Xia Yanzhen didn't go down to cut off the beard.

Since Quinn and the others are so efficient, let them continue to do it.

can wait until the end, someone really gets the legacy of Night Hawk, and Xia Yanzhen will make another move.

"You're keeping an eye here, I'll go back." Xia Yanzhen said to Tiamat, took out the Book of Divine Purification, and stepped on it with the wings of light.

Tiamat quickly turned to the size of an earring and fell downward.

Inside the warehouse.

Quinn and the Mad Hatter stared wide-eyed.

"Say, what now?" The Mad Hatter asked, in an impatient tone, as if he were the one who was talking.

"Ahem." Quinn coughed, "What, I have medicine." ”

The psychic Marduo was recovered, but something went wrong.

When Quinn shot at the people, he came through the wall, and everyone was not lightly injured.

Maduo is no exception, unconscious, difficult to wake up for a while and a half, and if left untreated, the injury will worsen and become more serious.

"You idiot potion huh! You haven't started fighting anyone yet! The Mad Hatter spat at Qunn.

Fool's Elixir is a special medicine commonly used by Quinn and his younger brother cannon fodder.

Through intramuscular injections, a person can become more powerful in a short period of time, lose pain perception and gain super resilience.

As long as it's not a vital point, you can't die.

After the effect is over, some of the effect can be retained.

If you use it many times, you can get rid of a little superman.

The price is what the Mad Hatter said was a "fool".

After using it, the IQ keeps decreasing and becomes a fool.

Basically, once half stupid, twice completely stupid, dogs are smarter than people who use fool potions.

Quinn is the only exception, and I don't know if it has something to do with his dual personality.

One personality has suffered the side effects of the potion and becomes a fool, and it is usually the other personality who is in charge.

Let another husky personality be put on when needed.

It sounds ridiculous, but the supervillains of Gotham never talk about "science".

"The potion will bring her back."

"And then become a fool, huh? Your other idiot personality has the upper hand now? The Mad Hatter mocked unceremoniously.

He is also interested in the Nighthawk legacy.

"This woman relies on her brain, not her muscles, does she understand?"

"Well, it looks like I'm going to take you to the doctor."

"There are so many black doctors in Gotham, is it difficult?"

“…… Troublesome. Quinn said so, but he still had a mad hat in one hand and a mad man in the other, and left the warehouse with his little brother.

As soon as he left, a group of people appeared outside.

Another battle with loud gunfire.

"It's really hilarious."

In the sky, Xia Yanzhen, who heard the noise, turned his head and took a look.

Gotham is everywhere in the air of freedom.

Hospital.

Bill awoke from his coma, his nose filled with the smell of disinfectant water.

He was lying in a hospital bed, still in a single room.

The treatment of COP at the Gotham Police Station is still good, the medical expenses for work-related injuries are fully reimbursed, and it is still a single room.

Otherwise, not many people dare to do such a high-risk occupation.

"Damn it! If you say yes, just call your name and come! ”

Bill looked outside, it was hazy, it was already evening, it was close to night.

He was in a coma for about a long time, but the state seemed to be unexpectedly good?

Bill moved his head and body, and felt no pain.

"Am I alright?"

He muttered to himself, reached out and pressed his hand around his body, and did not feel any pain.

"Of course it's fine."

A voice rang out suddenly.

Startled Bill, he turned his head to see Munster Xia sitting in his chair.

"You're late!"

Seeing Xia Yanzhen, Bill immediately said.

If you come earlier, you can intercept Quinn.

"It's not too late, I've got the hang of Quinn's whereabouts." Xia Yanzhen said.

Tiamat stared.

After Quinn shakes off those obstacles, he finds Gotham's hidden profession, the Underground Doctor, and treats Mad Duo and Mad Hatter.

Yes, the Mad Hatter was also treated.

After several siege battles, Quinn's men, dead to death, seriously wounded to the seriously wounded, and captured to be captured.

He can no longer be helped.

Quinn has become a loner, and the number of people and forces looking for him is growing larger and larger.

Quinn needs a helper.

Mad Hatter's injuries are easier to "manage", and the broken bones are nailed with special steel nails, and then painless medicine is added.

Minute by minute, he is a good man.

As for whether he will kill himself or leave sequelae.

It's not in the Black Doctor, Quinn, or even the Mad Hatter's own considerations.

The Mad Hatter hadn't sewn a hat for more than ten hours, and it was very uncomfortable, as if there were ants crawling on his body.

He desperately needed to sew hats.

You have to do it yourself.

