The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 38 Carnival ([-])

As expected by all the citizens of Gotham, tonight is destined to be an extraordinary night. Even for this city of sin, it is still extraordinary.

A large number of police cars are speeding past the street, and the siren has extended into an indistinguishable long sound. In the sky, the helicopter is flying across the night sky with a huge bang, and the whole of Gotham seems to be jumping with joy.
Director Jim Gordon was sitting in a police car, his mind was roaring crazily, it was an unbearable tinnitus, his brain was buzzing, but he still couldn't hear a single word clearly, as if There is a cage in his consciousness, trapping a demon.
He knocked on his head angrily, poured out two more pills, and swallowed them.

Tonight is a war that belongs to Gotham City.If Arkham Asylum is captured, it means that the city's fortress that can imprison evil will become a joke overnight, which means that Gotham will once again become the unrestrained The city is the same as it was many years ago.

This is something he cannot allow anyway.
Over the years, Gordon has changed the law, ignored the trial process, and used all kinds of methods he once sneered at in the political circles to abolish the right to parole, expand the Arkham Asylum, and suppress the prisoners here in an almost inhumane way. It's for this city.

And precisely because of this, Gotham City is much, much better than before.

Batman has been dead for eight years. During these eight years, Jim Gordon used this method to accomplish what Batman has never accomplished.So...he can't tolerate anyone coming to set it all on fire.

As for how the Arkham Asylum was captured?What has become of Arkham Asylum now?In fact, Director Gordon doesn't care anymore, he only knows that all this must be because of that guy named Ziliang
"I'm going to kill him!" Gordon said lightly, then stepped on the accelerator even more fiercely, passed several police cars, and rushed into the highway on the outskirts of Gotham.

Ten minutes later, Gordon got out of the police car in front of the gate of Arkham Asylum.

However, there is no gate here. Even the wall is gone. There are only ruins and rubble in sight. Under the moonlight, the dust seems to be still flying up and down. Inside the wall, the prison building is as usual Quiet.

"Tell Mr. Copperpot that they're coming!" A man in a prison uniform stood above him in the cell, holding a walkie-talkie he had snatched from the guard.At this moment, the entire Arkham Asylum has been completely controlled by the gangsters of the "Roman Empire" and the prisoners under Copperpot.

The door of the warden's office was pushed open again, and Mr Cobblepot came out.He took the handkerchief handed over by a prisoner on the side very gentlemanly, and wiped the blood on his hands.

To be honest, Warden Quincy Sharp has treated him pretty well over the years, so the Penguin didn't kill him, but maybe Quincy Sharp himself hoped that he would give him a good time.

who cares.

"Have those bastard policemen arrived yet?" He asked lightly, and then walked forward.

Opening his arms, a prisoner hurried over and put him in a tuxedo.

A few steps further, someone in the crowd offers an umbrella.

He gracefully took over a top hat, put it on his head, and took out a pair of monocle with a long chain from the pocket of the tuxedo, and put it in front of his left eye gracefully
These things are the equipment that was confiscated when he entered the prison many years ago. It has been stored in the warehouse of the madhouse for a long time. Now, he finally wears them again.

By the time Mr. Coppert walked out of the crowd, he had already returned to the short, short and fat "Penguin Man" who once dominated the Gotham City, held a huge power, was elegant, gentleman, and well-known.

"Are you Parker?" He looked at a 20-year-old gangster in front of him and asked with a cigar in his mouth.

Parker nodded. In fact, if he had seen this person who was once as famous as Mr. Falkene before, he would have been incoherent with excitement.

But the current little gangster Parker is no longer what he used to be. After all, for a person who came out of Ziliang’s small clinic and was instilled with a pig-feeding experience by Old Joey, seeing a gangster legend in Gotham City, Nothing new either.

"Oh, I'm Parker." He was a little tired, so he just responded lightly.

The penguin smiled, and the monolithic mirror reflected a white light, covering up the flash of appreciation in his eyes.

"Alright then, young man." The penguin stood in front of him holding the umbrella with both hands, "Although I may be old, but...don't try to steal all the limelight tonight."

Parker had no idea what kind of character he would grow into after tonight, he just smiled awkwardly, turned around and pushed open the door at the end of the corridor.

"Then. Let's have a carnival."

At the same time, on a large platform in the southwest of Arkham Asylum, Ziliang climbed up the ladder.

This is the top floor of the most fringe prison area, there are no buildings around to cover it, and the night wind is very strong, blowing his messy hair like weeds dancing madly in the strong wind.

He took out a pack of cigarettes in his pocket and wanted to smoke one, but unfortunately, it was empty. Zi Liang sighed depressedly, let go of his hand, and let the night wind blow it to the sky.

"Hey, give me a hand!" came Old Joey's voice.

Ziliang came to the edge of the platform and took Harry Quinn's body with difficulty.Years of freezing and hypnosis had made this good girl extremely weak, and she would definitely not be able to wake up for a while.

Old Joey finally climbed up wheezingly: "Huhu—why come so high, you know I like to stay on the ground."

"Stay far away from the battlefield, we will die if we get shot now." Ziliang said helplessly.

"The battlefield?" Old Joey asked puzzled.

The voice just fell, "Bang!"

A gunshot sounded from a distance kicked off the prelude to the carnival. Immediately afterwards, gunshots followed one after another, and then joined together, the shouts became louder and louder, and explosions followed one after another. After nightfall, the roaring noise also joined the movement drawn by the hail of bullets.

"Well, it seems that no matter what era humans are, they like to fight and kill." Old Joey sat on the ground in a disfigured manner, looking at the gunfire in the distance. He was probably planning that if the fight was over, he would Should I go down and find out if there is any suitable feed
"Of course, conflicts among human beings are inevitable no matter what era, from food in the oldest time, to territory, to belief hundreds of years ago, and now it has evolved to compete for resources. Anyway, people in every era always They can find some reason to fight, in fact, everything is an excuse, I feel that they are habitually thinking that as long as it is not their own, it is worthless, even life is still the same."

Ziliang seemed to be very unhappy because he didn't have a cigarette. He babbled like an old lady, then walked to a searchlight and turned it around to face the sky.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a black cloth from his pocket, and he didn't know when he wanted it for which prisoner.

Anyway, he spread this piece of fabric on the searchlight, fiddled with it back and forth
Finally, above the sky, a shadow appeared in the middle of the reflected light spot.

Looks like a bat across the night sky
(End of this chapter)