Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

"Chief, is this bastard trying to stage an accident?"

Zhao Tiezhu walked forward with the Gatling gun in his hand, raised his foot, which was clad in military boots, and tentatively kicked the clown's butt.

The clown didn't react at all, only foaming at the mouth.

He rolled his eyes and muttered something neurotic like a broken record.

"No...this isn't right...consumption tax can be deducted...no, chaos doesn't need to be taxed..."

"I don't have OCD... I didn't evade taxes... Hahaha... I am the true king of Gotham..."

Lu Jingyan glanced down at him, a barely perceptible hint of mockery flashing in his deep black eyes.

The man raised his long, slender fingers and slowly adjusted the cuffs of his police uniform.

"Ignore him, this is a typical case of a logical dead loop."

Lu Jingyan turned his head and looked at Su Xiaoxiao, who was frantically taking screenshots with her tactical computer.

"Xiaoxiao, contact the best psychiatric medical team in Gotham City."

"Tell them that there is a suspected severe mental illness patient here who needs to undergo an immediate forensic psychiatric evaluation."

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, and she immediately typed out a string of code.

"Understood! Captain Lu, the expert team from Gotham General Hospital will be airlifted in within five minutes!"

Upon hearing the words "mental illness," the clown on the ground suddenly sprang to his feet.

He struggled to get up, a long trail of drool dripping from the corner of his scarlet mouth.

"I'm not crazy! I'm the embodiment of chaos! I understand human nature! I don't understand tax law!"

Five minutes later, three medical helicopters painted with red crosses roared to a stop outside the police station.

Several elderly, white-haired experts, dressed in white coats and looking trembling with fear, were half-invited and half-dragged into the hall by Zhao Tiezhu.

Professor Howard, who was leading the group, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

He stared at the infamous demon on the ground, his hands trembling so badly he could barely hold the medical record book.

"Officer Lu...are you sure you want to have the clown examined?"

Lu Jingyan casually pulled over a chair and sat down.

He pointed to the purple-clad man on the ground who was still muttering about "tax-free allowance".

"Procedures must be legal and compliant. We always emphasize a closed-loop chain of evidence when handling cases."

"Go ahead and investigate. Don't be afraid. He's too busy figuring out how to legally avoid taxes to bite anyone."

Professor Howard swallowed hard and stepped forward with great courage.

He pulled out a tactical high-powered flashlight and carefully shone it into the clown's pupils.

"Name?"

"I am disorder! I don't need to file taxes! No, wait, I have invoices for my explosives!"

The clown grabbed Howard's trouser leg, twisting his powdered face into a pretzel.

"Doctor, tell me, if I blow up Gotham Bank, would that money be considered my legal income?"

Will the IRS actually audit my accounts?

The senior experts exchanged bewildered glances, their backs instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Having practiced medicine for decades, they have seen all sorts of deranged killers.

But I've never seen a supervillain driven mad by financial statements.

The procedure involved a 30-minute blood pressure measurement, an electroencephalogram (EEG) scan, and a logic questionnaire test.

Professor Howard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and solemnly stamped a red seal on the certificate.

"Officer Lu, the preliminary diagnosis is positive."

"The suspect suffers from a rare form of severe logical disorder-type schizophrenia, accompanied by severe knowledge panic syndrome."

"He has now completely lost his basic criminal responsibility; to put it simply, he's gone mad."

Lu Jingyan nodded in satisfaction, took the certificate, and signed his name.

"Bruce, put him in a special straitjacket and take him to the intensive care unit at Arkham Asylum overnight."

"Remember to strictly follow the handover procedures, and don't let anyone say we're entrapping you."

Bruce straightened his back, saluted, and walked up to the Joker with a complicated expression.

With a rough tearing sound, the expensive purple suit was forcibly ripped off.

Instead, there was a heavy-duty restraint garment that smelled strongly of disinfectant.

His thin, bony arms were tightly bound behind his back.

The red and blue flashing lights of the police car pierced the darkness, and the mournful siren faded into the distance in the rainy night of Gotham City.

Two weeks later, in the lowest-level super-security cell at Arkham Asylum.

The terrifying, manic howls of the past are gone.

There were no more elaborate schemes and plots to escape from prison.

Only a suffocating silence permeated the corridor.

The clown stared intently at the wall covered with sponge, like a devout ascetic.

Without a pen, he frantically bit his thumb until it bled.

With thick, bright red blood, he wrote line after line of distorted English on the snow-white wall.

The patrolling prison guard glanced through the viewing window on the iron gate and instantly felt a chill run down his spine.

What was written on the wall was not some evil plan to destroy Gotham at all.

Instead, it is a judicial interpretation of Article 322 of the Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China, presented entirely in English!

