Only me in the world is normal

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

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

You can wait until the end, someone really got the inheritance of Nighthawk, and Xia Yanzhen will make a move.

"You stare here, I'll go back." Xia Yanzhen said to Tiamat, took out the holy book of purification, and stepped on it with the wings of light.

Tiamat quickly became the size of an earring and fell downwards.

inside the warehouse.

Quinn and the Mad Hatter stared wide-eyed.

"Come on, what should we do now?" The Mad Hatter asked impatiently, as if he was the one talking.

"Ahem." Quinn coughed, "Then what, I have medicine."

The psychic Ma Duo was found, but there was a little problem.

When Kun En shot to arrest people, he punched through the wall, and everyone suffered serious injuries.

Ma Duo was no exception. She was in a coma and it would be difficult to wake up for a while. If she was not treated in time, her injury would worsen and become even more serious.

"You idiot potion, right! You haven't started fighting with anyone yet!" The Mad Hatter spit at Kunn.

The idiot potion is a special drug commonly used by Kun En and his little brother cannon fodder.

Through intramuscular injection, people can become extremely powerful in a short period of time, lose the sense of pain and obtain super recovery power.

As long as the vitals are not hit, you can't die.

After the effect of the medicine is over, the effect can still be retained.

If used many times, it looks like a little superman.

The price is what the Mad Hatter calls a "fool".

After using it, the IQ will continue to decrease and you will become a fool.

Basically half stupid once, completely stupid twice, the dog is smarter than the person who uses the fool's potion.

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

One personality endured the side effects of the medicine and became a fool, and the other personality was usually in charge.

Let another husky personality come on when needed.

As ridiculous as it sounds, Gotham's supervillains have never talked about "science."

"The potion will bring her back."

"And then you became a fool? Now your other fool personality has the upper hand?" The Mad Hatter mocked unceremoniously.

He's also interested in the Nighthawks legacy.

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

"Well, it seems that I have to take you to the doctor."

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

"... Trouble." That's what Kun En said, but he still took the Mad Hatter with one hand and Maduo with the other, and led the younger brother out of the warehouse.

Just after leaving, a group of people appeared outside.

Another battle with loud gunfire.

"It's really lively."

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

There is an air of freedom everywhere in Gotham.

hospital.

Bill woke up suddenly from a coma, his nose filled with the smell of disinfectant.

He was lying on a hospital bed in a single room.

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

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

"Damn it! As promised, just call your name and come!"

Bill looked outside, the sky was hazy, it was already evening, approaching night.

He was in a coma for about half a day, but his condition seemed to be unexpectedly good?
Bill moved his head and body, but he didn't feel any pain.

"Am I okay?"

He muttered to himself, and stretched out his hands to press back and forth on his body, but he did not feel any pain.

"Of course it's fine."

A voice sounded suddenly.

Bill was taken aback, and turned his head to see that Munster Xia was sitting on a chair.

"You are late!"

Seeing Xia Yanzhen, Bill said immediately.

If he had come earlier, he could have stopped Quinn.

"It's not too late, I already know the whereabouts of Kun En." Xia Yanzhen said.

Tiamat stared.

After getting rid of those stumbling blocks, Kunn found Gotham's hidden profession—the underground black doctor, and treated Maduo and the Mad Hatter.

Yes, the Mad Hatter was treated too.

After several siege battles, some of Kun En's men died, some were seriously injured, and some were caught.

There is no longer any way to help him.

Kun En has become a loner, and more and more people and forces are looking for him, and they are getting bigger and bigger.

Quinn needs help.

The Mad Hatter's injury is relatively easy to "treat", the broken bone is nailed with special steel nails, and then painless medicine is added.

Every minute is another hero.

As for whether he would kill himself or leave sequelae.

It's not in the black doctor, Quinn, or even the Mad Hatter's own consideration.

The Mad Hatter hasn't sewed a hat for more than ten hours. It's very uncomfortable. It seems that there are ants crawling on his body.

He desperately needed to sew a hat on.

You have to do it yourself.

Moreover, the Mad Hatter also hopes to be able to move freely, otherwise he will have no power to protect himself.

