Hiding in the sand, splitting into many places, starting with Arkham

Although crude, it was indeed a complete puppet, and all its components were made of Shimizu's own body tissues. The chakra compatibility was extremely high, so the difficulty of manipulating it was not high.

[Puppet Name]: Wisdom Tooth No. 1

[Comprehensive Parameters]:

Height: 2.3 centimeters

Weight: 4.5 grams

Material: Bone material, biological keratin, and connective tissue

Energy: None

Operating Method: Chakra threads

[Puppet Rating]: D-

[Comprehensive Evaluation]: Almost no combat ability, an extremely crude and simple puppet.

This tiny puppet held Shimizu's hope of escaping Arkham Asylum.

Of course, it wouldn't be easy to rely on such a weak puppet to help him escape.

His advantages lay in his ninja and puppeteer abilities, as well as his intelligence advantage.

"I still need a detailed plan and more information."

Shimizu flicked his hand, and with just five chakra threads from one hand, he easily controlled Wisdom Tooth No. 1, launching it onto the ceiling and into a ventilation duct less than ten centimeters in diameter.

For now, he would hide Wisdom Tooth No. 1 there. Later, he would have to find a sensory ninjutsu in the village that he could learn, and use it in conjunction with Wisdom Tooth No. 1 to scout the surroundings and look for opportunities.

Just then, the guards outside seemed to have heard something in their earpieces, quickly unlocking the safeties on their guns, forming a neat line, and pointing them towards the entrance of the corridor, on alert.

"What's going on?"

Black Mask leaned against the bulletproof glass door, surveying the outside.

In the distance, a faint commotion could be heard from the cells on the other side of the corridor, and then the sound grew louder and louder.

"Ah ha! Bat! You've come!"

"Batman, I'm going to tear you apart!"

"The Joker? Is that guy in here too?"

… …

"Bang bang bang!!!"

Black Mask excitedly pounded on the glass door.

Or rather, ninety-nine percent of the patients in Arkham were loyal fans of Batman, willing to do anything to attract his attention.

Shimizu's eyes flickered slightly as he considered whether this might be a suitable opportunity.

"Crack—"

The heavy iron gate opened, and four heavily armed guards escorted the Joker, who was handcuffed and shackled, lying on a tilted board.

A deep purple suit, exaggerated makeup, and a crazy expression.

Behind him was a tall man wearing a bat suit.

"Batman! I'm going to tear you apart!"

Black Mask kept pounding on the glass door, his eyes fixed on Batman, his gaze full of madness.

"Oh, hey! Black Mask, long time no see. I knew you were a loyal fan of the little bat. You see, Batman, you are so popular here. You are actually just like us, mentally ill patients. You belong here, don't you?

Oh! There's still an empty cell, perfect for you. Are you going to lock me in there? I'm actually looking forward to it. Hi, new neighbor, what's your name…"

The Joker shook his head and winked at Shimizu, completely ignoring the guns pointed at him.

Batman stared at the Joker coldly, watching as he was pushed to the end of the corridor and into an elevator.

Shimizu had seen this before. The Riddler had been taken to the lowest level with the highest security measures using this device.

Batman stopped here, because only Arkham staff could go any further.

Black Mask was still shouting, but Batman only glanced at Black Mask and Shimizu. After finding nothing unusual, he turned and left without saying a word.

The latter felt that something was wrong this time.

The Joker's capture this time was too easy, he was very worried, so he followed all the way here.

"Warden Sharp, take me to the surveillance room. I want to see the Joker locked in his cell with my own eyes."

After walking out of the iron gate, Batman said this to the intercom.

"Stop yelling, the Bat has already left."

Shimizu leaned against the wall and shouted at Black Mask in the next cell.

Black Mask stopped moving, but his eyes were still looking at the place where Batman disappeared with resentment.

Read no wrong, first, first, first, content, see at a glance!

"If the Joker comes out later, don't just follow him, find a chance to run out."

Shimizu reached out and ejected a chakra thread, retrieving Wisdom Tooth No. 1.

The opportunity to get out has come.

"What did you say?"

Black Mask turned his head in confusion, looking at the next cell, then his eyes filled with excitement.

"Arkham can never hold the Joker. Look at the way he came here, like he's coming home. There are generally only two possibilities for him coming here. One is that he's bored of living outside and wants to come in and mock us, and the other…"

Shimizu turned his gaze to the place where Batman left.

"Is to turn Arkham into a trap, a trap for the Bat."

Black Mask's eyes lit up even more.

Doesn't that mean there's a chance to get revenge on Batman?

… …

… …

Just as Shimizu had predicted.

A few minutes later, Batman broke through the window of the surveillance room and rushed out.

Gotham City Police Commissioner Frank Boles was an undercover agent who helped Harley Quinn sneak into the control room of Arkham Asylum and release all the prisoners.

Including the Joker, as well as Shimizu and Black Mask.

And what will these Arkham criminals do after they are released?

Of course, it's to give a warm welcome to the Bat who sent them in.

"Oh, oh, oh, the show is about to begin, little Bat. This is the trap I carefully prepared for you, and you jumped right into it. I have prepared some surprises for you, but it will take some time to deliver them. Before that, don't think about bringing in any messy things from the outside. I have placed twenty bombs outside. If anyone steps onto Arkham Island… you understand."

The Joker's voice quickly rang out on the broadcast.

But in fact, the real Joker was not there. It was just Harley Quinn putting the recorded audio on the broadcast.

The real Joker walked happily in a certain direction.

Just like Shimizu said, as soon as he arrived at Arkham, the Joker felt like he was home, familiar with the place.

"Listen, listen, everyone, I have arranged a wonderful play for the Bat. The Bat is the lead actor, and I am the director. Tonight, whoever can kill the Bat will be the new lead actor."