The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 328 Undercurrent
Oswald Chesterfield Copperpot.

This poor child who has never grown a centimeter since he was 11 years old finally closed his eyes quietly at the moment when he was 63 years old.

Because of his inherent disability, he is a person in this big family that no one cares about, and no one will care about him. Apart from the coincidence of his body and the blood of the Colbert family, it seems that he is not as good as A domestic servant.At least, the servant said 'dinner is served'.It can make people sit at the table, but no one has ever listened to what he said.

So, he didn't want to go home, didn't want to go back to that magnificent mansion, and stayed in his "Iceberg Restaurant" all day. Maybe he once thought that his life would pass like this, which is not bad, at least Compared with those deformed children who were born in poor and low-level people's families, I am quite lucky. After all, apart from ridiculing, cold-eyed, ignoring, and chuckling, at least I don't have to worry about eating and drinking.

This kind of psychology accompanied him for more than 20 years in the dark, until a woman with strange makeup rushed into his restaurant and pointed a gun at his head.

Then, the woman handed the button to destroy the Colbert family into her own hands
Everything was overthrown. And rebuilt by itself.

To be honest, Penguin once thanked this woman and even, not just thanks, that kind of emotion may be deeper, but he dare not imagine some kind of emotion.

However, when Penguin wanted to pursue this emotion, the woman disappeared without a sound, leaving no trace.

"Business must be fair, without any emotion." This may be the creed of the Penguin people.

Therefore, if the Colbert family was given to him by the Harley Quinn, then one day, he would have to return it.

"Yeah, it's just a business deal. I have no emotion involved."

Penguin said to himself after closing his eyes.

And before he draws his last breath
"Maybe. a little."

This is his last thought.

When he died, he was smiling.
On the night of Mr. Colbert's burial, there seemed to be a slight change in the entire metropolis.

People all over the world are still looking for that man named 'Zi Liang'. However, among the panicked and bewildered crowd, there seem to be many characters who seem to be in harmony with each other but have firm eyes.They wander the streets and alleys, doing some inconspicuous things, but they involve the whole world.

In restaurants, bars, or entertainment venues all over the world, the sales of martinis are rising steadily. More and more wine glasses are being placed upside down on the dining table, and coins with the "iceberg" mark are beginning to circulate again. , the countless food and beverage sales channels have become the transfer line between intelligence again, just like it was many years ago. The huge hidden power of the Colbert family, after 20 years of disappearance, is slowly flowing again.

They are looking for another hidden power. In some channels that only 'industry insiders' can access, an invitation card with both "iceberg" and "bat" painted on it is circulated covertly around the world.

【We are no longer enemies, we need you】

Finally, at dusk as usual, an old man wearing an old hat walked into a small coffee shop on the south side of downtown Cleveland. In this shop that only sold coffee, he was insane. Ordered a martini.

Of course, there is no alcohol in the cafe.

However, the waiter did not drive this ridiculous customer away, but just let him sit quietly, and after the last customer left the cafe, he walked to the door and hung up the sign of "Closed today".

"Hello, how can I serve you?"

the waiter asked.

The old man raised his head. Under the brim of his hat was a haggard face. He took out a small black postcard with bats and icebergs on it.
"Tell your master, my name is Jim Gordon."

In the early morning of the next day, the Metropolis, on the eve of the heavy rain.

For many years in the past, the sky of the metropolis seemed to be covered with a kind of brilliance. Even on a gloomy and rainy day, it didn't feel dim, but I don't know when, the light here has become gray, and the streets The crowd is still dense, but apart from the sound of cars, there seems to be no noise. People are holding umbrellas, walking, silent, without saying a word, quietly waiting for the heavy rain to come.

A private plane pierced through the clouds and landed on an edge of the airport. There is no record of the flight route of this plane, and even the airport itself miraculously has no news. It is like a ghost, quietly Came to the metropolis silently.

The cabin door opened slowly, and Jim Gordon stepped out of the plane wearing a large overcoat.

Several casually dressed people immediately greeted him, surrounded Gordon and walked into an unremarkable car. Without any greetings or exchanges, as the door closed, the car started and sped away, disappearing into the mist before the rain. among.

All the way north.

On the edge of the city, in the mansion of the Colbert family.

Harley Quinn sat opposite Old Joey.

"A lot of underground personnel have been used. We have already contacted the remaining anti-government forces. Jim Gordon should already be on the way." Quinn said.

Old Joey didn't seem to care much about these things, or in other words, he might not be able to understand if he wanted to.

"Well, I'm not very good at these things, I just want to know, has Hannibal really fallen into the hands of those people?"

The people he mentioned are naturally [Goddess of Death] Selina, and [Avatar of Power] Ice Bear.

Quinn nodded: "Yes, according to the information in a certain information chain of the Colbert family, they confirmed that Hannibal is still alive, and he should be suffering unimaginable torture. He got our intelligence out of his mouth."

"Uh, so what do they want to know about us?"

"Everything." Quinn said: "They have a behind-the-scenes planner. If I guess correctly, it is the woman who called herself [Death] on TV. She is very powerful. I don't mean her ability to control death. It's about her wisdom. Her only purpose is Ziliang. Although we don't know where Ziliang is now, I think that woman doesn't need us to know at all. She just needs to dig out from Hannibal's mouth. From all kinds of seemingly insignificant information, you can deduce the answer you want from it.”

Quinn said, and at this moment, the door of the room was pushed open.
Jim Gordon walks in
(End of this chapter)