Gotham Mayor Simulator

"Cobot," the prison guard knocked on the cell door, "it's time to work."

Penguin opened his eyes suddenly. In fact, he woke up half an hour ago, but he hadn't slept so soundly in a long time.

Warden Bella Betvin is a guy with personal annihilation. Everyone has the right to rest, except Penguin himself. He still remembers that when he complained, the woman glanced at him faintly: "Isn't this what it means to be a leader?" Are you conscious? Come on, Cobot, when you made more money than everyone else before going to jail, you should expect that you will work more than everyone else after going to jail.”

Shut up, you inhumane capitalist!

The Penguin works in the morning and at night, scrambling to catch up on sleep during his free time. He has long discovered that Betvin doesn't care whether he will die suddenly, even if he shows his talents, so he must work hard to survive. Survive in your own way.

After working day and night for many days, Penguin finally had a short and soothing sleep last night. Although it was only a few hours, it made him lie in bed and couldn't bear to get up.

"Working hours?" Penguin walked to the door and noticed that this was the prison guard who was responsible for guarding when he led the "volunteers" to work every night. He got closer and called the other person's name, "Locke? I don't think it's the time right now. Working hours?”

The sky has dimly lit up, it is currently early morning, but after driving to the East District and busy for a while, the sun will rise. These "volunteers" are just wearing hoods, which is not safe, and it is very likely that Exceptions will be found.

"This is an order from the warden. You have the obligation to complete your assignment."

Penguin noticed that prison guard Locke looked energetic and in good spirits. He shook his head and followed him.

Along the way, Penguin saw some prisoners lying on the bed with comfortable smiles, while some had already gotten up and were even doing yoga.

He summoned his temporary subordinates, those serious criminals whose guaranteed crime was murder, and turned them into unconscious puppets. Then, a group of people got into the car.

Since the last time he found a fainted prisoner in the warehouse, Penguin would watch them put on their hoods every time to make sure everything was safe.

The manned heavy truck from Blackgate Prison is driving on the roads of Gotham.

The world in front of him seemed to have been thoroughly cleaned, showing an unusual brilliance. The Penguin touched his eye sockets. Could it be that his vision had improved?

The sky was still gloomy at night, with only the cars and street lights shining brightly along the way. He breathed in the evening breeze and felt his mood suddenly relax.

Penguin stuck his head out and looked at the illuminated Wayne Tower in the distance. His expression suddenly changed: "Hey! Hey, what is that?"

The only people in the car with him were prison guards and serious prisoners, and the prisoners naturally didn't answer him.

With the naked eye, dozens of winged monsters could be seen stretching their wings and flying among the high-rise buildings in the city. From time to time, lights swept across them, like the filming scene of some large-scale magic drama.

Someone stopped to take pictures nearby, but the only one who seemed to make a fuss was the Penguin——

The prison guard in front turned back and glanced at him: "Cobot, don't stick your head out of the car window."

Then he didn’t care, yes, he didn’t care!

Was Penguin the only one who saw all this? Or is this all his imagination?

When the car drove into the old city, Penguin finally knew what was going on.

The large advertising screens on the exterior walls of some buildings were showing these "monsters", but at this time Penguin discovered that those were actually gargoyles that could be seen everywhere in Gotham. They looked ferocious and had horns on their foreheads, like Winged gargoyles, however, these obtrusive creatures like animated statues have colorful balloons tied to their claws.

The promotional images were obviously shot in Gotham——

Facing the moonlight, these gargoyles came to life one by one. They took the balloon from a man dressed like a magician. The man only showed a small part of his back and slender fingers. Then, the gargoyles flapped their wings and flew away. Then, they landed in front of the children's window, looked at the sleeping child with cautious and cute eyes, then wrapped the balloons outside her window, and then continued to distribute balloons.

The voice-over said: "In order to welcome Children's Day, Wandering Magician C has prepared a city-wide magic show for everyone. It is currently in preview mode. If anyone gets a balloon presented by Gargoyles, they can use the balloon to get one from Iceberg Construction Company Candy, the lucky ones who get the golden candy wrappers will get unimaginable prizes!”

Children’s Day is at least twenty days away!

What kind of magic can turn a gargoyle into a living creature? This is magic!

And this wandering magician c... Penguin's expression was particularly ugly. He looked out the window. Most of the people were taking pictures or chasing these monsters in their cars. One of the monsters fell lightly. The statue still looked weird and strange. Horrible, but it untied the balloon and handed it to a little girl with blond hair.

The little girl let out a cry of surprise!

Penguin silently hit his forehead on the car window. He stared at the chaotic scene of this group of demons. The truck passed by and he heard the second half of the man's words in the video promotion: "Only good children who abide by the rules of the game can win." Reward and wish you a happy Children’s Day.”

Penguin's pupils moved, and he realized that he might be able to seize this opportunity——

What if Mr. C needs him to maintain the order of the game?

He was tired of being a plumber, especially when Penguin thought of the red-haired man he saw before. He couldn't remember the guy's name, but he remembered that this was one of his men, and he remembered this face! While the other party was talking to the prison guards openly, Penguin didn't dare to show his face at all. He was fed up with this kind of life, and he wanted to do everything he could to climb up.

