No one suspected that the clown was lying.

Everyone knows that this is a madman who is difficult to deduce with common sense.

Others will want to monopolize Nighthawk's legacy, and the Joker will only choose to burn Gotham because it's fun to do that.

"Fack!"

There are definitely a lot of people who the clown finds interesting and those who don't.

One of the least interesting people is Quinn.

"Nighthawk actually left a legacy! How do you know? He told you when he beat you?! "Inside a warehouse in Gotham, Quinn growls at the Mad Hatter.

Naturally, he also got the news and knew that he had become the one who had lost it.

Heaven and earth conscience, before getting the news, Quinn really didn't think about the legacy of the Night Hawk.

He found the Mad Hatter and took it away, and it had nothing to do with Nighthawk.

It's because before the Mad Hatter was sent to the hospital by Nighthawk this time, he clashed with one of Quinn's more core subordinates.

The end result was that Quinn's men were sewn hats, and more than one, and the people were basically useless.

Supervillains don't get along.

There are often conflicts between each other, and it is not once or twice that the fight is bloody—especially the kind of person who has a lot of younger brothers under his hands.

Quinn is looking for the Mad Hatter to vent his anger on his men.

As the boss, if his subordinates are bullied and can't get back on the field, where will he put his face? How will you mix outside in the future?

Not everyone is a clown, a madman, who can subdue a group of subordinates just by talking.

Unexpectedly, before the anger came out, and before he could talk about using the Mad Hatter, as soon as the news of Nighthawk's legacy came out, Quinn was targeted by a bunch of people.

"I don't know what Nighthawk's legacy is, the Joker's madman is lying!" In the face of Quinn's questions and the casserole-sized fist, the Mad Hatter shouted loudly.

"Huh."

Quinn sneered, "Do you think I'm going to believe you?" In this case, you take me to the inheritance of the Nighthawk, and you can destroy my men. ”

"Fack! I really don't know what the legacy is! "The Mad Hatter is innocent.

"You don't know, why does the clown say you know?" Quinn punches the Mad Hatter next to the head.

The Mad Hat was hung up and attached to the wall.

The punch directly caused more cracks to spread in the solid and thick walls.

If it is smashed on a person, the head will inevitably be as fragile as a watermelon falling to the ground.

The Mad Hatter couldn't take a few hits.

"Wait! Think about it! The Mad Hatter recalled for a moment, then thought of something, and scolded, "Fake! Could it be that because I know Nighthawk's lair, I say I know the whereabouts of the inheritance? ”

"I see! So where is his lair! ”

Quinn is of course also interested in Nighthawk's legacy.

"How do I know, I was beaten by him and lost my memory! You told me the same! The Mad Hatter said.

“……”

Quinn didn't speak, staring at the Mad Hatter.

"You have a way for me to regain my lost memories, and I can find Nighthawk's lair, if he hadn't moved." The Mad Hatter said he didn't want to die yet.

"Wait."

Quinn dropped a word, leaving a few younger brothers to guard.

He also really knew how to make the Mad Hatter regain his memory, and in Gotham, there was a well-known psychic medium and soothsayer who was the guest of honor for many big people.

Quinn has been exposed to it, and he has some real skills.

There may be a way to dig up the Mad Hatter's hidden memories and get the whereabouts of Nighthawk's lair from him.

It's not like no one has ever thought of knowing where the Nighthawk's lair is through this method before.

But neither the medium, nor the Nighthawk, nor the Mad Hatter are people to mess with.

Even if you know Nighthawk's lair in this way, won't others move?

Pay for one's whistle.

Now it's different, at least Nighthawk is really dead.

If he hadn't moved, and there really was an inheritance in the lair, it would have been a huge fortune.

It's worth the risk.

Besides, now that Quinn is being targeted by everyone, unless he escapes from Gotham, he will always have to face all sides, and it is better to take the initiative himself and get the Nighthawk's legacy before others do it and exhaust him.

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Maduo.

A thin, unsightly middle-aged woman who lives at the junction of the slums and safe areas of Gotham.

Originally, she was safe.

But unexpectedly, the turmoil of Nighthawk's legacy affected her.

In the great Gotham, some people think of going to Quinn's Mad Hatter, and some people think of finding Maduo and asking her to divination.

Isn't it much safer to let the psychic directly divinate the Nighthawk's legacy than to find Quinn and the Mad Hatter?

Not hours after the news spread.

Mardow receives an invitation from a certain big man to tell her about Nighthawk's legacy.

Without waiting for Mardo to refuse, a more direct invitation came.

This time, it wasn't a phone call, but a motorcade drove to her doorstep.

Maduo had to accept the latter's invitation.

However, within half an hour of the convoy going out, it was attacked.

The attacker is unknown, but Maduo is very lucky not to be injured.

I was escorted to the Gotham Police Station by the arriving COP.

Gordon personally led the team, although it was useless, but at least it could stabilize people's hearts.

When the COP convoy was halfway there, it attacked again.

This time the attacker was just a person, not someone else, the fire dog mentioned by the Joker.

Firedogs are individuals, but not ordinary people.

His method of arson was to transform into a large dog burning with raging flames.

It's huge enough to catch up with a regular SUV.

The defense can refer to the main battle tank, except for the eyes and other fragile vital points, it is difficult for ordinary firearms and weapons to hurt the fire dog.

The disadvantage is that the strength is actually relatively average, and three or five adult men can suppress it.

