In the backyard, the wooden houses are like a honeycomb, one next to the other, but they are not that high.

Each wooden house is so small that people can hardly stand up straight inside.

Right now, every one of the wooden houses is already occupied.

Usually one person per room, rarely two people per room.

There is no way, the room is so big, even if it is only used for sleeping, it is the limit for two people to live in.

In the backyard, all kinds of snoring sounds were heard one after another, just like the various criminal incidents in Gotham, which seemed to never stop.

The daytime in Gotham is now as chaotic as the night.

The Mad Hatter came to "Rescue Room" No. 13 and opened the door that could not be locked.

Inside, a homeless man huddled in a blanket and was awakened by the coldness that poured in after opening the door.

Before the tramp could react, the Mad Hatter simply broke his neck.

In a room less than four square meters, a mattress and a small table are all.

Of course Nighthawk's lair is not this room, this is just the entrance.

The Mad Hatter lifts up the mattress, and there is a circular sewer cover under the mattress.

He put a finger into the small hole in the lid, opened it, and jumped out.

Gotham's complex sewer system is like a maze.

There are many special groups of people who will use this place as their nest.

Although Nighthawk "falls from the sky" most of the time, it is not impossible to say that his lair is underground.

The sewer was darker than the outside world, and the Mad Hatter turned on the flashlight he was carrying.

This sewer is not considered a sewage sewer, so the smell is barely acceptable and will not make you vomit immediately.

After a little observation, the Mad Hatter knew he was in the right place.

Not only is it relatively clean, but the traces left by people are clearly visible.

Following those traces, the Mad Hatter came to an iron door. He took out a few relatively thick and long needles and opened the iron door.

Behind the door is a fairly spacious underground space.

"It is indeed here!"

The Mad Hatter's eyes lit up.

There was another exit on the opposite side, and there was a generator next to it. The Mad Hatter turned on the generator and then turned on the lights, lighting up the place like daylight.

There is a large table with various miscellaneous items piled on it, and a huge map of Gotham hung on the wall above.

Under the map are photos of many criminals.

The Mad Hatter also saw his own photo.

"Let me find where your inheritance is!" The Mad Hatter glanced at it and began to search.

He doesn't have much time.

Quinn might come looking for him at any time.

However, when the Mad Hatter rummaged through the underground room as quickly as possible, he found nothing that could be called a legacy.

If anything, it's information about super villains like them.

Includes some documentation of weaknesses.

Beyond that, the Mad Hatter can't find what he cares about most - the secret to Nighthawk's power.

Not here.

"Damn it, where's the promised inheritance!" the Mad Hatter cursed, then settled down and continued to search further.

This time I gained something.

He found a black book, and after opening it, it seemed to be Nighthawk's diary.

"Nighthawk actually keeps a diary?"

The Mad Hatter hurriedly turned through a few pages and suddenly couldn't bear to read any more.

The content recorded in it is too bloody and cruel.

It records the "crimes" Nighthawk has committed against criminals and villains when he appears in Gotham.

Approximately when, how many people's bones were broken, and even people were directly disabled.

As soon as he saw this, the Mad Hatter felt a dull pain all over his body.

Apparently the effects of the painkillers haven't worn off yet.

Put away the diary temporarily, the Mad Hatter will leave from the other side.

At this time, a voice came from behind.

"Where are you going?" Quinn's tall figure stood at the doorway at some point, "Get away from me, right?"

The Mad Hatter was startled. Unexpectedly, this guy Quinn actually followed him sneakily.

Quinn began to pretend that he was not good at sneaking, causing him to relax his vigilance.

I didn't pay too much attention to whether anyone was following me.

Without any hesitation, the Mad Hatter waved his hand, threw out several thin needles, and ran straight to the front of Quinn's house, running away at the same time.

Quinn raised his hand to block it, and the thin needle actually penetrated into his arm muscle.

The power is visible.

"snort!"

With a cold snort, Quinn's eyes flashed with anger, he squeezed out the needles and chased after the running Mad Hatter.

On the dark street.

The two moved forward and backward, and the Mad Hatter was gradually pulled closer to the distance by Quinn.

"Quinn, I didn't find the inheritance, only a diary!" The Mad Hatter shouted as he ran, "Stop, we can continue to cooperate!"

"die!"

Quinn roared, grabbed a motorcycle next to him, and threw it at the Mad Hatter.

The Mad Hatter squatted down, and the motorcycle almost flew out of his hat, hitting the ground and sliding forward.

"You want to break up, right?"

The Mad Hatter roared and continued running forward, "Believe it or not, I destroyed the diary!"

However, at this time, Quinn had already entered a fighting state, his eyes were bloodshot, and it was obvious that he could no longer "hear" the Mad Hatter's words.

"Fake!"

The Mad Hatter cursed loudly and concentrated on running away. He wanted to hold on until others came in to disrupt the situation.

Now Quinn can no longer communicate.

The efficiency of criminals in Gotham is naturally different from that of people in other places.

Five minutes after the Mad Hatter deliberately made the noise, someone had already arrived.

"I have Nighthawk's diary here! If you don't want me to destroy him, stop Quinn!"

The Mad Hatter raised his diary and shouted.

Now Quinn is completely red-eyed and just wants to kill the Mad Hatter, the bastard who wants to monopolize the benefits.

A melee broke out again.

This area became extremely lively.

"The Mad Hatter got Nighthawk's diary?"

Gordon on the other side received the news quickly and frowned tightly. Normally, he should go there at this time.

But right now, several criminals have taken hostages and are confronting the cops, and he can't leave at all.

"Bill..."

Gordon looked at Bill next to him and explained the situation again, "I will give you at most five people. You go take a look and report the situation at any time."

"Okay." Bill nodded, thought for a while and said, "I won't bring anyone with me. It's more convenient for me to be alone. It's useless for me to bring five people like Quinn's group."

"Okay." Gordon didn't try to persuade him. He really didn't have anyone left.

"Don't take action, just confirm their whereabouts."

Gordon warned.

"Well, maybe they'll all leave when I get there." Bill smiled, got on a motorcycle and drove away.

On the chaotic battlefield on the other side, except for some gangsters who were firing cold shots outside, the main force consisted of Quinn, Fire Dog, Mad Hatter and The Butcher.

There is no fixed combination of opponents and friends.
To be continued...