On the contrary, the two are more concerned about Ma Duo's safety.

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

Fortunately, Ma Duo didn't turn into a vegetable or anything. She woke up after treatment, and then fell asleep again.

According to the doctor, it will be almost done by tomorrow morning.

Not to mention complete recovery, at least there is no problem in communicating clearly.

Just after the treatment, people from all parties arrived as scheduled.

Once Kunen missed his head, it would be difficult to completely hide it again.

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

After another chaos, Quinn and the Mad Hatter teamed up to throw off the pursuers and run away with Ma Duo.

They should then have a few hours of rest.

No luck even for a few hours.

When to be targeted again depends on luck.

Tiamat followed, Xia Yan really grasped their actions, and was not in a hurry.

You can even help them out.

Xia Yan really did not forget the agreement with Bill, his injury is not serious, and he might not be able to get out of bed for a week.

Xia Yanzhen gave Bill a little healing potion.

By the way, I also fed Gordon a little. When Gordon is needed, he 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 that Xia Yanzhen said that he had the whereabouts of Kun En, he wanted to find him as soon as he lifted the quilt.

"Don't worry."

Xia Yanzhen signaled Bill not to be impatient, "When Kunen and the others find Nighthawk's legacy, we won't be too late to do it."

"Isn't it too late?" Bill said, "and there might be a lot of people by then."

Xia Yan can really grasp Kun En's whereabouts, but what about the others?
If others think the same way, then there will be a huge chaos.

It is not easy to extract chestnuts from the fire.

"Now that we find Kunen to do it, it means that we have become everyone's target." Xia Yanzhen said, "You don't want to be like this, Bill."

Judging from today's observations, Gotham has not threatened its own power for the time being.

But Xia Yanzhen never thought of jumping out and drawing all the attention to herself.

Why go to those troubles.

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

It's not that I enjoy the pleasure of controlling everything, but that there are not so many messy things.

For example, this night, Xia Yanzhen could stay in one place quietly and concentrate on practicing the magic breath technique.

If you take the initiative to attack, there will be an endless stream of guests, so how can you practice?

Steal the floating life for half a day.

"Okay, I won't lose track." Bill agreed.

"will not."

That night, Gotham was not quiet.

The first half of the night was fine, but in the second half of the night, Gordon was rushed out of the hospital and started running around.

There are various cases happening everywhere in Gotham. Shooting and death are basic operations, while explosions are advanced operations.

There are also some lunatics who directly kidnap innocent citizens.

Asking the Gotham police to hand over the legacy of Nighthawkman, the idea cannot be said to be very clear, but it is definitely Gotham.

The COP at Gotham Police Department is desperate, what can they do?
If they really have the legacy of Nighthawk, they will definitely use the legacy to kill these damn lunatics at the first time-provided that the legacy can be used in this way.

The Gotham Police Department has to deal with various security incidents, and it will be announced that they have withdrawn from the competition for the legacy of Nighthawk.

Manpower is limited, really busy.

This is what many people want to see.

Neither the bigwigs nor the criminals want the Gotham Police Department to get Nighthawk's legacy.

If one can be eliminated first, one will be eliminated first.

Four in the morning.

Quinn put a crystal ball in front of Maduo.

"Put your hand up, press it, try your best to think about Nighthawk's home." Ma Duo said to the Mad Hatter.

The Mad Hatter does.

Ma Duo didn't do the divination immediately, but said, "It's agreed, let me go after the divination."

"Don't worry." Quinn said.

This promise if he intends to keep it.

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

"Here we go, focus!"

Ma Duo stretched out her hand and kept tapping the side of the crystal ball with her fingers, as if she was playing a piano.

Following her movements, bursts of dense mist emanated from the crystal ball, faintly forming blurred pictures.

"I can't see clearly at all." Kun
En muttered.

Ma Duo ignored him, she began to turn over the white, staring at the pictures in the white mist.

The body trembled.

One minute later, Ma Duo suddenly let out a strange cry and fell backwards to the ground.

"what happened?"

asked the Mad Hatter.

Kunn walked over and grabbed Ma Duo: "Don't die! Where is Nighthawk's lair?"

In fact, Quinn once said that Maduo would directly divination about Nighthawk's legacy.

