The guide was a little embarrassed: "The museum usually clears out tourists at 4:30 and officially closes at 5:00..."

"Please, ma'am. I have very little time off and hardly any time to rest when the museum is open."

"Okay, you can stay until five o'clock." The commentator relaxed: "I will explain to other staff, but you must leave before five o'clock."

"Otherwise." She shrugged: "Otherwise you will be locked up here until nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, ma'am. I will." Arthur said.

"..."

…

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The staff checked the museum environment for the last time, left the monitoring room, entered the collection area, and looked around to confirm whether anyone was hiding in the blind spot.

After confirming that no one is in the collection area, close the heavy iron doors in each area and walk out of the museum. Close the glass door, lower the iron fence, and double lock it.

A figure fell from the ceiling and rushed into the monitoring room. A red beam shot out of its eyes, destroying the monitoring equipment and burning the video storage strip.

After confirming that it was correct, Arthur came to the meteorite area, took an unusual route, and opened a "new door" in the wall.

He swaggered to the meteorite, smashed the bulletproof glass cabinet, cut through the meteorite with his heat vision, and found no kryptonite.

"Can't you be melted by heat vision?"

I opened the stone with my bare hands and found a few pieces of green kryptonite about the size of my thumb: "I have lost so much strength, is this all?"

He kicked into his pocket and looked at the system in his brain that was still spinning, but there was no response.

"Perhaps the radiation intensity is not enough."

Yes, he wanted to try the radiation produced by kryptonite, a DC-exclusive stone, to see if it could wake up the system.

After all, it likes to eat radiation.

She sighed helplessly and left the same way. The heat vision melted the glass and cut the iron door. In shock, the maid got into the car and said, "Let's go back to the villa."

Seeing Arthur's extraordinary methods, the maid had a lot of thoughts in her mind. She started the car, concentrated her mind, put aside the distractions in her mind, and drove out of the city.

Shortly after the two left, a homeless man stumbled by with a wine bottle in his hand and discovered that the museum was unusual...

…

"Master, there's a traffic jam ahead, why don't you take a nap?" With his head back from the window, he carefully raised the window, and the maid turned around and said softly.

There was a long queue of vehicles on the bridge, and the car horns were honking one after another, making it extremely noisy.

Not long after, citizens ran past the window one after another. The maid was a little confused and found through the rearview mirror that Arthur was not sleeping and was still scrolling on his phone.

He lowered the window glass again, called someone to stop him, and asked: "Excuse me, what happened in front?"

"There is a madman ahead who is killing people." Seeing that the maid looked better and was wearing a maid uniform, the man kindly reminded her: "Quickly abandon the car and escape from this place."

"Master..." The maid turned back, ready to report the matter.

"I'm not deaf, no need to repeat." Arthur swiped the screen, his expression unchanged.

When the man heard the male voice, he was stunned for a moment, looked towards the back seat, let out a light tut, and stopped staying.

A waste of expression.

He also wants to have a dream trip with the maid.

Evil rich people...

boom!

The car collided with a metal tanker filled with liquefied gas, causing a loud noise.

The man stood in the open field. He was thin and not strong, but his strength was amazing.

He walked quickly to a red car, forcibly dragged out the man whose ankle was stuck inside, and smiled ferociously, revealing his teeth with a small black spot.

"No... please, I just want to go home." The man cried into his hands, begging for mercy.

"Go home? Yes, I will let you go home." The capillaries on his face were black and visible to the naked eye.

Apparently, he hit something.

"Sir, let him go." Gotham City Police Department officers received the alarm and rushed over. They dispersed the crowd, sneaked around the gap between the cars, and surrounded the man.

"I'm not afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you anymore." The man was mentally unstable and suddenly choked the hostage, making the police officers nervous for a moment.

A young police officer stepped forward and slowly placed his gun on the ground where the man could see him. He raised his hands and opened his mouth with his fingers: "You don't have to be afraid of us, sir, we can help you."

He slowly approached the man and used the lights on both sides of the bridge to see the man's face clearly.

It has begun to wither, and the cheeks are sunken, as if they haven't eaten enough for a long time and are often hungry.

"I don't need your help!" the man yelled at the police officers, his voice hoarse, and he finally noticed the changes in himself.

Gradually, he became confused and at a loss: "What is going on? He said it will be fine."

"We can treat your husband. Let him go slowly. Don't be nervous or excited." The police officer quietly approached the man, with his right hand very close to the man.

Only one punch away.

"Don't touch me!" The man waved his left hand, grabbed the police officer's arm, and pushed it away with force. The police officer was pushed aside by the huge force and staggered.

Fortunately, after professional training, I did not fall.

"Sir, calm down." The surrounding police officers narrowed the circle and were still trying to calm his uneasiness.

Mainly hostage safety.

If he didn't have a hostage in his hand, how could there be bullets left in the magazine?

Time passed slowly, and the muscles in the man's body almost atrophied and became attached to the bones.

He has lost the ability to speak, and his respiratory system is no longer perfect. There are loopholes. Every time he takes in a breath, he consumes a lot of energy.

The police officer closest to him took the opportunity to seize the hostage and retreated outside the encirclement: "Are you okay?"

The man who was taken hostage nodded, his face turned pale: "Except for the leg pain, everything is fine."

Returning to the bridge, the maid watched people running by on both sides of the car, feeling anxious: "Are we really not going to run away?"

"You can run away, I'm not forcing you to stay." Arthur said calmly without raising his head.

The pretty maid's eyebrows were knitted together, her heart was beating wildly, and even though the car was air-conditioned, she was still sweating and restless.

Bang!

Gunshots rang out from a distance, and then several more echoed in the air.

About half an hour later, citizens returned one after another and returned to their cars. The Gotham City Police Department cooperated with the traffic police to tow away the scrapped vehicles and evacuate the traffic.

The maid calmed down, no longer anxious, and followed the convoy as it slowly drove into Gotham.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's the same time again, we meet again..."

The car radio climbed out of the car along the crack of the window, wxyz radio station, channel 2, the favorite evening radio station of Gotham citizens.

It is humorous, not political or black (not necessarily), and the content is light and enjoyable.

Looking out the window and listening to the radio, several men wearing red hoods clutched a few small bags of packages and flashed by.

As the car left the city, the radio program was about to end, and long, soft female music came from inside to soothe the soul.

Finally, the outline of the villa appeared in the eyes of the maid, and the program ended. The host once again concealed "private goods" and left a puzzle for everyone.


Chapter completed!