Chapter 3881

When Hugo walked into the activity room, everyone saw the oppressive atmosphere around him. The Riddler screamed first, Two-Face snorted, the Joker raised his eyelids and threw a deck of cards onto the table.

"I guess our bald gentleman didn't bring good news," the Joker leaned back, hugged his arms and said, "How long has Batman disappeared? It must be two months, right? I almost feel like he abandoned us."

"Good news, he didn't abandon you," Hugo walked up and said.

"What's the bad news?" Clayface stole a card while everyone wasn't paying attention, and then asked.

"The bad news is that your performance made him very dissatisfied. He sent a damn agent, pointed a gun at my head, and asked me to urge you to do some proper work."

"Are you not awake?" The Joker looked at him and asked, "Did your hypnosis experiment fail again? Did you hypnotize yourself?"

The current Joker looked completely different from when he was making trouble, not only not so excited and crazy, but rather listless, and his speech was clear, and he wouldn't say half a sentence. If it weren't for the overly unique styling, he wouldn't be found in the crowd.

"I know this is absurd," Hugo said as if he didn't know how to speak, "Batman has been busy for two or three months, which led to him feeling very dissatisfied when he knew we were all huddled in the asylum playing cards, so he had to find something for us to do."

"You are really crazy," Two-Face evaluated, "We are playing cards in the asylum, isn't that what Batman wants to see?"

"It was indeed like this before, but there might have been some small changes recently," Hugo pulled a chair over and sat down and said, "Batman might really be busy crazy, leading to a stomach full of resentment. If we don't coax him now, he will really cut the funding for the asylum. By then, the activity building might be sold and turned into a department store."

"Oh, God," Killer Croc slapped the table and said, "No way, he can't treat us like this. We are super criminals!"

"But also Cat Getan residents, and mental patients. This is the only place willing to accommodate us without rent. If the asylum closes, are you planning to rent a house that leaks for 300 dollars a week?"

"Here even manages two meals and afternoon tea!" Hugo raised his hand and said, "Look at this activity room, there is air conditioning, a pool table, cards, and the foosball set is newly replaced. Without these, you can only be like old men, listening to the radio and reading newspapers every day."

"No no no, absolutely not!" Mad Hatter Tetch jumped up first, "I still have to study my brainwashing device! If there is no research funding, how can I get my Alice back?"

"I can't rent a house," Killer Croc said, "No landlord is willing to rent to me, they will hit me with a shotgun."

Others looked at the Joker, Two-Face couldn't help but ask: "What about you, Joker, didn't you used to stay in the Joker gang territory? Why did you run over to squeeze with us?"

The Joker sighed and said: "That's a long story. Have you heard of the Robin gang?"

"You mean that group of crazy teenagers?"

"That's right, my Joker gang territory was snatched by them. They drove me and Harley out, and I didn't want to rent those gang houses, so I could only come here. And you, big lawyer, Cat Getan returned to the gang era, shouldn't you be doing well?"

"Heh, you don't look at who is in charge of the gang families now. One Wayne, one Kane. Batman's parents are vengeful, how could they hire me?"

Several people looked at each other and sighed in unison. The Riddler rubbed his nose and said: "But besides playing cards here, what else can we do? Go out and kill people, and then write some riddles?"

"Don't dream," the Joker snorted coldly and said, "Outside are all gangs, the upper ones are rich people, the lower ones are thugs. Who can your thin arms and legs kill?"

"What should we do now?" Harley, who was lying on the table, yawned and said, "The weapons I got before were also confiscated. If Batman really wants to drive us out, we can only wander the streets. He shouldn't be so heartless, right?"

"Hard to say," Hugo curled his lips and said, "The guy he sent is a ruthless character. You should have heard of it, Schiller Rodriguez."

The Joker raised his eyebrows and said: "You just said he pointed a gun at your head? Is he younger than the common Rodriguez?"

"Yes, it should be a counterpart from another universe. That guy is a real ruthless character, I dare say none of you can do anything about him."

"Who said that?" Clayface hummed a bit unconvinced and said, "I can become Batman..."

Bang! Crash! Bang!

A sniper bullet penetrated the floor-to-ceiling window of the activity building, directly hitting Clayface into dust. By the time he spent a lot of effort to gather himself again, Harley picked up the sniper bullet from the ground.

A complete sentence was engraved on the slender sniper bullet—"Now, immediately, go to work!"

The crowd dispersed.

"Puddin', I'll go with you." Harley giggled and entangled the Joker. But the Joker pushed her away as if he had encountered some plague god, and said: "Stop entangling me! I want to go by myself!"

"You are really unromantic, really loving one after another, you shouldn't be looking for the new Rodriguez, right? Batman will feel sad for your change of heart!"

The Joker looked gloomy and didn't speak. Harley also seemed to feel bored. She took out her phone and called Poison Ivy, then said: "Hey? Red? Where are you? Batman arranged work for us, let's do it together. When the hurricane night comes, we can also huddle at home and watch a movie together..."

