"Report, sir," The Beard raised his hand cautiously, "It's not that we don't want to use long-range attacks, but we don't have the right to launch missiles."

"Does missiles have to be used for long-range bombing?" Xie Lun glanced at him and said, "What about the plane?"

"We don't have bombers either."

"A bomber? Dropping a bomb on a helicopter is much more convenient and quicker than drilling a sewer, right?"

"Uh... we don't have permission."

"It's okay. You didn't have permission before. Now that you have joined SSS, you have permission."

At this moment, another female subordinate wearing glasses, a red exclamation mark popped up on the screen in front of her, and then the red landline next to her rang. The female subordinate frightened the whole body, and quickly reached out and picked up the microphone. After listening to it, her face changed drastically, and she turned her head and said with a trembling: "Director Waller, Minister Sharon, there is something wrong with Arkham."

Five minutes ago, the underground secret cell of the Arkham Asylum.

Harley Quinn stood at the door of Bruce's glass cell, and quickly wrote and painted on her own notebook with a pen. Through this period of communication, Halle became more and more interested in Bruce. She could feel that this man named "Tom" did not tell the truth to herself, he must be full of great secrets.

But Halle's visit time was about to end. She looked at Bruce with some meaning, blew a kiss, and smiled softly: "Then talk about it next time, Mr. Tom."

With that, she just wanted to turn around and leave, suddenly the lights all around dimmed, and then they flashed red. At the same time, thick gray mist gushed out from the ventilation holes, and the blink of an eye covered all areas of the lunatic asylum.

"Enemy attack, warning, enemy attack..."

The guards of the lunatic asylum picked up the walkie-talkie, and just shouted a few words, they were swallowed by the smoke, and soon there was no sound.

Bruce held his breath for the first time, and quickly tore off the sheets, blocking the vents of the cell to prevent the intrusion of the smoke. After special training, he can hold his breath underwater for 30 minutes, but Bruce knows that poison gas will also penetrate into the body along the pores of human skin, so he can only take up a blanket and wrap it on himself.

Although the effect is weak, it is better than nothing.

At this time, the outside of the glass cell was swallowed by the gray mist, no other objects could be seen, nor any sound could be heard. Bruce knew in his heart that the psychiatrist named Harley Quinn probably hadn't escaped, but he didn't have any equipment now and couldn't go out to save people.

Just as Bruce looked around, looking for a way to escape, he suddenly heard a sound of air pressure leaking, and the closed cell door slowly slid to the side. Although Bruce rushed over immediately, trying to close the door again, the turbulent mist had already poured in.

Bruce only felt that his eyes were dark, and for some reason, there was a harsh woman screaming in his ears, and then he fell into a coma.

I don't know how long it took, Bruce opened his eyes in a daze, and a big face appeared in front of him, making him tremble.

"Aha, my friend, you finally woke up." The other party laughed and stretched out his hand to pull Bruce from the ground. "You almost missed the rave party, but the time was just right."

Bruce blinked, only to see that the other person was the lanky guy who lived in the cell next to him. His name seemed to be...

"Jack!"

A pair of beautiful legs in black stockings appeared in front of Bruce's eyes. Bruce looked up along those beautiful legs, only to see a white shirt stained with blood and a face with heavy makeup.

"Harley Quinn?" Bruce was slightly surprised. "How did you become like this?"

"Little Tom is also awake. It's great, so I don't have to work hard to wake him up with this big stick." Hallie waved the pitted baseball bat in her hand, stained with blood and unknown meat. He smiled slightly at Jack and Bruce, "Let's go, the new boss is about to speak."

"No problem, baby." Jack was obviously afraid of Halle, his thin body carefully hid behind Bruce, and smiled dryly, "My good friend just woke up and hasn't recovered yet. Wait a while, and I will take him to the venue."

"Well, I have to call others."

Halle waved the baseball bat and turned to leave.

Only then did Bruce have time to look around and found that there were prisoners in prison uniforms standing around him. All the prisoners in this lunatic asylum should have been released. It's just that on the ground, there were a lot of dead bodies lying on the ground, and their heads were smashed.

"Don't look, Tom," Jack tugged at Bruce's sleeves and whispered, "None of their souls have been purified, so their bodies were purified by Hallie. You are almost too late to wake up. I can’t protect you in one minute."

Bruce felt his head swell, shook his head vigorously, and turned to look at Jack: "Thank you, Jack."

"You're welcome," Jack grinned. "Who calls us friends... Right, Tom, are we friends?"

"Of course." Bruce nodded and lowered his voice, "How did Halle become? And, what's the matter with the so-called new boss?"

"Harry? Oh, that's what she really is. I've seen it a long time ago. Didn't you realize that she is more charming now than before?"

Jack looked at it with a fascination, Halle who was smashing someone's head in the distance.

"As for the new boss, I haven't seen it... Aha, by the way, let's go to the venue, the carnival is about to begin."

With that said, Jack and Bruce walked towards the door.

The corridors were also covered with blood and corpses, most of which were guards. Bruce just glanced at it, and keenly noticed that the guns of these guards had disappeared, and they appeared to have fallen into the hands of these prisoners.

Soon faint cheers and screams came from a distance.

Through the corridor, a dazzling light was projected, causing Bruce to squint. After he finally adjusted to the light, he realized that what he saw was a spacious square. A high platform was erected in the center of the square, and searchlights erected around it illuminate the square like daylight.

It wasn't until this time ~lightnovelpub.net~ that Bruce realized, and now it has changed from day to night.

Standing on the high platform was a man in black wearing a crow hood, holding a long staff shooting a blue arc in his hand. Behind him, there was a guy wearing a torn hood with a scimitar in his hand, dressed like a scarecrow in a cornfield.

Bruce looked around carefully and found that there were many strong men in prison uniforms standing high around the square, holding guns of different lengths, and looking down vigilantly. Obviously, these are newly selected guards.

Bruce frowned. In this situation, he didn't have a chance to escape, but he wanted to leave with Jack. It was almost impossible. Although he doesn't know why Jack wants to help himself, he can see that Jack has no malice towards him and really wants to be friends with him.

"Please be quiet!"

When Bruce was thinking about countermeasures, the crow man in black on the high platform suddenly shouted.

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