The super criminals in Gotham City have disappeared for many years, so the police in these few sessions lack experience in dealing with those weirdos. Fortunately, the police have always had strong execution here, so under the command of Director Gordon, the ambulance was quickly blocked four blocks away.

Of course, blocking the ambulance so smoothly has a lot to do with Ziliang's cooperation. He was afraid that those people would lose it, so he drove at the slowest speed, and he was all carrying a route with a surveillance camera. Otherwise, if he stopped next to a small alley, went in and changed his clothes, and found a place with many people to cover his head and screamed with everyone, it would be not that easy to find him again.

On the street, more than a dozen police cars surrounded Ziliang. The police held guns and stared at the ambulance in front of them without blinking, for fear of another accident.

Ziliang didn't keep it behind closed doors anymore. He cooperated very well and directly pushed open the car door and walked out.

In an instant, all the police were facing a great enemy, "Crack," and a series of sounds of bullets loading sounded.

"Don't move!"

"Put down the gun!"

"You are surrounded!"

Well, these nonsense words were still the same. Ziliang looked impatient when he heard it. He looked around with his eyes empty, facing the wooly policeman and at least dozens of gunfires, he naturally sucked the last puff in his hand and threw it on the ground.

In fact, just by throwing the cigarette, a few timid conditioned reflexes in the crowd shivered, and some people even thought of it, "A burst of smoke was blown out, and then this person disappeared." This kind of scene that only appears in the movie withstands.

However, this kind of scene will definitely not appear, because as long as you walk out of your small hospital, Ziliang is just an ordinary person, so the cigarette was thrown to the ground and just bounced it, nothing happened.

Then Ziliang slowly raised his hands and turned around again, signaling everyone as if he had no weapons...

And the next second, more than a dozen people rushed up instantly, tied up the robber and handcuffed it.

......

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Three hours later, Gotham Police Station.

The door of the interrogation room was pushed open heavily, and Sheriff Gordon walked in and threw an in-ear microphone wrapped in thin threads and a blood-stained sleeve onto the table.

At this moment, Ziliang was leaning against the chair with his backhand, wearing only the wrinkled shirt.

"Click the gunshots with your mobile phone in advance, and then cooperate with a lighter to take the guard's pistol, take the hostage and then lead the police here. Then you let the injured guard kneel at the door, tie everyone's hands and feet, and then put on paper bags, so that no one can see what you did..." Sheriff Gordon said calmly: "But after that, you changed the guard's clothes with your own, put on paper bags, and pretended to be him kneeling at the door... During this period, you have been using this."

Gordon picked up the in-ear microphone and measured it hard in front of Ziliang: "Then you pretended to be shot, walked towards us and talked to me in a paper bag. The microphone was wrapped around a wire and tied to the bank door. As long as you walk through a certain length, it will be removed. In the end, you just pretended to be incredibly painful and let the medical staff lift you into the ambulance."

After Gordon finished speaking, he sat on the chair opposite Ziliang and looked at him quietly.

"Hehe--" Ziliang smiled: "Did you think of these afterwards? Or did you adjust the bank's surveillance?"

Gordon ignored Ziliang completely. He stood up and approached the other party with great oppression... "Who are you?"

"I told you, I'm Ziliang."

"That's just a name. I checked your information. There is no such person as you in Gotham City, and you are not in the entry record for the past six months. So who are you and how did you appear?"

"This————" Ziliang pulled the long voice, as if thinking hard: "I'm sorry, I can't explain it to you."

"Why?"

"Because you don't understand, even if you understand, you will think I'm a mental illness."

Director Gordon slapped the table suddenly: "Bastard, don't play tricks with me."

"Okay, okay." Ziliang shouted helplessly: "I am a traveler. I travel through time and space, break through the barriers between various worlds, and find an element that makes up this universe, because..."

"Damn!" Before Ziliang could finish speaking, Gordon pinched his eyebrows helplessly and cursed. Because he immediately realized that this bastard named Ziliang was the kind of person he didn't want to meet the least.

Whether it is those criminals who think they are smart or murderers who are known for their violent muscles, Gordon has many ways to deal with them. The most troublesome thing about him is this kind of madman who is simply incomprehensible, because people don’t know what he is doing or what he wants. A person you can’t understand at all... it’s like... the person from many years ago.

When he thought of that guy, Gordon felt his whole body sinking into a strange coldness, as if he had returned to the darkest and most terrifying era.

"He is dead...you saw him dead with your own eyes..."

Gordon kept muttering in his heart, and finally got rid of that crazy memory.

"Uh... you seemed very uncomfortable just now." Ziliang's voice came, as if he was really concerned.

Gordon raised his head and looked at the guy who suddenly appeared carefully.

"You're simply mentally ill." He said as if he was summarizing.

Ziliang nodded immediately, as if he was very happy that the other party realized this, and he said with a reminder: "Yes, yes, psychopathic, a mentally ill criminal who just exploded a bank."

Gordon stood up with a thunder. He didn't fist at Ziliang, nor did he yell at him, because he knew that it was useless. He had fought with all kinds of madmen over the years, and he summed up the simplest and most effective method.

That is, as long as you catch it, there is no need for any trial, and you don’t have to try to understand them. In short, you just lock it up directly, and even the court trial can be omitted, otherwise you may fall into the trap they designed.

So, Gordon walked out of the interrogation room without saying a word...

"Just arrange the staff directly, and now, I will send this bastard to the Arkham Asylum, and I will communicate with the judge."
Chapter completed!