Even gamers will have a tendency to play games. Mr. C regards the world as a game, but he will definitely have a preference!

The Penguin wants to prove his worth to the other party!

In the next lane, a luxury car passed quickly, heading in a different direction than the truck and heading toward Bristol County.

Dick was driving, and Tim was in the passenger seat.

After waking up, Tim immediately checked the surveillance and found that this was a city-wide "sleep", but it did not cause any commotion. It was like a hand caressing the city with gentle power, bringing everyone together. They all fell into sleep, but not everyone. The "darkness" passed by the city, carrying away all the humans who intended to destroy the city, and lost all traces.

When Tim repeatedly checked the surveillance, he found that the advertising in the city had been replaced. The overwhelming video advertisements were first launched on the Internet, and then directly jumped in line and appeared in the streets and alleys of the city. A gargoyle was monitored. His eyes lit up, and then he flew towards Bristol County - indeed Bristol County.

Contact with Vivi was lost, and when Tim checked the surveillance, the gargoyles had flown back to the city, taking only the balloons with them.

The person behind the scenes said with a clear attitude: Yes, I did it.

"We still can't contact Vivi and Bruce," Tim frowned, sinking himself into the soft back seat of the car, "and no one called the police for a 'missing case'."

"Think about who those missing people are," his adoptive brother Dick said calmly, "murderers, gangsters, poisoners... Do you expect Harvey's men to call the police and report that their boss is missing?"

"It's probably not just them who are missing," Tim slid his finger across the mobile interface, "I asked Barbara to help investigate. What if someone is missing in their own house?"

"To be honest, Tim," Dick said as he drove, "I don't want to find the Scarecrow at all. He is a complete madman. I can also understand why Vicki refused to communicate. I found out during the night patrol Well, she hates those guys who destroy public facilities when committing crimes or intend to make bombs. She hates people who destroy this city the most..."

"Look, no one even called the police, because the first time they called the police, they would be arrested and sent to jail first." Dick stopped the car and waited for the red light. Colorful balloons were floating in the sky. Not far away, the balloon accidentally let go The gargoyle that flew away was staring at its paws in confusion, triggering Laughter from others, “What causes us to fear is often the unknown, the enemy that is hard to distinguish between good and evil, the unknown enemy, those things hiding in the shadows. If I were in Batman’s position, I would definitely be anxious. , so I can’t be Batman, I can only be Nightwing..."

He turned his head, wondering why his brother had not spoken, but found that Tim's finger was still pressed on the screen, but he was already fast asleep.

Those four hours of high-quality sleep seemed to turn on some switch, allowing the sleep-deprived vigilante to sleep soundly and sweetly.

"Okay..." Dick turned down the music in the car and whispered to himself, "I hope that Mr. C is a person who abides by the rules of the game, rather than making the rules of the game."

The luxury car drove to Rose Manor and was turned away by the thick fog.

Batman was also thinking about this issue after waking up. Because of the asymmetry of information, he stayed in the manor after waking up and only noticed that his communication tool had been confiscated. What happened?

As time passed, the yellow rose, which was originally in bud, opened completely. Batman's sight was unrestricted, and the edges of the petals were curled. It was placed in a vase. He saw the brown-haired girl sitting on the bed, looking at Read a thick pile of material.

Batman tried to escape, but in fact it was not the entangled stamens that restricted his escape, but the stamens connected to his body. This made him feel that he and the flower were one, and he could also know this. When will a flower wither completely?

If he breaks it by force, he is committing suicide.

The bedroom was extremely quiet. Batman confirmed the time. This afternoon, the engineering team will knock down the Wayne Memorial Hall.

Before falling asleep, he seemed to see the scarecrow?

But now, the scarecrow is gone.

Something must have happened while he was asleep. This incident made Vivi show a signal of refusing to communicate. So far, Nightwing or Robin have not appeared in the manor. It is likely that his children Also refused entry.

Batman confirms what he needs to do. Even if the flowers wither, he still has a contract and still cannot escape completely.

The girl in front of him seemed tired of reading and put the pile of documents on the coffee table, and then Batman saw——

"18 Ways to Inspire Fear in People, Here's What You May Do - by Jonathan Crane"

This is a collection of Klein, aka Scarecrow’s, papers on “fear” research!

Considering that they were dealing with matters related to Scarecrow before, while Vivi was leisurely reading the other party's paper, and there was no further discussion about Two-Face, Batman deduced that Scarecrow and Two-Face had been resolved within four hours.

The solution used by Vivi was unacceptable to the vigilante, so she unilaterally cut off contact with her.

"Vivi," Batman said, "I think we should talk."

But his voice was too low, and the girl in front of him couldn't help but yawn because the paper was too boring.

"I should tell you my identity," Batman said, "Let's talk openly."

The girl raised her head and her eyes fell accurately on his face.

——So you just pretended not to hear, right?

The author has something to say: Bat decided to take a gamble, can he pull Vivi to his side.

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