And the Mad Hatter himself wants to be able to move freely, otherwise he will not have the power to protect himself at all.

On the contrary, the two were more concerned about Maduo's safety.

This woman is too fragile to let anything happen to her.

Fortunately, Maduo didn't turn into a vegetative state or anything, and woke up after treatment, and then fell asleep again.

According to the doctor, it will be about the same by tomorrow morning.

Not to mention a complete recovery, at least sober communication is fine.

As soon as the treatment was completed, all parties arrived as scheduled.

Once Quinn leaks, it's hard to hide it completely.

Even if you don't show your head, you can't hide it for a few days.

After another mess, Quinn and the Mad Hatter team up to shake off their pursuers and run away with Mardo.

They should have a few hours of rest next.

Bad luck didn't even get a couple of hours.

When to be re-targeted, it depends on luck.

Tiamat followed, and Xia Yanzhen mastered their actions and was not in the slightest hurry.

You can even help them out.

Xia Yanzhen has not forgotten the agreement with Bill, his injury is not light, and he may not be able to get out of bed for a week.

Xia Yanzhen fed Bill a little healing potion.

By the way, I also fed Gordon a little, and when you need Gordon, you can use it at any time.

Of course, the more tool people, the better.

Bill was less injured than Gordon and woke up earlier.

After hearing Xia Yanzhen say that he had Quinn's whereabouts, he lifted the quilt and was about to look for it.

"Don't worry."

Xia Yanzhen motioned to Bill to be calm, "When Quinn and the others find the legacy of Nighthawk, it's not too late for us to do it." ”

"Too late, isn't it?" "And maybe there will be a lot of people at that time." ”

Xia Yan was really able to grasp Quinn's whereabouts, but what about the others?

If others think the same way, then it will be a huge mess.

It's not easy to get a chestnut out of the fire.

"Now that we've found Quinn to do it, it's equivalent to us becoming everyone's target." Xia Yanzhen said, "You don't want that either, Bill. ”

Judging from today's observations, Gotham has no power to threaten himself for the time being.

But Xia Yanzhen didn't think about jumping out and attracting all his attention to himself.

Why bother with those troubles.

Isn't it good to be a "man behind the scenes"?

It's not that I enjoy the pleasure of being in control, but I don't have so much mess.

For example, this night, Xia Yanzhen could stay in one place quietly and concentrate on cultivating the Demon Breath Technique.

If you take the initiative, there will inevitably be an endless stream of guests, how can you cultivate?

Stealing half a day's leisure.

"Well, I won't lose it." Bill should take it.

"No, it won't."

This night, Gotham was not quiet.

The first half of the night was fine, but in the second half of the night, Gordon was hurriedly discharged from the hospital and began to run around.

There are various cases happening all over Gotham, shootings and dead people are basic operations, and explosions are advanced operations.

There are also fanatics who directly kidnap innocent citizens.

Asking the Gotham police to hand over Nighthawk's legacy, the idea can't be said to be very clear, but it's definitely very Gotham.

The COP at the Gotham Police Station is desperate, what can they do?

If they really had Nighthawk's legacy, they would have used it to kill these damned fanatics in the first place - if the legacy could be used that way.

The Gotham Police Station will have to deal with various law and order incidents, and if they announce that they have withdrawn from the fight for the Nighthawk legacy.

The manpower is limited, and I really can't keep it busy.

That's what a lot of people want to see.

Neither the big shots, nor the criminals, want the Gotham Police Station to get the Nighthawk's legacy.

If you can eliminate one first, you will eliminate one first.

Four o'clock in the morning.

Quinn placed a crystal ball in front of Mado.

"Put your hands up, press them on them, and do your best to think about Nighthawk's home." Mad said to the Mad Hatter.

The Mad Hatter did so.

Ma Duo did not divinate immediately, but said, "Okay, let me go after divination." ”

"Don't worry." Quinn said.

This is an undertaking that he intends to keep.

It's not because her conscience is still clear, but that Ma Duo is useful, and maybe she can be used again in the future.

"Here we go, focus!"

Mado reached out and tapped the side of the crystal ball with her fingers, as if she were playing a piano.

As she moved, bursts of mist emanated from the crystal ball, vaguely forming a blurry picture.

"I can't see it at all." elder brother

Eun muttered.

Mardo ignored him, and she began to turn white, staring at the images in the white mist.

His body trembled.

A minute later, Mado suddenly screamed and fell backwards to the ground.

"What's wrong?"

The Mad Hatter asked.

Quinn walked over and grabbed Mardow, "Don't die! Where is Nighthawk's lair? ”

In fact, Quinn said that Mardo would directly divinate the legacy of Nighthawk.

