"

Looking down at the broken arm, he was depressed: "It's not good, there are many places where I am not very used to losing my right arm." ”

"Star Labs has launched a new prosthetic." Batman pulls out a small notebook from behind his back, which is full of things.

"That's all there is to it." Paul said.

"I need you to cooperate with me." Batman turned the page: "Only then can we find the person who attacked you and avenge you." ”

He wasn't so kind to avenge anyone.

I didn't have that time.

Finding that terrorist, killing him, and reducing the crime rate in Gotham is his original intention.

The movement was obviously sluggish, and Paul smiled reluctantly: "The death shooter did it, I don't know about the rest." ”

After staring at it for a long time, Batman took back the small notebook: "I checked your bank account number, the transaction partner." They're not what you say. ”

"Haha... Is it. Paul turned his mind and came up with a relatively logical reason on the spur: "He wanted to kill me, and I offered to exchange my life for money." ”

"Obviously, he took the money and still wanted to kill me. There's no work ethic at all, is it. ”

With his eyes narrowing slightly, Batman once again showed strong evidence: "I checked your surveillance equipment, and the death shooter entered Paul Manor very early. With his style of doing things, your bodyguards won't be able to stand still when he enters the manor.

And after that, a strange man goes to the manor and kills your bodyguard with a laser eye. Do you need me to go on? ”

His heart sank, and Paul finally knew the reason why Batman was so difficult: "That guy with laser eyes is my subordinate, and he saved me from the death shooter." ”

"No, he's not your subordinate." Batman stepped forward, his left forearm pressed against Paul's neck, his right hand controlled his left arm, knocked down the apple, and his eyes were extremely serious: "His identity information was blank a few hours ago. ”

"Tell me who he is."

"I said, he's my subordinate." Paul's breathing was blocked, his legs were slamming on the bed, and the white sheets were crumpled and folded on top of each other.

He doesn't believe Batman will kill him.

With a click, his index finger snapped, and Paul screamed and struggled even more.

"You still have four fingers."

"Shet! He's really my subordinate, you madman, do you know what you've done! ”

"My men won't cut off one of your arms." Batman's eyes were sharp, and he broke another finger.

"I used to be a doctor, and I have thousands of ways to torture you without killing you."

"Damn! What the hell do you want from me! ”

"And three more."

"I don't know! I don't know what answer you'll ever need, you lunatic, you should be in the Ackham Asylum just like them. Paul twisted.

"Two more." Batman was unmoved, he firmly believed in his judgment, and this guy knew for sure.

"Ugh!" Gasping, Paul's eyes were bloodshot: "I swear, I will convince the mayor to find out your identity." Yes! ”

"The last one." Grabbing the last thumbs, Batman changed the question: "Your threat doesn't mean anything to me. What is the deal between you that makes you so protective of him. ”

"There is no deal." Paul's eyes were firm, and cold sweat gathered on the tip of his nose, sliding down the wings of his nose and sliding onto the pillow.

He would never say anything about Arthur.

That madman would really kill him.

And Batman won't.

He only fights criminals, although he embezzles himself and does not act. But under surveillance, Batman will never kill himself.

He has this self-confidence.

Bang!

The dull sound echoed in the hospital bed, and Paul coughed up sour water, and subconsciously covered his abdomen with his left hand, and his eyes were closed in pain.

When he opened his eyes again, Batman was gone. All that was left in the room was the plain curtains swaying in the wind.

He won.

But I couldn't be happy at all.

He knows that he has been targeted by Night Knight and Batman, and whatever he does in the future may be under his surveillance.

"Fuck you. of..."

……

The next day, the Gotham Gazette published the Iceberg Club on its homepage. A large close-up of the wall with the disciplinarian script on the scene of the accident was also left.

The citizens of Gotham have mixed opinions about this new "terrorist" punister.

Metropolis, just across the river from Gotham City.

The weather in the two cities, one in the sky and the other on the ground, is very different.

The metropolis is sunny and Gotham is cloudy, and they are like day and night, two extremes.

Lex Group, the tallest building in the metropolis.

Looking at the crater not far below, Arthur pondered: "Twenty years ago, a meteorite fell on the metropolis, killing nearly 300,000 people with the heat and shock wave of the impact. ”

This was found on the web.

After he left the Iceberg Club, he went back to the villa, picked up something, changed the car, changed the maid, and came here by car.

Confirm something.

It turns out that despite the different worlds and different characters, there is still a superman in this world.

It's just that there was something wrong with the location where he landed.

Why does he know?

Because of kryptonite, a magical green "stone" that followed the "meteorite" to Earth 20 years ago.