All Worlds Madhouse

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

A large number of police cars were speeding through the streets. The sirens had stretched into an indistinguishable sound. In the sky, helicopters flew across the night sky with huge roars. The whole Gotham seemed to be jumping for joy.

Chief Jim Gordon was sitting in a police car, and his mind was roaring crazily. It was an unbearable tinnitus that made his brain buzz, but he still couldn't hear a single word, as if There is a cage in his consciousness, trapping a demon.

He knocked his head angrily, then poured out two more pills and swallowed them.

Tonight is a war for 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 unconstrained city. The city looks like it did many years ago.

This is something he cannot allow under any circumstances.

Over the years, Gordon changed the law, ignored the trial process, used various political methods that he once scorned, abolished the right to parole, expanded Arkham Asylum, and suppressed the inmates here in an almost inhumane way. It's for this city.

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

Batman has been dead for eight years. In these eight years, Jim Gordon used this method to complete what Batman has never completed. So. He couldn't tolerate anyone to burn it all down.

As for how exactly Arkham Asylum was captured? What has become of Arkham Asylum now? In fact, Director Gordon no longer cares. He only knows that all this must be because of that guy named Ziliang.

"I'm going to kill him!" Gordon said calmly, then stepped on the accelerator more fiercely, passed several police cars, and rushed onto the highway on the outskirts of Gotham City.

Ten minutes later, Gordon stepped 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 flying up and down. Within the wall, the prison building looks like usual. Quiet.

"Tell Mr. Cobot that they are coming!" A man in prison uniform stood above him in the prison area. He held the walkie-talkie that he took from the guard and shouted. At this moment, the entire Arkham Asylum is completely controlled by the gangsters of the "Roman Empire" and the prisoners of Cobot.

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

To be honest, Warden Quincy Sharp had been pretty good to him over the years, so the Penguin did not kill him, but maybe Quincy Sharp himself wanted him to give himself a good time.

who cares.

"Have those bastard police officers arrived already?" he asked calmly, and then walked forward.

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

After walking a few steps further, someone in the crowd handed me an umbrella.

He elegantly took a top hat and put it on his head. He also took out a pair of monocles with a long chain from the pocket of his tuxedo, and put it on his left eye in a graceful manner.

These things were the equipment that had been confiscated when he was imprisoned many years ago. They had been stored in the warehouse of the lunatic asylum for a long time. Now, he finally wore them again.

By the time Mr. Cobblet walked out of the crowd, he had returned to the short, fat "Penguin" who once dominated Gotham City, wielded huge power, was elegant, gentlemanly, and famous.

"Are you Parker?" he asked, holding a cigar in his mouth and looking at a 20-year-old gangster in front of him.

Parker nodded. In fact, if he had seen this man who was once as famous as Mr. Falconer before, he would have been so excited that he could not speak coherently.

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 taught a pig-feeding experience by Old Joey, seeing a Gotham City gang legend, There's nothing new about it.

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

The Penguin smiled, and the single-piece mirror reflected a white light, covering up the glimmer of appreciation in his eyes.

"Okay, young man." Penguin held the umbrella with both hands and stood in front of him: "Although I may be old, but... don't try to steal all the limelight tonight."

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

"Then let's have a party."

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

This is the top floor of the outermost prison area. There are no buildings around to block it. The night wind is very strong, blowing his already messy hair like crazy weeds in the strong wind.

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

"Hey, help me!" Old Joey's voice came.

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

Old Joey finally climbed up with a huff: "Huh-huh - why are you up so high? You know I like to stay on the ground."

"You have to stay away from the battlefield. If we are shot now, we will die." Ziliang said helplessly.

"Battlefield?" Old Joey asked doubtfully.

As soon as he finished speaking, "Bang!"

A gunshot sounded in the distance, kicking off the carnival. Immediately afterwards, gunshots came one after another, and then merged into one. The shouts gradually became louder, and explosions were coming one after another. In the distance, several helicopters rushed towards the horizon. As night falls, the roaring sound also joins the music composed of the hail of bullets.

"Well, it seems that humans in any era like to fight and kill." Old Joey sat on the ground in a very inconspicuous manner, looking at the gunfire in the distance. He was probably planning, if the fighting was over, what would happen to him? Should I go down there and find out if there is anything suitable for making feed?

"Of course, conflicts between humans are inevitable no matter what era. From the earliest times, it was because of food, to territory, hundreds of years ago it was because of faith, and now it has evolved to compete for resources. Anyway, in every era, people always They can find some reasons to start a fight, but in fact everything is an excuse. I feel that they are accustomed to thinking that as long as it is not their own, it is worthless, even if it is life."

Ziliang seemed to be unhappy because he had no cigarettes. He was nagging like an old lady, then walked to a searchlight and turned it around to face the sky.

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

Anyway, he spread the piece of fabric on the searchlight and fiddled with it back and forth.

Finally, a shadow appeared in the sky above the reflected light spot.

Looks like a bat flying across the night sky