But Mardo says that divination can't be done, and there must be an action that is deeply related to Nighthawk as a medium.

So I can only retreat to the next best thing: divination Nighthawk's lair.

Maduo shook her head, her body as if she was swinging, and it took a while to "calm down".

"At the 'Emond Rescue Center.'" Mado, who had calmed down, said immediately.

"Aemond Rescue Center?"

Quinn was a little weird.

That place is also a famous landmark in Gotham.

It was financed by the deceased philanthropist Aemond, and was mainly used to help the homeless and homeless survive the cold winter of Gotham.

After Aemond's death, the relief center continued to operate with funding from people from all walks of life.

If anyone wants to brush up on the name of a "philanthropist", they will donate to the Edmond Relief Center.

"Where is it in the rescue center?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure it's in the rescue center or nearby - as long as this guy is not mistaken." Mardo said as she looked at the Mad Hatter.

She divined the Mad Hatter's memories, and if the Mad Hatter made a mistake, she couldn't do anything about it.

"Got it."

Quinn stuns Maduo with a knife in his hand.

The soldiers are very fast, and their advantage over the rest of the people and other forces in Gotham is the time difference of these few hours.

Maduo wouldn't die, but she couldn't be let out, because the news would spread too quickly.

Quinn's first-mover advantage is gone.

Quinn and Mad Hatter leave their makeshift location and drive to the Edmond Rescue Center, unaware that a "little bug" is lying on the roof of the car and following them.

The Aemond Rescue Center, located near Gotham Park, occupies a corner of the park.

Three rows of buildings, connected in a vertical and vertical way, are like the mountain characters missing the middle one.

The large vacant lot in the middle belongs to the backyard of the rescue center, and it is also a place for those who are homeless to spend the winter.

A canopy was erected to provide shelter from the wind and rain, as well as a little bit from the snowstorms of Gotham.

On the ground, simple wooden houses were built to give people a place to live.

Now Gotham is winter.

Although the blizzard is not yet coming, the already sub-zero temperature is unbearable for many homeless people.

The shelter in the backyard of the rescue center is already full of people.

In the darkness of the night, the men curled up as much as they could, curling themselves up in the blankets sent by the rescue center.

The surrounding buildings, as well as the thin wooden houses, can shelter from the cold wind, but not the low temperatures.

There was no staff at the rescue center at night.

On a corner three streets from here, a car was parked.

The two figures swept through the dark streets at breakneck speed to the rescue center.

The Mad Hatter easily drew a circle through the window pane with his sharp fingernails, reached in to open the locked window, and infiltrated with Quinn.

It's clear that Quinn isn't very good at sneaking into this kind of thing, stumbling up from time to time.

Fortunately, in the rescue center building, there are no staff on duty at night, let alone security guards, so no one will find them.

The homeless people don't enter the building at night.

There are strict rules in the rescue center, and there are two kinds of people who will never be rescued.

One is an addict, and the other is a criminal record.

It is obviously a crime to enter the rescue center without consent, and once discovered, you should not want to come here for a hot meal in the future.

Half an hour later.

Impatient, Quinn said, "Are you sure this is Nighthawk's lair?" ”

They searched the rescue center, but found no sign of the Nighthawk.

"Of course I'm not sure, I'm amnesia." "Maybe this is where he works." ”

"None of the staff here have anything to do with Nighthawk." Quinn said.

They had already looked at the staff files, and none of them had any physical features close to those of Nighthawk.

"Not a staff member? Could it be the homeless people? The Mad Hatter suddenly looked into the backyard.

"You mean Nighthawk is a tramp? How can it be! Quinn didn't believe it.

That terrifying ghost of Gotham how could he be a homeless man?

"How impossible! Let's go separately and check who has lived here for a long time. ”

The Mad Hatter said hurriedly.

"Okay." Quinn said.

The rescue center does not have a complete archive room, and the various materials are scattered in several rooms.

Separate checks are the most efficient.

But when Quinn walks into a room, the Mad Hatter quietly appears by the window, opens it, and falls into the backyard.

Just now, a fragment flashed through his mind.

At that point, he snuck into the improvised wooden room in the backyard, and then, a pair of cold, angry eyes took over the Mad Hatter's view.

I can't remember the cause and effect.

But the Mad Hatter remembers, the number of that boarded house, number 13!

There, it's the Eagle's Nest!

I caught a cold, and I became a fool with a runny nose.

Today there is only one more 4,000 words, and I ask for your forgiveness.