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The bald man's naked body was covered with short, deep scars, two of which on his arms were clearly freshly applied.

According to the original work, this guy is a psychopathic killer who cuts a scar on his body for every person he kills.

The motorcycle and the van passed each other, and Depp flicked his wrist, tossing a flower-scented object through the window.

Victor watched as the little soap fell from the car window onto the passenger seat, cursed, pulled the handbrake, and jerked the steering wheel, actually drifting the small truck and forcibly turning it around.

But when he turned around, he found that the motorcycle was nowhere to be seen.

In a narrow alleyway where a shootout was taking place, Bruce punched one of Falcone's men in front of him, then turned around and used a batarang to knock the gun out of the hand of a guy trying to sneak up on him from a distance.

At that moment, a man who was clearly a minor leader received a message and then shouted, "Retreat! There are new orders from above. Everyone retreat! Stop the slaughter and attacks on these freaks!"

Bruce looked bewildered as he watched the gang members scatter and flee.

“When did Falcone become so obedient?” Bruce found it somewhat unbelievable: “In any case, stopping the slaughter is a good thing.”

He looked toward the Falcone mansion, then boarded the Batmobile.

Falcone looked at Batman in front of him and said impatiently, "Aren't you fucking annoying?!"

Bruce was a little confused by the insults, but when he saw the broken wall, he immediately guessed that someone had been here before him and had demonstrated their power.

“I’ve agreed to your boss’s request to stop this attack on the freaks,” Falcone said. “So, if there’s nothing else, get the hell out of here!”

Bruce asked in confusion, "My boss?"

“That’s right, it’s that guy with the iron helmet who calls himself Iron Fist.” Falcone walked to the door and said before leaving, “I’m going to sleep. If you want to search for anything, please keep your voice down. I’m old and need quiet when I sleep.”

After saying that, he left the room with the broken walls.

Watching Falcone leave the room, Bruce didn't rush to chase after him.

He felt that Falcone was acting strangely today; he seemed to have lost his fighting spirit, something that had never happened before.

Even the day he was tied up and thrown onto the bed, he had never been as depressed as he is today.

Also, is the guy wearing an iron helmet who calls himself Iron Fist my boss?

What kind of mess is this? What new weirdo has appeared...? Gotham really doesn't give us any peace of mind.

The wind blew through the room, and the broken bricks on the walls fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Bruce suddenly felt a bit bored and chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I should go back now, or I'll be sleep-deprived again. As for Iron Fist, we'll talk about that tomorrow."

With a flick of his black bat-cloak, Bruce jumped directly from the second floor to the Batmobile below.

Before Bruce could even drive the Batmobile out of the Falcone family's yard, he received an anonymous text message.

The text message tells Bruce that serial killer Victor Zas is driving a police van from Link Avenue to Falcone's mansion.

Bruce guessed that the text message might have come from the Iron Fist that Falcone had mentioned.

He waited nearby for a while and then spotted Viktorzas driving a pickup truck towards him in a video transmitted from a drone ahead.

Fifteen minutes later, at the Gotham Police Department.

Bruce threw Victor, who was tied up, out of the Batmobile at the entrance of the police station. To prevent the guy from escaping again, Bruce specifically called Gordon.

“Detective Gordon, I’ve dumped Victor Zass at the police station entrance.”

"who are you?"

"You know who I am, please convey my condolences to the detectives who died in the line of duty."

Bruce, who had been hiding in the shadows, quietly left only after Gordon arrived with several officers who were willing to come along.

At the police station entrance, Gordon saw Victor and the bodies of the officers in the pickup truck. He and his colleagues closed their eyes and observed a moment of silence for the fallen.

Victor, who had been left at the door, kept cursing and swearing: "Bad luck! Bad luck! Bad luck! What a fucking bad day!"

Chapter 39 Gotham Electric Eel

Although Falcone stopped the massacre of Gotham freaks, the repercussions of the operation did not subside.

Most of the freaks curled up in the darkness again, quietly licking their wounds.

Their long-standing life at the bottom of society has turned them into living corpses, and they have long lost the will to resist.

For them, simply being alive is enough.

But a small group of oddballs believe they will never swallow this insult.

In the days that followed, several properties in Falcone were subjected to retaliatory attacks by these freaks.

Depp, along with Wellen and Eddie Redmayne, sat on the sofa in front of the TV, enjoying hot milk tea and watching the live news broadcast.

The video is showing footage of Casino One, one of Falcone's properties.

After looting all the casino's funds, Mr. Freeze practically turned the entire casino into an ice sculpture.

Fortunately, this guy still had a conscience and kicked the gamblers out beforehand.

The reporter, shivering in the cold wind, recounted the events as the frozen man, radiating chill, slowly emerged from the casino.

The photographer immediately zoomed in on Mr. Freeze, a strange man with pale blue skin wearing an equally bizarre suit, his helmet resembling a large test tube buttock.

