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"Johnny Depp is definitely my type!"

"He was definitely putting on a show of aloofness just now. His heart was probably just as turbulent as mine!"

At night, the figures who fought during the day are long gone from the grassland.

Only a clear puddle remained.

In an antique shop in Gotham, Depp watched as Wayne brought out the company's recent developments and future plans.

Depp then realized just how enormous his company had become under Wayne's management.

It had even reached the point where I couldn't understand it at all.

Therefore, Depp decided that the development of the Depp Group would be entirely in the hands of Wayne, and he would no longer participate unless there was a special need.

Then Depp looked at Gotham's recent crime rate.

Compared to one month ago, Gotham's crime rate hit a new low this month, now only seven times higher than Chicago's.

Depp nodded; everything was moving in a positive direction.

Thinking this, Depp glanced at the ridiculous task the system had issued.

Mission Name: The Simple and Honest People of Gotham City

Mission World: DC, Gotham

Mission objective: Make Gotham the city with the lowest crime rate in the United States for at least three months.

Mission Reward: Heart of Gotham, one Destiny Crystal.

Heart of Gotham: Placing it in the center of Gotham City creates a protective shield that covers the entire city for twelve hours.

Although Gotham's crime rate is currently still some distance from the requirements of the system's mission.

But if things continue at this pace, this damn task might actually be completed soon.

Chapter 154 Don't Stop

In the early morning, a gentle breeze swept by.

Golden sunlight shines on the earth, but it is obscured by the perpetual clouds in the sky above the city, revealing only faint glimmers of light.

However, the sunlight today seems to be slightly brighter than yesterday.

Perhaps the clouds over the city have thinned, or perhaps the sun is shining brighter today.

"At least, she's moving in a positive direction."

Oswald sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the mayor's office, holding a glass of champagne, watching the bustling traffic below the city hall.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and after a long while, he said, "But that's not enough. Mr. Depp said he wants Gotham to have the lowest crime rate in the country for three consecutive months, and he wants to achieve that as soon as possible."

Oswald picked up the documents on the table and frowned more and more as he read them.

Clearly, this is a task that is almost impossible to complete.

It's unlikely to be achieved in the short term... at least.

"Based on the current situation, it will take at least two more months before Gotham's crime rate drops below that of Chicago."

"As for being the lowest in the US... that seems even more distant!"

Oswald was torn, wondering if he should have his gang commit more crimes in Chicago or other cities.

While this might not lower Gotham's crime rate, it could potentially raise crime rates in other cities, which could be a viable solution.

However, Oswald quickly abandoned the idea.

Because apart from Chicago, his influence currently doesn't extend to the underground forces in other cities.

The underground forces and government officials in various cities are deeply entrenched, and a hasty attack could very well backfire.

If the other side uncovers evidence that you directed those gangs, that would be absolutely terrible!

In that case, not only would he lose his position as mayor, but he might even be sent to prison.

Furthermore, Oswald also knew that even though he controlled most of Gotham's gangs and helped them launder their money, it would still be a problem.

But there are still many outlaws in this city who can't help but reveal their little penchant for crime!

After all, this is Gotham.

Oswald downed the champagne in his hand, then slumped back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Five minutes later, he suddenly woke up with a smug smile on his face.

"Perhaps I cannot stop those perverted criminals."

“But I can put them on hold for a few months, or… send them to Chicago.”

"Anyway, Mr. Depp only said he hopes Gotham's crime rate will decrease. As for the people of Chicago... a little sacrifice shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

"That's right, do it that way! Extradite all the villains of Gotham to Chicago!"

Oswald, who thought he was incredibly clever, picked up a bottle of champagne and started chugging it.

After drinking half a bottle in one go, Oswald was slightly tipsy.

He lay completely relaxed in the chair, his legs curled up in front of him, then hugged his curled-up legs with his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Oswald didn't wake up until evening.

He rubbed his sleepy, drunken eyes and glanced at the time displayed on the clock.

"Hmm, time to go home."

As he spoke, he took off his clean and tidy suit and put on the specially made Penguin Man suit.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, and I need to learn advanced rope techniques with Teacher Robin."

The next day, Oswald, who had been scolded by Robin all night, didn't get up until noon.

Wearing penguin pajamas, he began issuing orders to his subordinates.

Article 1: Gather all Gotham criminals together for a meeting, in the name of the Penguin Gang, and force them to attend.

Article 2: Anyone who does not attend the meeting will be considered to be trying to start a war with the Penguins!

Article 3: Give them three choices: either take a sum of money from the Penguin Gang, behave themselves for a few months, and wait for the Penguin Gang to allow them to continue committing crimes.

Alternatively, they could be transported to Chicago under the collective escort of the Penguin Gang, where they could start their criminal lives anew.

Either... get shot dead.

Article 4: All of the above provisions also apply to the freaks of Gotham!

After doing all this, Oswald lay back down on the bed, hugged his Emperor Penguin pillow, and fell asleep.

Three days later, Gotham's criminals gathered at the Iceberg Mansion.

First, the Penguin Gang members, dressed in high-tech gear, gathered together those who hadn't actively attended the meeting and tied them up, hanging them from the ceiling.

Then, the Penguin Gang expressed their heartfelt gratitude to the criminals who had come of their own accord, and then recounted Oswald's request.

As soon as the person in charge finished relaying Oswald's words, several groups of people stood up to object.

"Are you kidding me? We're not beggars, we don't need your Penguin Gang's charity!"

"Oh!"

"That's right, that's right. We have dignity. We don't commit crimes for money, but to realize our self-worth."

"Yes! And Gotham is where I was born, I don't want to go to Chicago to start a new criminal life!"

"Boom! Boom!"

After three gunshots, the Penguin Gang members carried the three hotheads out expressionlessly.

Then, the person in charge politely asked, "So, does anyone else have any objections?"

The many criminals in the audience shook their heads, indicating that opinions were not as important as their lives.

Finally, those who took the money took it, and those who moved out moved out. Everyone finished the meeting in a cheerful atmosphere. No one remembered who had been shot in the head, and even fewer remembered who had been hung from the ceiling.

However, the only drawback was that quite a few people still did not attend the meeting.

Almost all of them are supervillains who have only started to make their mark in Gotham in the last year, or even the last few months.

These guys are either elusive and rarely seen, or they hide their true identities very well.

Even Oswald couldn't trace it.

Meanwhile, Depp sat in the antique shop, fiddling with his swivel ring while reading a report from Oswald.

"I'll personally remind those supervillains who aren't here."

"After all, it's a system mission. No, after all, the safety of the people in this city is the most important thing!"

Gotham Police Department, Forensic Division.

Edward Nigmar, who later became the famous Riddler.

At this moment, he is carefully flipping through the documents in front of him.

Although he has not yet officially debuted and at most only engages in some minor pranks and crimes, it is already enough to give many people a headache.

No one would have guessed that a highly intelligent criminal who liked to leave riddles and clues at crime scenes was actually working for the Gotham Police Department.

Right under the noses of those who wanted to capture him, he even chatted and laughed with them every day, and even... kept giving them riddles.

Edward also knew that none of his colleagues were actually listening carefully to his whispers.

They're just fooling themselves.

After finishing his day's work, Edward Nigma returned home.

As soon as he entered the room, he immediately took a thorough look around.

Before I left the house, I slipped three strands of hair through the crack in the door, and there are still three strands left.

That's right!

Before I left, besides a notebook, a pen, and a bottle of ink, the only other thing on the table was that old green desk lamp.

That's right!