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

If possible, Shimizu hoped to have both.

“I will stay here for a while to investigate the traces of demons. If you agree, you can find me at the Fuji House. By the way, your family seems to have a lot of influence. Can you get me a musket like this? The bullets should be made of Scarlet Monkey Iron. Only weapons made of this kind of metal containing solar energy can kill demons by cutting off their heads.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa pointed to the musket hanging on Uesugi Shin's waist.

His foolish younger brother actually planned to join the Demon Slayer Corps. After several unsuccessful attempts to stop him, Sanemi Shinazugawa came up with the idea of the musket.

With a musket, at least he wouldn't be so easily killed by demons.

“If you want a musket that can shatter a demon's head or neck with one shot, you must replace it with a more powerful musket. I have channels to get it, but the production of bullets must be extremely precise and requires professional equipment, which I cannot directly access. This requires asking for help from my older brother who works at the Shiga Police Headquarters.”

As Uesugi Shin was speaking, a crow flew in from outside the window, cawing and circling in the yard.

Sanemi Shinazugawa glanced at the Kasugai Crow, knowing that news had arrived, and stood up from the tatami mat.

“Then I will wait for your news. Just tell the people at the Fuji House if there is any situation. I'll leave first.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa explained, then dashed away, leaving the father and son looking at each other.

“Sorry.”

Uesugi Shin took a sip of tea and apologized.

“Hmm? Oh, I forgive you for almost throwing the bowl at me.”

“No… I mean, I'm sorry, I've been too busy with work in the past and haven't tried to understand you. I always thought you were just fooling around outside all day, and that going to the police academy was just a fleeting whim. I didn't expect you to actually have such abilities.”

Uesugi Shin was referring to Shimizu's skills.

Shimizu took a sip of tea as well.

In fact, Uesugi Shin misunderstood.

The original owner was indeed a playboy who hung out with ordinary friends.

“Just now, Mr. Shinazugawa invited you to join the Demon Slayer Corps. What do you think? Do you agree, or do you continue on your original path and let your uncle arrange for you to enter the Kyoto Police Academy?”

Shimizu played with the teacup and asked:

“There must be government officials in the Demon Slayer Corps, otherwise those lords wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully.”

Shimizu smiled.

Uesugi Shin nodded thoughtfully.

“When your uncle gets off work, I'll go to the town hall to call him and ask.”

In this era, telephones were rare communication tools. Even though Uesugi Shin was the town head, he didn't have a telephone at home.

In the entire Konan Town, only the town hall, police station, and post office had them installed.

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DC World.

The gang situation in Gotham has changed somewhat quickly, so quickly that it exceeded Bruce Wayne's expectations.

“Master, you have been working continuously for twenty hours. I think you should rest for a while.”

Alfred, the butler, placed a plate of desserts on the table, looking helplessly at the figure sitting in front of the supercomputer.

“No, Alfred, I need to know why Caleel Worth has become like this. Compared to before entering Arkham, his abilities and personality have changed greatly, and his insane love for sewing corpses has also disappeared.”

Bruce Wayne looked solemnly at the various images on the computer screen.

These were all taken by the surveillance cameras he had placed in every corner of Gotham, as well as the black technology satellites of Wayne Enterprises.

The one in the very center was the video of Shimizu manipulating Black Gold to defeat three Titan Giants in five seconds during the deal with Two-Face that day.

It's hard to imagine how Wayne Enterprises' satellites were able to capture it on a night with heavy clouds.

“Perhaps he was cured of his mental illness in Arkham?”

Alfred shrugged and brewed coffee.

“That possibility is not ruled out, but I have investigated all the treatment records about him in Arkham Asylum, and after analysis, this possibility is very small.”

Batman said in a deep voice.

“But at least he hasn't caused any trouble now. Compared to the Joker and the others, he's much better, isn't he?”

Alfred made a beautiful bat pattern with chocolate and milk for the coffee and placed it in front of Batman.

He just wanted his young master to take a rest, even though he knew it was almost impossible.

“His gang will indeed be more orderly under his rule, but that's even more terrifying. It means that as darkness, he knows better how to integrate into Gotham. Alfred, he is conducting professional training for his subordinates. This training method reminds me of Ra's. If he really integrates into Gotham as a part of order, he will be a more difficult opponent than the Penguin.”

Bruce Wayne said solemnly.

The Penguin has money, territory, connections, and a background. He doesn't lack manpower, but his overall hard power is just so-so.

But the Dollmaker is different.

This guy's strength is not simple.

Even with Bruce Wayne's vision, he couldn't figure out what power source this set of battle armor relied on to operate.

In just a few months, less than a year, he has developed a gang of considerable size and has cooperation with Two-Face. He is not so easy to deal with.

Thinking of this, Bruce Wayne entered a lot of things into the file folder he had built for the Dollmaker and created a new sub-project.

Anti-Dollmaker Armor!

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Shimizu didn't know that his true identity had long been exposed to Batman.

With his methods, knowing his identity was only a matter of time.

The reason why he had to forge an identity with the Penguin in the past was to buy time to develop.

Now his power and strength have developed to a certain extent and have met Shimizu's requirements.

But he also has troublesome things now.

“Dead?”

In the office on the second floor of the bar, Shimizu rested his chin on one hand and looked at the ordinary underling in front of him.

“No, but a lot of people were injured. Boss, it's on Quirk Street. We wanted to develop the car repair shop there into a branch of Hogg Motors, but the Sons of the Scepter have also been eyeing Quirk Street for a long time. It happens to be next to the Dreler Community, so…”

Aman hesitated.

His shoulder was wrapped in bandages with obvious bloodstains.

“Gunsmith and Gunsmith?”

“It's that dog couple. They were officers who retired from the Marine Corps. They are experts in gun manufacturing and repair, and their marksmanship is very accurate. Even Falcone hired them as instructors to train his men. We are no match for them. Several brothers died.”