If you are not afraid of the flames on the fire dog, Meng Nan can enjoy the fun of fighting monsters.

Logically, gunshots and screams rang out together.

The bullet fell on the fire dog and did not have much effect.

Although the strength of the fire dog is not high, it has flames on its body, and it rushes straight towards the car, forcing COP to abandon the car and run.

Gordon fled with Mardo, with Bill by his side.

There was chaos in the back, and a group of people tried to keep the fire dogs at bay.

"Summer, summer, summer!"

Bill didn't forget to shout Xia Yanzhen's name while running.

It's not loud, and he doesn't know if he can contact that one in such a chaotic environment.

No way.

COP can't stop the fire dog, and Bill can only hope for Xia Yanzhen.

It's still the same sentence - the man who can slap the iron railing.

After escaping for a while, Gordon, Mardo, Bill, and four cops were blocked in the alley.

In front of it is a fire dog that is getting closer and closer.

Behind it is a one-degree wall, four or five meters high, which cannot be climbed at all.

The dense gunfire gradually stopped, and the group was unable to hurt the approaching fire dogs.

"Tell me! Where is the legacy of the Nighthawks! ”

The fire dog's whispered filial piety formed indistinct words, barely understandable.

"I don't know!" Mardo screamed.

"Divination!"

"What do you think of divination? Divination is not a search bar! It requires prerequisites! "Maduo was angry.

"Roar!"

In response to her was the roar of the fire dog.

A wave of heat rushed in, and Maduo suddenly fell silent.

Before the fire dog could press further, a sound of footsteps came from behind him, heavy and steady.

The fire dog turned his head and saw a man approaching.

The man was tall, two meters tall, extremely strong, holding a sharp knife the length of a small arm, and muttering: "Pig, piglet, pig, piglet......"

"Butcher!"

The fire dog was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became extremely vigilant.

How did this madman end up here?

And looking at his appearance, it seems that he is sick?

"Butcher ......" Fire Dog wanted to test it.

"Pigs! Kill the pigs! Suddenly, the whispering butcher looked at the fire dog, his eyes lit up, and he rushed straight at him with a knife.

The fire dog hurriedly jumped up and dodged.

His skin can block bullets, but not the butcher's knife.

The fire dog had seen with his own eyes that this guy's knife could easily pierce and cut through ten-centimeter-thick steel plates like butter.

Even a utility knife is extremely sharp in the hands of the butcher.

No, as long as it's a knife, there's nothing in the butcher's hand that can't be cut.

When he was in the hospital, he heard rumors that someone had tried a diamond on the butcher, and he cut it with a knife.

The premise is that the butcher is in the stage of onset and treats people as pigs, and his "pig killing knife" will be so powerful.

The butcher who does not get sick has a knife in his hand that is an ordinary knife.

Now the butcher is clearly ill.

The fire dog didn't dare touch his knife.

The butcher was a little dissatisfied that he didn't stab the fire dog to death, but he quickly set his sights on Gordon and the others.

"Pig ......"

"Bang!"

Bill pulled out his last spare gun and fired a shot at the butcher.

The butcher's right hand holding the knife turned into an afterimage with a crisp sound.

The bullet was cracked in half by him and landed on the spot.

"Fack!" Bill yelled, "This is a man? ”

It was only now that he had a clear idea of Gotham's supervillains.

These guys can't be counted as people at all!

Resurrected, turned into a flaming dog, stabbed with bullets, spread the plague virus, Quinn mixed in, how much like a normal person!

At this moment, the wall behind him suddenly collapsed.

The pieces were crushed down, knocking Bill and the others to the ground.

Bill was so dizzy that he almost passed out, and in his black blurring vision, he saw a pair of feet appear, and then a large hand randomly brushed away some rubble and grabbed the unconscious Mado.

"Quinn!"

The roar of the fire dog was still indistinct, but Bill heard it clearly.

Quinn!

He thought he would hide, but he took the initiative to appear!

"Guns! Gun! ”

Bill's unpressed right hand groped frantically on the ground.

Finally, he touched the gun that had fallen to the ground.

But by this time, Quinn had already grabbed Maduo and left, and the fire dog chased after him.

And the butcher didn't know why, so he also abandoned the "pig" that was close to him and chased away.

Gordon and the others thus saved a life.

"Summer!"

Before he passed out completely, Bill gripped the pistol in his right hand and let out a final roar.

Quinn drove a motorcycle, with a badly injured and unconscious Maduo in front of him, speeding all the way through Gotham.

Both the fire dog and the butcher were thrown away by him.

But soon people from other forces chased and intercepted him.

After chasing for a while, Quinn's younger brother also arrived, and there was a fierce "car battle" and gunfight with those people, blocking all the pursuers.

Quinn shook off his pursuers and returned to the warehouse.

The Mad Hatter is still here—though only a few juniors are guarding it, but the Mad Hatter's bones in his hands and feet have been broken.

It's a pain in the heart when you move, you can't exert your strength, and you can't escape.

"The man has arrived."

Quinn smirked at the Mad Hatter, "I hope your memories are still hidden in the back of your mind." ”

High above the warehouse, Xia Yanzhen sat on Tiamat, holding the observation magic mirror, secretly observing Kunn and the others.

I have to praise it.

Gotham's supervillains are very efficient.

What does it mean to be a high-performing team?

That's what a team looks like!