Mr. Freeze noticed the cameraman was secretly filming him, so he turned around and gave the camera the middle finger.

He didn't like killing; his main purpose in robbing was to save money to buy materials for his experiments and ultimately save his wife.

The live stream camera then switched to the Flying Club, a nightclub belonging to the Maroney family.

The once brightly lit nightclub was now crackling with electrical sparks from its signboard, indicating that the entire nightclub's electrical system had suffered a severe blow.

The electrocutioner attacked the place, not only taking all the money but also using an unknown device on his chest to electrocute everyone there.

To be honest, Depp thinks the electrocutioner must have kidnapped the wrong person.

He dragged his money bag out of the nightclub's main entrance and spotted reporters and photographers not far away.

Unfortunately, unlike Mr. Freeze, this guy didn't retain even a shred of conscience; he was a complete psychopath and an electrocution sadist.

Then, the burly man with thinning hair revealed a slightly sickly smile and ran towards them.

The live television broadcast abruptly ended, and Depp and Wellen observed three minutes of silence together in memory of these courageous reporters.

"Boss, these guys are really wicked."

Wellen was somewhat worried that if these guys continued to wreak havoc in Gotham, the antique shop might one day become their target as well.

Depp took a sip of his milk tea and said, "Let nature take its course. We can just leave everything to Batman."

But Wayne didn't believe his boss. He didn't believe his boss would sit idly by while these evildoers did nothing. He thought his boss was definitely hiding his superhero identity!

Although the boss was a shrewd businessman, he was definitely a kind person, and the fact that he took me in was the best proof of that.

Furthermore, after the boss secretly slipped out that night, Rob was arrested early the next morning. If you say that this has nothing to do with Depp, Wellen will be the first to disbelieve it.

Of course, he would absolutely keep his boss's secret.

From the light screen beside Depp, Ororo said worriedly, "Depp, your city is really scary. You must be careful to protect yourself!"

Depp said, "Don't worry, I'm a total coward!"

"That's good. If all else fails, you can come to me. The professor will protect us."

Ororo consulted Professor X many times about Gotham City in a short period of time, but to her surprise, even the professor knew nothing about the city, which added another layer of mystery to Depp in her eyes.

Looking at the beautiful girl with tanned skin on the screen, Wellen couldn't help but marvel at how popular his boss was with women.

There's a saying that goes something like this: you never know how proactive a girl can be with a handsome man.

Wellen looked at the scales on his body and sighed silently.

"Depp, I have to go to class now. I'll call you back after class."

"Okay, remember to listen carefully."

With the video screen turned off, Depp and Wellen chatted casually about the recent mess in Gotham.

Suddenly, there was a loud knocking sound at the door.

"Who is it?" Depp called out towards the door.

"It's me, James Gordon!"

Depp got up and opened the door, only to see Gordon in a police uniform with a serious expression.

Gordon went inside and closed the door again, saying nervously, "Don't open for business today. Things aren't peaceful here right now."

Depp rolled his eyes and said, "Is it possible that my shop was locked before you arrived?"

Gordon: "......"

"In short, Mr. Freeze and Mr. Electrocution are being hunted by Falcone and Maroni's men. Witnesses say they've gotten to this area, so I'm just letting you know. Remember to be careful."

After Gordon finished speaking, he hurriedly tried to open the door and leave, after all, he had come with a mission to make the arrest.

Just as Gordon was about to grab the doorknob, Depp yelled, "Don't move! Don't touch that doorknob!"

At this point, Depp had not fully activated his mutant abilities, nor had his eyes turned completely white.

Even so, he could sense that the flow of electric elements at the entrance of his antique shop was unusually intense, almost forming a small vortex.

If nothing unexpected happens, the electrocutioner is at his own doorstep, using the power generation device on his chest to connect to the gate.

Gordon's hand froze in mid-air. He turned back and asked in confusion, "Um... what kind of valuable antique is this?"

“I guess so. I bought this thing fifteen years ago for ten dollars,” Depp explained. “But it’s now connected to the electric generator of the electrocution man. If you don’t want to be turned into a delicious piece of roast meat, you’d better pull it back a bit.”

"Electrocutioner?" Gordon's eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing this, and he reached for his waist, pulling out a pistol from its holster.

The electrician outside noticed through the crack in the door that Gordon hadn't opened it but had returned to the front desk. He immediately increased the power output, attempting to use the metal inside the room to electrocute everyone inside.

As the TV and light bulbs started flickering, Depp yelled at Gordon, "That idiot's gotta pay for a new TV and light bulbs later!"

After saying that, Depp hooked the umbrella handle onto the doorknob and opened the store door.

The electrician walked into the antique shop with satisfaction, nodded approvingly, and said, "I admire you, kid."

Wellen was about to make a move, but Depp stopped him with a gesture.

Although the current Weren has thick scales, it still cannot completely block electricity.

Gordon tried to raise his gun to fire, but the electrician, wearing rubber gloves, pressed the controller of the power generation device in his hand.