As the clown wrote, he banged his hairy green head against the wall repeatedly.

"Why...why is the maximum sentence for 'picking quarrels and provoking trouble' only five years?"

"I refuse to accept this! I orchestrated so many grand events, why aren't I sentenced to death and executed immediately!"

"That man named Lu Jingyan is lying to me! Logic can't be a closed loop! I want to take the civil service exam! I want administrative review!"

The prison guard gasped and trembled as he wrote a line in his patrol log.

"Prisoner No. 001 is studying too intensely today. It is recommended to increase the dosage of sedatives immediately."

With the Joker's capture, the security environment in Gotham City, and indeed the entire United States, has undergone an unprecedented transformation.

The robberies and gunfights that were once commonplace on the streets are no longer a thing of the past.

Even the most ruthless gangsters now ask the shopkeeper for a receipt when they buy a hamburger.

She was terrified that the cold-blooded Chinese policeman would send her to jail on charges of tax evasion and make her roommate with a mental patient.

Those once high and mighty superheroes have finally gotten used to the life of auxiliary police officers, working from dawn till dusk.

Spider-Man regularly directs traffic during rush hour on the Brooklyn Bridge.

Aquaman was forced to join the Pacific Environmental Protection Agency, where he rides a great white shark every day to clean up plastic waste in the nearshore waters.

Meanwhile, Iron Man is struggling to retake his special equipment operation certificate exam due to illegally modifying civilian aircraft.

In the office of the supernatural hero police station, sunlight, for once, pierced through Gotham's perennial gloom.

Lu Jingyan sat behind a large mahogany desk, holding a cup of goji berry tea that Su Xiaoxiao had just brewed.

His expression remained unchanged, one of unwavering rationality and calm.

It was as if the super combat power of the entire planet had been incorporated into the army, yet it was just a trivial daily office job.

Su Xiaoxiao was humming a light, unknown tune, her ten fingers flying across the phantom-like keyboard.

She has just completed the highest physical-level lock-on between the last firewall of the Skynet system and the global system database.

"Captain Lu, the real-time crime rate in the United States has dropped below 0.01."

Su Xiaoxiao turned around in her swivel chair, her bright eyes filled with admiration.

"What are our next steps: going back to China for a paid vacation, or continuing to expand our legal education efforts in North America and Oceania?"

Lu Jingyan gently blew away the steam from the cup, his deep eyes narrowing slightly.

He was about to speak.

The encrypted red dedicated telephone on the desk suddenly rang sharply and shrilly.

A blinding red light flashed wildly in the spacious, bright office, instantly shattering the rare tranquility.

Lu Jingyan frowned slightly, and his aura of absolute rationality, which made his words law, instantly swept over the entire room like a tide.

His slender fingers steadily picked up the receiver, his movements swift and decisive, and he placed it directly against his ear.

All that came through the phone was a series of heavy breaths accompanied by the blaring of police sirens.

You could even faintly hear large areas of shattered glass and the panicked screams of foreigners.

Lu Jingyan didn't exchange any unnecessary pleasantries; his tone was as calm and unwavering as an unshakeable iceberg.

"I am Lu Jingyan, let's get to the point."

Zhao Tiezhu also sensed the unusual atmosphere and immediately stopped wiping the Gatling gun barrel.

He strode to the desk, his muscular face tensing, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

Bruce quickly stood up straight, the red light on his body camera ready to start recording at any moment.

The voice on the other end of the line was filled with deep despair and hopelessness, as if it had grasped at the last straw in endless darkness.

Lu Jingyan's pupils contracted slightly by half an inch, a signature micro-expression that only appeared when he encountered highly difficult cases.

He put down his goji berry tea and tapped his long, slender fingers twice on the table.

The only sound in the room was the ticking of the second hand on the wall clock.

All eyes were fixed on the man who stood like a pillar of strength.

Su Xiaoxiao held her breath in nervousness, her fingers stiffening and hovering in mid-air as she typed.

She could clearly sense that a storm far more absurd than Gotham City was rapidly brewing on the European continent across the ocean.

Lu Jingyan slowly stood up, grabbed the black police uniform jacket hanging on the back of the chair, and casually draped it over his broad shoulders.

"Everyone, get all tactical enforcement equipment ready within ten minutes."

The man's voice echoed in the spacious office, carrying an overwhelming and unquestionable force of authority.

"Identify new targets and prepare for cross-border emergency legal education assistance."

The hoarse shouts on the other end of the phone were so loud that even Zhao Tiezhu, who was standing three meters away, could hear them clearly.

As law and order returned to the United States, Interpol headquarters called urgently: "Director Lu, come to Europe quickly! The romantic city of France is about to be overrun by thieves!"