But Ma Duo said that divination is impossible, and there must be an action that has a deep connection with Nighthawk as a medium.

So the only option is to divination Nighthawkman's lair.

Ma Duo shook her head, her body seemed to be wobbling, and it took a while to "calm down".

"At the 'Emond Rescue Center'." Ma Duo said immediately after calming down.

"Emond Rescue Center?"

Quinn was a little strange.

That place can be regarded as a famous landmark of Gotham.

Funded and constructed by the dead philanthropist Emond, it is mainly used to help the homeless and the homeless survive the cold winter of Gotham.

After Emond's death, the rescue center continued to operate with the support of people from all walks of life.

If anyone wanted to be known as a "philanthropist", they would donate to the Emond Relief Center.

"Where is the rescue center?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure it's at or near the rescue center—as long as this guy is not mistaken." Ma Duo looked at the Mad Hatter and said.

What she divination is the memory of the Mad Hatter, if the Mad Hatter makes a mistake, there is nothing she can do.

"understood."

Kun En beat Ma Duo unconscious with a knife in his hand.

Soldiers are precious and fast, and their advantage over other people and other forces in Gotham is the time difference of a few hours.

Ma Duo will not die, but she cannot be let out, as the news will spread too fast.

Quinn's first-mover advantage is gone.

Quinn and the Mad Hatter left the temporary foothold and drove to the Emond Rescue Center, unaware of a "little bug" lying on the roof of the car and following them.

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

The three rows of buildings are connected vertically, horizontally and vertically, as if the character "mountain" is missing the vertical one in the middle.

The large open space in the middle belongs to the backyard of the rescue center, and it is also the place where the homeless spend the winter.

A canopy has been built here to shelter from the wind and rain, as well as a little shelter from Gotham's blizzard.

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

It's winter in Gotham right now.

Although the snowstorm has not yet come, the sub-zero temperature has made it unbearable for many homeless people.

The backyard rescue point of the rescue center is already full of people.

In the dark night, those people curled up as much as possible, huddling themselves in the blankets sent by the rescue center.

The surrounding buildings and thin wooden houses can keep out the cold wind, but they can't keep out the low temperature.

There is no staff in the rescue center at night.

At a corner three streets away from here, a car was parked.

The two figures swept across the dark street at an extremely fast speed and came to the rescue center.

The Mad Hatter easily scratched a circle on the window glass with his sharp fingernails, stretched in to open the locked window, and sneaked in with Quinn.

Obviously, Quinn is not very good at sneaking into this kind of thing, and stumbles from time to time.

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

Those homeless people will not enter the building at night.

The rescue center has strict regulations, and there are two kinds of people who will never rescue.

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

It is obviously a crime to enter the rescue center without consent. Once discovered, it is impossible to come here for a hot and full meal in the future.

After half an hour.

The rather impatient Quinn said, "Are you sure this is the Nighthawk's lair?"

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

"Of course I'm not sure, I've lost my memory." The Mad Hatter said, "Maybe this is where he works."

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

They have already looked at the staff files, and there is no one whose physical characteristics are close to Nighthawk.

"Not the staff? Could it be those homeless people?" The Mad Hatter suddenly looked towards the backyard.

"You mean Nighthawk is a homeless man? How is that possible!" Quinn didn't believe it.

How could that terrifying ghost of Gotham be a bum?

"How is it impossible! Let's go and find out who has lived here for a long time."

The Mad Hatter hurriedly said.

"Okay." Quinn said.

The rescue center does not have a complete file room, and all kinds of materials are scattered in several rooms.

Separate check is the most efficient.

But when Quinn walked into a room, the Mad Hatter quietly appeared by the window, opened the window, and fell into the backyard.

Just now, a fragment flashed in his mind.

At that time, he sneaked into the simple wooden house in the backyard, and then, a pair of cold and angry eyes occupied the Mad Hatter's entire sight.

I can't remember the cause and effect.

But the Mad Hatter remembers, the number of that wooden house, No. 13!
There, is the Eagle's Nest!
I caught a cold, and my nose flowed like a fool.

There are only one update and four thousand words today, please forgive me.