American comic book police officer survival manual

"You mean... Batman hid a locator in the package we gave you..."

Completely unprepared for this turn of events, Gordon's tone was filled with disbelief.

"Yes... I thought you knew about that thing too..."

Although he vaguely guessed that it might have come from Batman, Lucius believed that the police... or at least Gordon, should have known about it.

Lucius wouldn't be surprised if Gordon was willing to cooperate with Batman to protect Gotham; after all, the technical support that Batman could provide was far more reliable than the police's own personnel.

But now it seems Gordon never intended to take any risks from the start. His mission was actually quite simple; it was all Bruce Wayne's scheme, a little trick by that Batman...

"...Alright, in that case, it seems we can only wait and see what Batman does next."

Having lost all leads, the police were once again at a loss, left only to wait for the knight to resolve Gotham's troubles...

Faced with this helplessness, Gordon could only silently turn on his computer and ponder the possible whereabouts of those contraband items.

"fear..."

Gordon opened the computer files and retrieved the specific information about the tanker truck that had been involved in the incident on the street.

"The poison gas that brings fear..."

In the computer surveillance footage, a small string of English letters was clearly imprinted on a damaged oil tanker truck—

scarecrow.

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dark night.

A panicked figure tumbled off the white van and ran wildly across the wilderness outside Gotham.

A sharp threat could be clearly felt from behind. Jonathan Klein, the creator of the fear gas, was now fleeing like a stray dog.

"Someone actually managed to prepare in advance...remain conscious under my poison gas, and even left behind a damn tracking device!!!"

While desperately hiding, the psychology professor, gritting his teeth, patted his pocket and only felt slightly relieved after confirming that the hard object, which looked like a cola can, was still there.

The perfectly flawless plan was completely ruined by a random troublemaker!

The thought of the tracker on that white vehicle made the scarecrow's blood boil with remorse and resentment!

"We should have used a more potent gas... Relying solely on respiratory disturbances is far too easy to defend against..."

It's a pity! It's all because there wasn't enough raw material!!

If he could obtain this batch of special chemical raw materials, he could easily produce second-generation poison gas and further expand his experiments!

But now, everything is ruined!!!

"Ha ha..."

The man, his face flushed and breathing rapidly, had no energy left.

Or rather, compared to that Batman, his physique was far too weak.

Unable to shake off the danger behind him despite his best efforts, the desperate man slumped to the ground, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the darkness behind him.

In the direction he was gazing, a certain outline gradually appeared...

It was a tall figure walking out of the dead of night. His tone was calm and deep, as if he were strolling in his own backyard, without any of the urgency of a long pursuit.

"Still won't give up, you thugs?"

It seems this bat could continue its chase all night...

"Batman...how did you know I would attack that shipment?"

Staring at the Gotham City superstar, Scarecrow knew he was no match for him.

He was completely convinced of his defeat to this person.

But what he couldn't understand or accept was that this plan was so secretive, so why was it discovered by Batman?!

The opening ceremony of the Scarecrow, this initial performance, will it face not only those foolish gangsters, but also police officers who are even more incompetent than the gangs?

Why would someone of Batman's caliber target him for his first offense?!

"...Of course I have my own sources of information—through friends or partners."

Batman's words, when faced with the thugs before him, also contained a hint of surprise.

His original intention was simply to control the batch of dangerous illicit chemicals, but he never expected to lure out such a criminal.

As Chief Gordon had said, the new Gotham police officer did indeed give him quite a surprise.

"Friends? Partners??"

Upon hearing these words, the surprised scarecrow seemed relieved; the expression on its face no longer contorted, and it muttered to itself in a self-comforting manner:

"Is that your assistant? Hmph... I hope he wasn't caught out by those idiots and good-for-nothings."

It's not shameful to lose to Batman's sidekick.

"Are you going to give up resistance on your own, or should I help you give up resistance?"

Batman took out a sturdy rope and calmly stared at the man on the ground.

But as if he had heard a very funny joke, the scarecrow grinned, and his face regained its confidence and composure.

"Hehe... Don't get too excited, little bat. This is only our first round of competition."

We've bought enough time; now it's time to escape the bats' clutches...

Jonathan pulled a purple jar from his pocket, threw it violently, and then ran away!

It seems that even the manufacturer himself was terrified of the exploding poison gas and dared not come into any contact with it!

Do you think I would be unguarded?

Frowning at this petty trick, Batman casually put on a specially made gas mask and rushed into the terrifying gas without hesitation!

But next second.

These seemingly sentient poisonous fumes actually penetrated into the human body through the pores of the skin!

A strong sense of dizziness, accompanied by hallucinogenic effects, appeared in Batman's mind, causing his body to tense up instantly!

next second.

This bat overlooks its territory in Gotham City.

It seems I've become a child again... back in that deep and dark alley.

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On the desolate streets, the white van, at the center of the turmoil, sat quietly, without making a sound.

"Huh? Why is there a car here?"

A man holding lesson plans got out of his car and looked at the empty vehicle with great curiosity.

"The things here...wait, could it be?!"

Realizing that the truck in front of him was the shipment of contraband chemicals that had gone missing in the city that day, the man's expression froze instantly, and the next second, his eyes were completely filled with ecstasy!

"This is...this is the final step in completing the plan...With these...the plant toxins I need can be completely extracted!!!"

Realizing what a windfall this was, the man jumped onto the truck without hesitation, unloaded a box from the large quantity of contraband, and frantically stuffed it into his car!

"With this, my plan... can be implemented immediately!"

After frantically shoving the goods into the car, Wood climbed into the driver's seat and floored the accelerator, his face filled with extreme excitement.

"Next... next..."

"All we need is a test subject..."

"All we need is a test subject..."

As Jason Wood raced through the streets of Gotham, in his exhilaration, he thought of a shy, introverted student...

If it were her... she could easily fool them into the experiment...

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