American Comics: BOSS Invasion

An ordinary person hearing such words would undoubtedly be taken aback and stunned for a few seconds.

Hugo's expression didn't change at all, as if he hadn't heard what Jim and Harvey had said.

He sized them up slightly and said coldly, "Officers, is there anything else?"

Harvey was shocked.

"No, we're saying someone wants to kill you!"

Hugo calmly pushed up his glasses and said indifferently, "Officer, or rather, Detective, I am a healthy human being and can understand what you're saying, so there's no need to repeat yourself, as that would seem foolish.

You just stated a declarative sentence, which I clearly heard, so that's equivalent to completing an exchange.

So, what I want to ask is, officers, is there anything else?

If not, I have many patients waiting for me to treat!"

This guy has a personality, huh?

Does he not trust the police, or does he simply not care about his own life, or does he believe that Arkham Asylum has enough defensive power to protect him?

Jim Gordon, after all, was new here.

Although he had driven around the city a few times and generally familiarized himself with Gotham City's layout, he was still somewhat unaccustomed to the nooks and crannies, as well as the local customs.

However, after so many days, the shock had gradually dissipated, and Jim Gordon had already learned how to deal with such things.

"Director, since you've already heard, then it shouldn't be that I haven't made myself clear.

Arkham Asylum is completely sealed off and is usually heavily guarded to prevent patients from escaping and harming themselves, but this is only hospital security, which is completely different from armed thugs.

Listen, you are now being targeted by bounty hunters under the command of the Vengeance Foundation.

For your head, they will not hesitate to break down the door and directly kill anyone who dares to resist.

The police received advance notice and decided to provide you with all-round protection.

Please come with us immediately!"

Hugo's expression remained calm, only a hint of strangeness flashed deep in his eyes when he heard the Vengeance Foundation, but it disappeared in a flash and didn't reveal any unusual expression.

He calmly stared at Jim Gordon, and after knowing that he had finished speaking, he slightly raised his head to size up Harvey and Jim, his face slightly anxious, but with a very serious expression, and nodded, saying, "Thank you for your concern, but I don't accept it.

As a doctor, the patient's condition is above all else.

I must perform this surgery tonight.

And if I remember correctly, the implementation of the police protection plan requires the target to agree and accept it.

So, I'll make it clear to you now, I'm sorry, regardless of whether I'm in danger or not, I've decided not to accept police protection.

Moreover, this is Arkham Asylum, an area under the highest authority of the high line.

As the director, I have the right to demand that the police immediately withdraw from the area of Arkham Asylum, otherwise I will file a lawsuit with the court, accusing members of the Gotham City Police Department of threatening my personal safety with trumped-up charges!"

Harvey's eyes widened: "Are you crazy?

We're doing this for you, and you want to sue us?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have the energy to distinguish whether a stranger is telling the truth or lying!

Even if I am in danger, I don't need police protection.

If I haven't made myself clear, you can go directly to my lawyer.

Today is her workday.

After going out, just walk all the way down the corridor to the end.

There is an inconspicuous small room, which is his office!

Oh, I forgot to say that he was also a mental patient a few years ago, but I cured him.

Counting the time, it's been almost six months since he went crazy and attacked people again.

He is currently in a safe period, and if you are interested, you can take a look around!"

Hugo nodded slightly, walked past the two of them expressionlessly, and quickly disappeared.

Harvey and Jim looked at each other, with ten thousand alpacas galloping through their minds, leaving the two of them dumbfounded.

What's going on?

Has the Gotham Police Department's credibility declined to this point?

Just as the two were thinking of ideas, they suddenly heard the sound of a motorcycle outside.

Then, with a bang, the wall was directly smashed, and a heavy Harley motorcycle crashed to the ground with a bang, lying across the room, its tires locked by the brakes.

When the surface rubbed against the floor, it made a piercing screeching sound, and two dark skid marks were left on the ground without hesitation.

And on the motorcycle was actually a man in a bright silver gentleman's suit, like an upper-class gentleman commonly seen in old London a century ago.

However, this guy was obviously not very old, his skin was tight, and his figure was quite well-proportioned.

His bright silver trench coat, like metal, swayed in the wind.

Faced with this sudden attack, Harvey and Jim reflexively pulled out their small revolvers, pointed their guns at the attacker, and shouted, "Don't move, hands up!"

Jim was still yelling, but Harvey was already impatient and repeatedly pulled the trigger.

The bullets clearly hit Qi Shan's trench coat, but they found that they didn't even break a thin layer of cloth.

Instead, the direct impact produced sparks like colliding metal.

"Holy shit! What the hell is this!" Harvey shouted.

Qi Shan had already crashed through the wall with the man and the car, directly breaking through the wall and disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

The two lowered their heads and coughed, holding a small revolver in one hand and constantly waving the other, trying to clear a clean area where they could breathe normally.

Unfortunately, the facts proved that this method was futile.

The two couldn't care so much, pulled up their collars, hastily covered their mouths and noses, and cautiously chased after him.

At the same time, the fleeing Hugo finally realized that the situation was a bit bad.

A change appeared on his calm face, and he quickly turned into an office and locked the door.

In order to make a big commotion, Qi Shan had already crashed through two walls in a row.

Was he still short of this one?

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the remaining motorcycle directly twisted to the left.

The position of the headlight suddenly melted into a pool of metal liquid, which quickly transformed into the structure of a hydraulic jackhammer.

It was nailed to the wall with a bang, and a large hole was knocked out of the wall.

Bricks and stones flew, and Qi Shan, like a life-threatening demon, drilled out of the hole, which was more than one person tall, staring at Hugo, who was leaning against the wall with a look of panic, and a smile cracked at the corner of his mouth.

"Found you, philosopher Hugo!"