Phantom Kid in the World of American Comics

"What did you say?"

Hallie's face was full of surprise but an unbelievable expression.

"Mr.J really escaped?"

"But why didn't he come to me... No, how do I know if you are lying to me?"

The surprise expression on Halle's face was put away in an instant, and she changed into a scrutinizing face.

"You haven't been imprisoned in Arkham. How would you know what happened in the lunatic asylum? Kobot."

She is the kind of person who can suddenly change her temperament anytime, anywhere.

"We don't need to lie to you about this kind of thing."

At this time, Death Shooter stood up to testify, and he was also the only trustworthy guy among the people present.

Although Freud is a squatter, as long as you can afford to pay, he dare to kill anyone. It is possible that he will kill the enemy for you in one second, and the next second you will be due to the transfer of money before the death of the enemy. And be killed.

There is no professional ethics at all.

The average professional killer will not take orders from his clients.

But the reputation of dead shots is not

"The clown was kept in the deepest layer of the lunatic asylum from beginning to end, where he was the only one..."

"Oh, my God! Mr.J must have been lonely all these years, he needs my company."

Hearing this, Halle's mood changed again, she was almost crying.

"I didn't accompany him when he needed it most. No wonder he didn't want to see me after he came out. Wow wow wow, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Mr.J..."

Halle burst into tears.

Penguin: "..."

Black mask: "..."

Death Shooter: "..."

Bain: "..."

scarecrow:"……"

"So, when did Mr.J leave the lunatic asylum?"

Several people looked at each other, and then said in the same way.

"we do not know……"

"There is no one around here, confirm safety, come up."

Gotham, an uninhabited beach near Miller Harbor.

A black and white puppy suddenly crawled from the sea to the shore. It first looked around, and then sniffed around on the beach with its nose.

After confirming that no one was nearby, Charlie yelled into the sea.

"Huh, I almost suffocated me."

McGieson, wearing a diving suit, came ashore from the lower reaches of the sea, taking a few breaths of air.

Yes, he swam directly from New York to Gotham with Charlie not long ago.

After all, you can't take transportation, nor can hang gliding wings. The teleport distance is too short.

It would be great if he could be invisible, but McGieson didn't know this kind of magic.

Taken together, the easiest way is to swim there.

It took a full four hours to swim to reach the vicinity of Port Miller. Of course, it is impossible for normal humans to hold their breath for so long.

So before setting off, McGyson made a few magic charms so that he and Charlie could temporarily rely on the pores to **** in air from the sea, so that they would not be drowned.

McGinson's current physical strength is very amazing, and there is no feeling of losing his strength after swimming for four hours. Charlie is often tired, and McGinson will swim with it on his back.

When one person and one dog are about to arrive at the port, the effect of the magic talisman will naturally disappear.

But they can't go up directly from the port, because Miller Port has already been occupied by countless gangsters.

You can't go up from here. Port Miller is the closest port from New York to Gotham in a straight line. It takes a lot of time to get ashore from other places.

McGieson didn't have that much time to spend, so he began to look for a relatively secretive location near Miller Harbor to go ashore.

Let Charlie go up and check the situation first, after all, no one will doubt a cute puppy.

Even if it hits an enemy, nothing will go wrong.

In fact, this is already the third location that McGieson has found to be more suitable for landing.

If he can't find a suitable location, he can only forcefully break into Port Miller.

"Get out of here, the smell of someone is approaching here, and you can see us in two minutes!"

Suddenly, Charlie's nose moved, and the patrol was about to arrive.

Hearing this, McGieson immediately looked down and saw that the sand was covered with footprints of himself and Charlie.

The remaining time is too late to clear the footprints.

Once I saw this, the news of an outsider entering Gotham couldn't be kept away.

"I can't manage that much, I can only try that method."

Without time to think about it, McGinson picked up Charlie and ran out of the beach quickly.

More than a minute passed.

As soon as McGieson stepped out of the beach, he quickly turned around and stretched out his hand facing the long series of footprints behind him.

"Repair it!"

A magical scene happened.

Starting from under McGyson's feet, all the footprints that ran over and the original footprints on the beach disappeared, and the sand returned to a state where no one had stepped on it.

But only McGieson's footprints disappeared, and the paw prints that Charlie stomped on the shore could not be eliminated.

Now I can only hope that the patrolling guy will not be suspicious enough to sound the alarm when he sees the paw prints left by the dog.

Ten seconds later, a team of gangsters came over as expected.

McGinson and Charlie immediately hid behind the container next to them.

"Wait, look, it seems someone has stepped on a lot of footprints there!"

Sure enough, someone discovered Charlie's paw prints when he first arrived.

"You two, go see what's going on."

The leader of this team.

"I don't know how to explain it, but these don't look like human footprints..."

"Can you **** it clearly, what does it mean that it doesn't look like human footprints, is it possible that you want to say that a bigfoot ran on our beach?"

The leader was a little uncomfortable when he was described ambiguously.

"Although it may be hard to believe it, I am sure these are the footprints of a dog."

The subordinate who spoke just now continued.

"Why not a cat?"

Another subordinate who was with him asked rhetorically.

"No, no, I'm sure it belongs to a dog, because my grandma has a lot of dogs before, so I know."

"But don't you think these paw prints are too small? More like cats."

"Some breeds of dogs are smaller than cats. You can't tell cats from dogs by the size of their paw prints."

The subordinates who claimed to be grandmother had a lot of dogs talked eloquently, and there was a strong self-confidence in his eyes.

"If you look carefully at these prints, can you see that there are pointed protrusions on each toe? Only dog ​​footprints can do this. Because cats will keep their paws away when they walk, the footprints left behind are generally only Leave the soles and toes..."

"You two idiots!"

The leader yelled at the two.

"No matter which stray cat or dog ran to the beach, we don't have time to care about these little things!"

"Hurry back and continue patrolling!"

Soon, the patrol disappeared from McGieson's vision.

"Charlie, let's go quickly now."