The night was boiling in the roar...

The people on the street didn't see what was going on. They just watched the old Joey walk towards the gate of the Arkham Asylum... and in an instant, the entire city wall collapsed.

Everything happened so suddenly, as if Old Joey's fat meat was shaking and the sky collapsed.

How many bombs did he release?

Is there our inner escort in the madhouse?

Or is he a weird person holding some black technology?

......

Don't care!

The people on the street never care about this because they have their own things to do, they have to shout, be excited, be crazy, and follow the old fat man hysterically... This is a moment that is about to be recorded in Gotham's history. The "Roman Empire" is going to rush into the Arkham Asylum today and open up the dark night!

And that old Joey...

Who cares whether he is an angel or a devil?

Anyway, he is on our side!

The old street began to shake, and the dense steps and shouts overcame the loud noise of collapse. The black crowd rushed towards the collapsed wall like a stimulant, stepped over the steel bars, and over the rocks, like dense wild dogs rushing into the city full of fresh meat.

Old Joey slapped the dust in front of the fan and was submerged in the shouting... After the knife was chopped, the rust on the surface spread out in vain, just like time had been released for almost a thousand years, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a broken old butcher knife.

Joey pouted and looked at the rust on the knife's face: "Hey, I saved it for more than three months, and I used it up in one knife."

He shrugged his shoulders and put it back to his waist...

"But, these kids seem quite decent."

He said with a smile.

......

......

At the same time, Gotham City District, the General Office of the Police Department.

Director Gordon didn't have supper today.

This is not to say that he is so busy that he has no time to eat, but that he can't keep eating.

For some reason, he had no appetite all day, and the nerve in his mind that was managing hunger was strangled to death, and was frightened by a sense of unreasonable fear and anxiety.

It was a very unknown premonition... This premonition began from the phone call last night, continued to this day, and then completely burst out at this moment, as if there was a voice roaring in his mind, trying to tell him what was about to happen, but... he couldn't hear it clearly at all.

Gordon rubbed his dry eyes... This inexplicable premonition has often appeared seven or eight years ago. In some major cases, in the process of arresting criminals, such as a few days ago, when he and Ziliang were talking across the bank gate, this sound always sounded faintly... He didn't understand what was wrong with him, and in the end he could only attribute this strange feeling to his own illness.

But today, his premonition was extremely strong, as if he was crazy reminding himself... to do something.

However... Gordon still couldn't hear it clearly.

So he picked up the bottle of medicine again, poured two pills into his mouth, hoping that this would calm his head down.

Suddenly... a rapid phone ringing rang.

Of course, the ringtone of the phone will not change the rhythm, but the moment the sound came into Director Gordon's ear, he had a premonition that the phone call would change everything about himself... whether it was in the past or the future.

He answered the phone by chance.

However, before the earpiece could approach his ear, he heard crazy shouts coming from inside.

"Help! Please help..."

Gordon suddenly put the phone close to his ear: "What's wrong, what happened?" He reluctantly captured the traces of Warden Quincy Sharp in the other party's panic voice.

"We were attacked! Prison robbery! They rushed in!"

There were a series of panic shouts, and the background was filled with gunfire or roar.

"Corruption? Crackdown Arkham Asylum?"

The first reaction in Director Gordon's mind was that if this was a prank... then the level of this prank is too low-end.

Because since the expansion of Arkham Asylum many years ago, it has been no longer an ordinary prison, but an extremely strong steel cage. If you say someone escapes from prison, he still believes... But if you say someone robs the prison, haha-it's just like making yourself laugh?

How to rob? Do you drive a tank? Even if someone really drives a tank, it is impossible to explode the gate of Arkham Prison.

"Bang!"

A gunshot that was so close that it crashed directly into Jim Gordon's mind, which made his ear buzz.

The phone on the other end should have been thrown to the ground, with a series of collisions, and then suddenly turned into a silent busy voice.

Amid the "beep" sound, the voice in Director Gordon's mind boiled again!

What is it shouting?

Just then...

"Director!" A panic-filled voice came, and the door of the police station office was pushed open suddenly. He saw a police officer standing at the door with a shocked look on his face: "Crisis alarm, from Arkham Asylum!"

......

......

In the asylum.

It seemed that the place was filled with gunfire and shouts, and it seemed extremely chaotic.

There are too many people in the "Roman Empire", almost several times the number of guards. As a prison, Arkham Asylum cannot be equipped with so many full-time combatants, and most of the police here are prison guards.

So after the door was chopped open, the "Roman Empire" demonstrated their terrifying strength as the most powerful gangster in Gotham in real frontal battle. They almost swallowed wherever they passed, quickly occupying all positions.

......

At the end of a corridor, an iron door was kicked open.

A prison guard was pushed in, and behind him was the tall body of Old Joey and a group of vicious gangsters.

"Brother, I think it's necessary for me to remind you that Old Joey doesn't like turning too many turns, so you'd better let me see the door sign of the lockdown room as soon as possible." Joey muttered unhappily. For him, the roads here were too narrow and almost the same, so he was already lost about a few minutes ago.

"Quick... it's coming soon!" the guard responded tremblingly, and then quickly accelerated his pace.

Finally, after turning two more corridors, the lucky prison guard finally took Joey to the lockdown room. In fact, if he turned another corner, Old Joey would chop him up as feed.

"That's it..." the prison guard said tremblingly.

Old Joey looked at the closed iron door in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he raised the knife around his waist.

At this moment, the knife was already rusted, so Joey was working hard and chopped the lock in the lock-room "Dangdang" in a row, and sparks flew everywhere, and finally chopped the lock open.

Then, he grabbed the handle... With the harsh friction of the door shaft, a ray of light shone into the dark confinement room.

All the people around were stretching their necks to see what the person who had collapsed the gate of Arkham Asylum was always talking about was like...

Immediately afterwards, they saw the darkness that the light did not shine, and two demon-like scarlet bloody eyes... slowly opened.

A terrifying fear rushed out of the door!

At this moment, almost everyone subconsciously stopped breathing. The blood from their hearts rushed into their brains fiercely, and the inflated blood vessels rubbed against their eardrums. The hissing sound was like a whisper from hell.

fear......

What was even more frightened was that the pair of scarlet eyes stood up, and the evil ghost of hell stood up and slowly walked towards him from the darkness.

People felt their throats being strangled, and they felt a dying breath staring at them. Their bodies were backing back uncontrollably. Several people in the front row fell directly to the ground and shivered.

Finally, the fear in the darkness came out.

At this moment... everyone was stunned.

Because that wasn't a demon with fangs...

It was a sloppy and thin man with messy hair.

He obviously just woke up, scratching his head while yawning without any image...
Chapter completed!