"Gotham's joke is that wherever the Penguin appears, an umbrella shop will be born. Does your boss have a paraphilia and a special liking for umbrellas?"

The man narrowed his eyes: "It seems you are here to cause trouble."

"Last question, did Little Penguin come to visit the store today?" Seeing a few people gathered around, Arthur smiled and said, "That's right..."

He caught the man's straight punch and clenched it tightly. His fist was like a ball of rubber, and Arthur squeezed it into the shape of his own palm.

"Ugh!" The pain hit the nerves in the brain, and the screams made the remaining people freeze on the spot, a little at a loss.

Bang!

With a kick, the strong man's body was like a rag sack, smashing into the center of the hall. He coughed out a pool of blood and fell unconscious.

After a brief silence in the room, a louder scream erupted.

People were no longer happy and looked nervous. They pushed each other and rushed to the windows of the houses.

Black gang fighting, if you don't stay away as soon as possible, you will only get shot.

The men surrounding Arthur reacted, looked at each other, clenched their fists and launched a joint attack.

But before the fist could get close, the body flew backwards, making people's escape movements more rough and simple.

Walking forward indoors, a few people saw a better escape location, struggled to squeeze out of the crowd, bypassed Arthur, and approached the club door.

As Arthur went deeper into the hall, more and more people discovered this, turned around, and flocked to the door.

Pushing open the door to the VIP room, walking into the wide corridor, looking at the finely decorated doors on both sides of the corridor, Arthur secretly wondered: "Would it be a waste of time to search one by one?"

"If I had known earlier, I would have been gentler. This way I could still let them lead the way."

"Forget it..." After thinking about it, he didn't come to visit relatives in the first place, so there was no need to be so polite: "If there is a little more noise, people should come out soon."

Get close to the wall and slap it with your backhand.

The cement wall shattered, revealing a small pothole. He frowned, dissatisfied with this level of destruction.

The heat sight shoots out and scans the house diagonally.

In an instant, a large number of men and women screamed and fled from the VIP room, running quickly past Arthur.

Bang!

A gunshot suddenly rang out. It was a man who fired beside Arthur.

But the bullet did not pierce Arthur's head from the lower jaw as he expected, but bounced back and pierced his abdomen.

"Where is the Penguin?" Arthur asked in a deep voice as he grabbed the man and twisted him in front of him.

The man was shocked, looked at Arthur's face, pulled the trigger, and committed suicide decisively.

He was afraid of this man who couldn't even be penetrated by bullets, and even more afraid of the boss who liked to anger his family.

Between life and loved ones, he chose the latter without hesitation.

Ta-ta-ta!

Bullets were fired from the front. The black gang members immediately opened fire after spotting Arthur.

Even if men don't commit suicide, they will die by their guns.

Arthur let go of the body that had turned into a sieve, his eyes calm.

Amidst the hail of bullets, he rushed in front of several people.

Kill them three times, five times and two times, leaving one person behind, cut off his arm, and his eyes were red: "Tell me where your boss is."

Ta-ta-ta!

Before the man could reply, gunfire rang out again. Arthur was helpless and angry: "Please, do you have any serious illness?"

He bullied the body and killed him again until there was only one person left. He melted his limbs to prevent him from committing suicide and threw him into the VIP room.

He exhaled lightly and looked at the gangster who emerged from the corner again with sharp eyes.

Killing time…

A few minutes later, Arthur returned here again, looking at the dead man in silence.

Is there something wrong with these guys' brains?

He looked completely brainwashed.

Fortunately, he got the answer he wanted.

Penguin is not here.

But he no longer wanted to look any further.

Squat down in front of the man, place him against the wall, stand up and use your heat vision to leave a few large characters on the wall.

Punisher!

The nickname he just thought of, the words he left for Penguin.

It can also be said to be a provocation.

The stronghold was removed and the members of the gang suffered heavy losses, unless the Penguin did not want to continue to hang out in Gotham.

Then he will definitely mobilize all connections to find himself and kill himself.

By then, wouldn't Arthur be able to see the Penguin as he wished?

Although it will be later...

After turning around and leaving the Iceberg Club, the Gotham Police Department quickly received the report and rushed over non-stop.

Looking at the "unrecognizable" Iceberg Club in front of him, Director Gordon found it difficult to connect it with the glamorous appearance in his impression.

"Have you found any clues?" Gordon walked into the club and asked the police detective on the side.

"The firepower was very strong, and the bullets had refraction marks. Many corpses had their eyes wide open, and their muscles were stiff, as if they had encountered something terrible." The young police detective continued: "The walls were cut open by strange things, and the steel bars inside were melted.

trace."

"A gang committed a crime?" Gordon squatted down and stretched out his hand to inspect the male body that was leaning against the wall by Arthur: "The incisions were neat, with cautery to stop the bleeding, and the techniques were professional."

He stood up, took the magnifying glass from the detective's hand, borrowed the flashlight light, and looked closely at the text...

"Chief Gordon, a headless male body was found in Crime Alley." The police officer trotted in from the VIP room and whispered in Gordon's ear.

He straightened up, glanced at the police officer, and took a few steps back. Looking at the text reflected in the flashlight, Gordon frowned.

The Punisher? Another super criminal.

"Check who's been here tonight."

The Iceberg Club is the territory of the Penguins and is a black area. There is no surveillance equipment installed, so naturally no "criminals" can be photographed.

It has become extremely difficult to trace.

Leaving the Iceberg Club in a hurry, Gordon and the police officer rushed to Crime Alley.

The place had been cordoned off for a long time, and two Gotham police detectives surrounded the body and launched an investigation.

"Is it the clown again?" Gordon asked the detective as soon as he arrived.

The detective turned his head and glanced at the body covered by black cloth: "No, it's another guy."

They are so sure mainly because this corpse is completely different from the clown's method of killing.

"Another guy." Gordon's heart skipped a beat: "Who is it? Can you be sure."

The two police detectives looked at each other and shook their heads: "This is a crime modus operandi that has never been found in Gotham."

"Half of the head was shattered, part of the tissue disappeared, and there were scorch marks on the wound."

"Scorch marks?" An idea flashed in Gordon's mind.

"Yes." The detective nodded.

Gordon stepped forward and pulled away the black cloth to cover it. There were indeed scorch marks. He recalled that the corpse he had seen before also had scorch marks on the wound, and he fell into deep thought.

It is very likely that the same gang committed the crime.

Gordon: "Have the body been identified?"

"Smith, a guy who is wandering in Gotham because he can't pay off his debts."

"We guess that he was killed during the robbery." A police detective raised the plastic bag in his hand and made a bold guess.


Chapter completed!