All Worlds Madhouse

Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot.

This poor child, who had never grown a centimeter since he was 11 years old, finally closed his eyes quietly at the age of 63.

Because of his innate disability, he is a person in this big family that no one cares about, and no one cares about him. Except for the chance that he has the blood of the Colbert family, he seems to be worse than A domestic servant. At least the servant said 'dinner is ready'. You can get people to sit at the dinner table, but no one has ever listened to your words.

Therefore, he didn't want to go home or go back to that magnificent mansion and stay in his 'Iceberg Restaurant' all day. Maybe he had thought that his life would pass like this, which was not bad, at least. Compared to those deformed children who were born in poor and low-income families, I was quite lucky. After all, apart from being laughed at, looked down upon, ignored, and chuckled at, at least I didn't have to worry about food and drink.

This mentality accompanied him for more than 20 years, until a woman with strange makeup burst into his restaurant and pointed a gun at his head.

Then, that woman put the button that destroyed the Colbert family into her own hands

Everything was overthrown and rebuilt on its own.

To be honest, Penguin once thanked this woman, not just gratitude, but that kind of emotion, maybe a deeper emotion, but he didn't dare to imagine it.

However, when Penguin wanted to pursue this emotion, the woman disappeared quietly, leaving no trace.

"Business must be fair, without any emotion." This may be the Penguin's creed.

Therefore, if the Colbert family was given to him by Harley Quinn, then one day, he would have to return it.

"Yes, this is just a business. I have no emotions involved."

Penguin said to himself after closing his eyes.

And before he breathed his last

"Maybe. A little."

This was his last thought.

When he died, he was smiling.

On the night of Mr. Colbert's burial, the entire metropolis seemed to have changed slightly.

People all over the world are still looking for the man named 'Ziliang'. However, among the frightened and confused people, there seem to be many characters who look alike but have firm eyes. They wander around the streets and do things that are inconspicuous but involve the entire world.

In restaurants, bars, or entertainment venues all over the world, the sales of martinis are steadily increasing. More and more wine glasses are being placed upside down on the dining table. Coins with the 'iceberg' mark engraved on them are once again beginning to circulate. , countless catering sales channels have once again become the connection line between intelligence, just like they did many years ago. The huge hidden power of the Colbert family, after disappearing for 20 years, is slowly flowing again.

They are looking for another hidden power. In some channels that only 'industry insiders' can access, an invitation with both "iceberg" and "bat" painted on it is secretly circulated around the world.

[We are no longer enemies, we need you]

Finally, at dusk as usual, an old man wearing an old hood walked into a small cafe on the south side of Cleveland. In this shop, which only sold coffee, he was mentally ill. Ordered a martini.

Of course, there is no alcohol in the cafe.

However, the waiter did not drive this ridiculous customer away. He just let him sit quietly. After the last customer left the cafe, he walked to the door and hung a sign saying "Closed Today."

"Hello, how can I serve you?"

The waiter then asked.

The old man raised his head. Under the brim of his hat was a haggard face. He took out a small black postcard with a bat and an iceberg printed on it.

"Tell your master that my name is Jim Gordon."

In the early morning of the next day, in the metropolis, it was the eve of a rainstorm.

In the past many years, the sky in the metropolis seemed to be spread with a kind of brilliance. Even on a gloomy rainy day, it did not feel dim. But I don’t know when the light here became gray and the streets became dim. The crowd was still dense, but apart from the sound of cars, it seemed that no noise could be heard. People were holding umbrellas, walking, silent, not saying a word, quietly waiting for the heavy rain to come.

A private plane broke through the clouds and landed on an edge of the airport. There was no record of the plane's route. Even the airport itself miraculously had no news. It was like a ghost, quietly Arriving at the metropolis silently.

The cabin door slowly opened, and Jim Gordon stepped off the plane wearing a large coat.

Several casually dressed people immediately came forward and surrounded Gordon into an inconspicuous car. Without any greetings or exchanges, as the door closed, the car started and sped away, disappearing into the mist before the rain. among.

All the way north.

On the edge of the city, in the Colbert family's mansion.

Harley Quinn and old Joey sat opposite each other.

"A large number of underground personnel have been used. We have contacted the remaining anti-government forces. Jim Gordon should be on the way already," Quinn said.

Old Joey didn't seem to care much about these things, or in other words, even if he wanted to care, he might not be able to understand.

"Well, I'm not very good at these things. I just want to know, has Hannibal really fallen into the hands of those people?"

The people he was talking about were naturally [Goddess of Death] Salina and [Power Incarnate] White Bear.

Quinn nodded: "Yes, according to intelligence in a certain information chain of the Colbert family, they confirmed that Hannibal is still alive, and he should be enduring torture that we can't imagine. Those people want to start from He extracted our information from his mouth."

"Well, what do they want to know about us?"

"Everything." Quinn said: "They have a behind-the-scenes planner. If I guess correctly, it is the woman who calls herself [Death] on TV. She is very powerful. I am not talking about her ability to control death. It’s about her wisdom. Her only purpose is Ziliang. Although we don’t know where Ziliang is now, I think that woman doesn’t need us to know at all. She just needs to dig it out of Hannibal’s mouth. By extracting all kinds of seemingly insignificant information, you can deduce the answer you want from it.”

Quinn said, and at this moment, the door to the room was pushed open.

Jim Gordon walked in