People are in Gotham, awakening the motherland system

Without waiting for a few minutes, Rachel walked out of the ward, smiled at Ruan Hao, and just turned around to leave, but was stopped by Ruan Hao.

"Ms. Rachel, if you can, can you leave your phone?"

Rachel frowned slightly and looked at Ruan Hao, it was obvious that she regarded Ruan Hao as a young man who came to talk: "Mr. Ruan, if you are in trouble, I suggest you call the police, if for personal purposes, allow me to refuse." Ruan

Hao looked embarrassed, Rachel as a prosecutor, and Batman's girlfriend's identity, being targeted is a sure thing, Ruan Hao took the initiative to talk.

He didn't want to be mistaken for the prodigal son of the disciple, and patiently explained: "Ms. Rachel, I think you misunderstood, I just don't want you to encounter the same experience as Dick, and you can contact me in case of any danger." "

In Gotham City, prosecutors are a very dangerous profession, especially those who insist on justice and are not willing to join the gang, and they must be mentally prepared to sacrifice at any time every day.

When Rachel heard this, she looked up at Ruan Hao, saw a touch of sincerity in his eyes, and her heart couldn't help but warm, and reminded kindly: "Mr. Ruan Hao, I think you should be careful, Gotham's camera equipment is a lot, in this chaotic city, it is not only our official who can see those videos." "

Shhh!

Ruan Hao then realized that his behavior last night was really reckless, no wonder the thugs who attacked Dick were wearing masks, it turned out that they were protecting themselves.

Maybe last night's surveillance video has been placed on the table of a big man, in Gotham, a ghost place where the forces are intertwined and the people are simple, it is better to be cautious, otherwise it is too easy to capsize in the gutter, after all, high defense does not mean that it will not die.

Rachel knew that Ruan Hao reacted, revealing a hint of playfulness: "This city is bad, thank you for saving Dick, he and Mr. Gordon are the only two good people left in the entire Gotham Police Department, even if this process may touch my bottom line."

After saying that, without waiting for a reaction, he handed over a business card with a string of numbers written on it, turned around and left dashingly, leaving only a back for Ruan Hao, this girl is really sassy!

But soon Rachel meets a nasty guy who is not welcomed by her, Klein who walks out of the district prosecutor's office, meets the oncoming Rachel, and greets her warmly.

"Ms. Rachel, it's nice to see you here."

Jonathan Klein looks gentle, with a straight suit and a black briefcase that he carries with him, which makes his whole person exude an elite temperament.

But Rachel instinctively rejected this person, looking at the oncoming Klein, Rachel showed a mechanical smirk: "Doctor Klein, how can I actually see you at this time?" Are you going to go to court again to defend the murderers' exoneration? Hearing

Rachel's merciless sarcasm, the deep in Klein's charming eyes under the gold wire glasses revealed a trace of imperceptible coldness, which was fleeting.

"No, Miss Rachel, I just went at the invitation of Mr. Prosecutor to check whether Falcone's mental condition is normal, this old guy has cut his wrists three times in seven days."

Klein reached out to stop a taxi and waved goodbye to Rachel: "Goodbye, Miss Rachel, I won't disturb your work." Seeing

Klein leave, Rachel's expression directly became cold.

Jonathan Klein, as the director of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital and a famous psychiatrist, has always exonerated the gangster killer on the grounds that the prosecution suffers from mental illness, and this time he helped Falcone do a psychiatric evaluation, and there must be nothing well.

However, thinking of the materials that Batman stuffed to him last night, Rachel's face showed a trace of coldness: "Wait, sooner or later I want you to clean it up!" "

Gotham Prison is not far from the Gotham Police Station, and more than one-third of the prisoners held are felons, which is the most feared place in the whole of Gotham.

Falcone never dreamed that he would appear here, after all, the Falcone family is the overlord of the dark world of Gotham, and the tentacles of this family have reached every corner of the city.

But last night, a guy known as Batman broke into his territory, knocked him unconscious along with eight heavily armed bodyguards, and was stolen on the spot.

The first to arrive on the scene was Jim Gordon, the only sheriff in the whole of Gotham who refused his bribe, so he was arrested and imprisoned.

For his current status, this is simply a great shame, and the person who put Gotham's underground king to shame must pay for it.

Under the grim white light of the prison, Klein, led by the prison guards, walked calmly through the corridor where countless prisoners were held, and came to the door of the detention cell.

In the prison room, the gray-haired Falcone sat there with blank eyes, his arms and face were covered with unhealed wounds, and there was a faint sour smell on his expensive shirt, which looked very embarrassed.

Seeing Klein walk in, Falcone pouted disdainfully and mocked: "Look who is coming, our famous Arkham Psychiatric Hospital director Dr. Klein, you have finally appeared."

"Don't speak to me in that tone, Mr. Falcone, am I not coming?"

Klein still looked gentle, but his eyes were cold: "As long as you cooperate with me, you can leave here soon, provided that you need to cooperate with me, understand?"

Falcone interrupted Klein rudely and said emotionally: "No, Klein, I brought you here by self-harming, but not just to leave, you know how much money I lost this time, damn bats, damn Gordon, wait for me to go out and make them look good."

But soon he calmed down, knocked on the table, and his eyes flashed with greed: "But I have a better idea, I helped you send goods to the madhouse on Naros Island for several months, no matter what you and your master are plotting behind your back, you must count me as a share to compensate for my loss!"

Klein took off his glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief as he casually asked, "Are you serious, Mr. Falcone?"

"Of course, if you don't want Gordon to find out where that shipment goes, you have to give me a share, and we've been working together very happily, haven't we." The corners of Falcone's mouth turned up slightly, and he threatened without care.

Hearing Falcone's words, Klein sighed helplessly: "Then there is no way, my master will definitely not agree, then I can only kill you."

Falcone was amused by his confident appearance, and he mocked: "Oh, don't be funny, Klein, this is a prison, you can't hurt me on my territory."

Klein sighed, then took off his glasses, put them in his pocket, opened the suitcase he was carrying, and suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "Do you want to see my mask?"

"Stop pretending to be crazy and stupid with me, my patience has a limit!" It was clear that Falcone had lost patience, and he was going to take a look at this guy who didn't know the height of the sky.

Klein just put his hand into the box, and suddenly a white gas erupted from the box, instantly wrapping Falcone.

Caught off guard, Falcone exhaled a few breaths of gas, and then his brain was dizzy.

In a trance, he saw Klein rise from his chair and wear a scarecrow mask stitched from rags and made of holes for his eyes.

The original ridiculous funny mask, but under the interference of neurotoxin gas, the horror was magnified by 10,000 times.

"Ah! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Frightened Falcone screamed, and the scarecrow's eerie whisper sounded in his ears: "They scream, they cry like you." Listening

to Falcone's heart-rending screams, the outside of the prison room was instantly filled with guards.

I saw Klein push the door out and make the identification result with a regretful face: "Unfortunately, Mr. Falcone does suffer from mental illness and can only be sent to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital for further treatment." "