Hearing what she said, Hugo couldn't help but feel a bit envious. Although these lunatics generally regard money as dung, money is indeed useful at critical moments. Harley made a lot of money by flipping weapons when Cat Getan was fighting before, bought her own house, and she could completely not do Batman's mission.

Others were not so lucky. Batman was not in Cat Getan, and they were not in the mood to make trouble. But if they were driven out of the asylum, they would have to face the gangs, and the key was that they might not be able to beat them.

Still the same sentence, for Cat Getan, returning to the gang era is a good thing, especially the family-style gang era, which looks at blood and surnames. This group of lunatics are all lone ghosts fighting alone, and they can't squeeze into the existing system at all, neither as rich as others, nor having so many guns, and it is difficult to be as lawless as before.

Living outside also costs money, just renting a house is a big problem, this group of people looks strange, ordinary landlords cannot rent to such a big trouble. If they offend the gang again, it will be even more difficult to move.

Therefore, even if it is for Arkham Asylum not to collapse, they have to go out to work. Although I don't know what madness Batman is having, but only by coaxing him well can they live in a good house and have afternoon tea.

A group of lunatics in strange clothes stopped at the gate of Arkham Asylum, looked at the dark clouds gradually gathering on the coastline. Clayface scratched his head and said: "So, what should we go do?"

"Don't know, Batman didn't say," the Riddler was also very confused.

Others could only look at the Joker. The Joker was the one who understood Batman best among them. Batman sent someone to threaten, but didn't say what work to do, so he could only guess through the Joker.

"Hurricane landing," the Joker said.

"But it's not the first time the hurricane has landed, it must have been three times this year, right? Is Batman really that short of people, short to this point?"

"Of course not, so there must be something else," the Joker leaned on the porch pillar, thinking while saying, "There must be some mysterious disaster we don't know about quietly happening, and it is very likely to take the opportunity to make trouble when the hurricane lands. That's why Batman called us out."

"Counting on us to turn the tide?"

"Counting on us to die first," the Joker said, "Because if the hurricane and mysterious disaster destroy Cat Getan's existing order, we will become the biggest unstable factor again. So Batman needs us to participate, attract the attention of that mysterious disaster, and even make our two sides confront each other, dragging each other's attention. This way his little birds can safely save the disaster."

"You mean that mysterious disaster is someone?" Two-Face couldn't help but frown.

"If it were just a person, he would have been thrown here to stay with us long ago. Batman didn't deal with a hidden danger in Cat Getan, it would never be because he didn't have time, but that guy is indeed difficult to deal with, and Batman is not sure he can catch him."

"This is a bit interesting," Mad Hatter used a sharp voice to say, "For Batman, what can be more difficult to deal with than you, Joker?"

"I also want to know very much," the Joker stared at the dark clouds on the distant horizon, slowly revealing a smile.

Schiller stood on the roof of a building not far from the asylum, and the strong wind before the hurricane arrived blew the sniper rifle's strap violently. He watched the group of lunatics gradually leave the scope of the asylum, carrying the gun and leaving the roof.

While walking down, he put the sniper rifle into the box. He walked quickly out of the side door of the building, crossed the street where the strong wind was whistling, and under the gloomy sky that could drip water, crossed the fence and returned to the asylum's parking lot.

He scanned the circle, walked to a car and pulled the door, and without looking, sat directly in the passenger seat. Turning his head, he looked at the Joker who was preparing to drive.

"What are you doing?" The Joker asked him.

"This car is not yours," Schiller replied.

"But it's not yours either," the Joker didn't deny it.

Schiller lowered his head and turned out his credentials from his pocket, showing it to him: "FBI, illegal theft of other people's vehicles, you are arrested."

The Joker slowly widened his eyes: "This is entrapment."

"Let you go out to find work, not let you steal cars. Considering you are a mental patient, I can not arrest you. Get down from the evidence!"

"I won't!"

Ten seconds later, the Joker was dragged down from the car like a helpless sack. He staggered, then fell to the ground, and roared at Schiller: "I don't have a car! Then how do you let me leave here?!"

"Walk out," Schiller loaded the pistol, and then said, "I'll follow behind you, don't even think about stealing other cars."

"What grudge do I have with you?!"

"I am acting according to the law. Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and go."

The Joker pulled his clothes hem hatefully, and walked towards the exit of the parking lot. Schiller didn't go to drive, but followed him behind with the gun.

The Joker had only taken two steps when a sharp braking sound came from the ramp at the entrance of the parking lot. The Joker was still stunned, and Schiller had already shot and exploded the tires of that car. The car that was originally rushing straight towards this side spun on the ground because of the flat tire and rushed in another direction.

Schiller raised his gun at the car that hit the railing and shouted: "Get out of the car! Lie on the ground!"

A middle-aged man with a big beard got out of the car slowly, raised his hands and lay on the ground. Schiller still aimed at him and asked: "What's going on?"

"Sorry, Officer, I, I don't know. Maybe the ground is too slippery!" The other party's tone was very panicked, "I stepped on the brake, but it didn't work! I'm really sorry."

"Go," Schiller turned to the Joker and said.