Governor's Island, where Eric is located, is 800 yards from Lower Manhattan and covers an area of ​​172 acres. It is the largest undeveloped land in New York City.

The island has 220 buildings, including magnificent buildings from the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, armories used during the Civil War, and Victorian and Romanesque buildings.

There are more than 500 permanent residents on the island, most of which are building maintenance personnel and equipment management personnel.

Before October every year, the Governor Island will be open to the public for visits, and there will be more tourists at that time. Now it is early winter and the Governor Island has been closed, so the population is scarce and it looks quite deserted.

Jack Edwards is an ordinary staff member of the Governor Island Preservation and Education Company.

"Governor Island Preservation and Education Company" is a company established by the State Government in New York that is responsible for the education and development of the island's tourism industry. Jack's work in it is tourism promotion and development, and he will be busy every summer.

Either they formulate promotional pages or are busy preparing fireworks performances.

Fortunately, it is now off-season, so he can finally relax and relax.

I rented a bicycle and rode to the nearest bar.

After riding for fifteen minutes, I saw a striking sign: Swift Bar.

The bottle-shaped sign sways in the wind, looking like it will fall down at any time.

Maybe it was blown by the strong wind that raged all night yesterday.

Looking at the familiar signboard, Jack seemed to have tasted the scent of nectar that was still anticipated.

Push open the ding-dangdang door and enter the bar.

This is a very stylish and willful bar.

Dark wooden furniture, animal head, chrome edging, cement floor.

Jack stepped on the familiar floor and looked around.

There were not many people in the bar, and a few people wearing leather jackets sat at a table to play cards, with a large bubble-shaped jug on the table.

The disgusting speedmen were swaying around the pool table, and the Iron Butterfly Band was singing at the top of the soundtrack: In the garden of heaven, baby.

Jack walked towards the bartender and asked the bartender for a glass of whiskey.

Just as I was about to chat with the bartender, the door suddenly slammed open.

The sound was loud and attracted the attention of everyone in the bar.

A man in metallic texture and black armor walked in.

It is bright black and full of beauty. The surface is made of armor made of concave and convex patterns to highlight the other person's perfect figure.

The man with no idea of ​​the background was wearing a black covered helmet on his head.

The lower front and lower half of the helmet seemed to be translucent devices, allowing him to clearly see the scene outside.

The eyes of the helmet emitted blue light, like an unknown creature with a strange aura.

The most impressive thing is the red bat logo engraved on the part of his chest armor.

Bat? Is he related to Batman?

Jack looked at the other person and thought about it.

The mysterious helmet man entering the bar observed the surroundings with his pair of helmet goggles that emitted blue light.

Perhaps because of his strong momentum, everyone in the bar was motionless, and the most popular speeding party members on weekdays also rarely restrained their bad tempers and turned into well-behaved little lambs.

"Excellent bar atmosphere, I'm sorry I'll be a villain! Gentlemen, let me announce to you that you have been kidnapped!"

The mysterious helmet man announced to everyone present in a dull voice.

"What?"

Jack was shocked when he heard the word "kidnapping"!

Just want to kidnap all the bar staff alone?

As if he heard what Jack was thinking, the mysterious helmet waved, and a team of fully armed gunmen rushed in.

Pongpongpong!

Heavy military boots hit the concrete floor, like the approaching steps of the god of death.

Hands holding automatic weapons and tactical helmets of gunmen trained to control all the staff at the bar.

"No, sir, please let me go. I did nothing. This...is wrong."

Jack held his hands behind his head, knelt on the ground, begging for mercy to the man in the helmet.

The man in helmet walked over, lowered his head and stared at Jack.

The dull electronic sound came from his helmet, "No, this world is not a question of right or wrong. It is an outrageous question of wrong and wrong."

"Everyone is not innocent. As far as I know, most of the current staff on Governor Island have worked for the Genovese family (gangster family). Hum! Blackmail, kidnapping, blackmail, and the ostensibly paradise island is just a corrupt hell."

He took out his pistol and pointed it at Jack's neck, "And I am a dose of antidote to this tragic miserable world!"

After the mercenary gunman took the bar owner out, the man in the helmet turned on the communicator.

"The plan has begun! Let's see you next. Within 72 hours, stop all armed forces from entering the Governor's Island. I want to have fun with the old guy!"

The voice of the motherland came from the other end of the phone, "Knight Arkham, I want to remind you not to play too much, otherwise this drama will not end."

The man in the helmet, namely Jason Todd, whose pseudonym Arkham Knight, put away his pistol and said, "Of course, we agreed to have a deal. After we catch Batman, I will cooperate with you in a play."

"Defeat me and save innocent people. Let you become a savior and regain the love of the people! Sounds great, doesn't it?"

The yin voice of the motherland came from the communicator, "Just remember!"

After hanging up the communicator, Jason raised his head and stretched his neck.

"This is really cool!"

......

Eric soon noticed the incident in Governor's Island.

After all, he is now on the Governor's Island.

Although it is a basement, he has laid a lot of surveillance equipment and alarm devices around the Victorian building that acts as a cover.

First, a large number of helicopters flew into the island from outside, and then rumbling military trucks and transport vehicles covering the tarpaulin drove in in a steady stream.

It's like preparing for a military exercise.

In the surveillance room, Bob looked at the dusty truck and unknown people, frowned in a Sichuan-shaped shape, "Is this for our laboratory?"

Eric, who was dragging his chin, shook his head, "No, if it was directed at us, the other party would not have such a big momentum. And observing the other party's deployment, almost setting up defenses along the island and the fortress, it seemed to be preparing to launch a small battle."

Eric felt that the other party was more like preparing to deal with an elite unit rushing from outside.

"Also," Eric paused, "they kidnapped the island's masses everywhere, as if they were planning to conspire, or negotiate with the government, or...."

"Or what?" Bob asked.

"Or forcing someone to show up."

Eric stood up and stared at the panicked people on the monitor, "Forcing Batman to appear!"
Chapter completed!