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Chapter 325 Gotham, Little New York

As everyone knows, Gotham is a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery, with a simple and honest folk culture.

The area is often cloudy and rainy, with air humidity comparable to the humid spring season, which is very unfriendly to patients with rheumatoid arthritis.

Despite the city's highly developed industrial economy, there is a severe wealth gap, which has bred a large number of criminals. The citizens live in dire straits, and they can be robbed several times on the way to the supermarket.

Being robbed is considered lucky; if you encounter some psychologically disturbed criminals, you're in for a lot of trouble.

However, Du Mu had only one deepest impression of this city.

That's some kind of bat-like monster who's so rich he's burning money, and whose speech sounds like he has phlegm stuck in his throat.

Batman!

With the familiar name Gordon added to the mix, he was pretty sure this was Gotham.

But here's the problem: isn't Gotham a fictional city from DC Comics?

Du Mu was somewhat bewildered.

He's been reading a lot of DC comics lately, and he still has over a dozen unfinished comic books in his game inventory.

But he was clearly playing a Marvel game, so how did he suddenly end up on DC's turf?

Is it in this river?

Du Mu suspected that this might be just another feint, like the previous instances.

So he quietly peeked out and glanced around in the direction of the police.

Soon, a middle-aged man with glasses and a small mustache came into view.

[NPC: James Gordon]

【Favourability: 50】

[Review: Gotham's King of One-on-One Fighting, Gotham's Captain, Batman's Partner, Legendary Detective, Gotham Police Commissioner]

Okay, this time it's definitely DC.

Du Mu withdrew his gaze and immediately called out to the game system: "System, where did you come from? Are you sure this is the Marvel Universe?"

【Yes】

Du Mu's lips twitched slightly: "Gotham, Batman, Gordon—this whole bunch of elements looks like DC, doesn't it?"

[Marvel has collaborated with many companies, including DC Comics, and the game specifically created a batch of Easter egg servers based on this setting.]

This server is still part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe and is within a reasonable scope, and does not involve any copyright disputes.

[There are many more similar Easter egg servers; please explore them on your own during gameplay.]

Du Mu remembered that Wade had indeed mentioned that Marvel and DC often collaborate.

In the comics, the Avengers and the Justice League even had a fight.

Wade also said that there are many teleportation channels between the two worlds, allowing travel between them. If it weren't for the copyright barriers, he would have already run off to DC, kicked that circus out of the way, and clung to Batman, DC's "father," to ride the coattails of its popularity.

"Just how many elements did you stitch into this game?"

Du Mu made a comment, but didn't dwell on it any further.

He's just a gamer; he doesn't care about the background setting. Beating the game is the only thing that matters.

The core of the game is completing tasks and getting rewards. Whether the tasks are done in Marvel or DC makes little difference to him.

And to be honest, this actually makes the game more playable.

The DC Universe is a world that is in no way inferior to the Marvel Universe.

There are plenty of superheroes and supervillains, and all sorts of strange and wonderful technologies and resources are everywhere, offering a wealth of content to explore.

Putting everything else aside, there are many things in Gotham City that Du Mu would be interested in.

Du Mu immediately decided to place a teleportation anchor here; such a potentially valuable server shouldn't be wasted.

Anyway, he has already collected eleven anchor fragments, and he only needs nine more to synthesize a complete anchor. It shouldn't be difficult to collect them by completing a few quests in this dungeon.

However, before that, he needs to figure out the details of this server.

What if this isn't the DC Universe he's familiar with, but rather some obscure parallel world like the other instances he's experienced before?

"Du Mu! What the hell are you standing there for? Come with me and take down those cops!"

The bald thug's loud voice reached Du Mu's ears.

"Okay, okay."

Du Mu readily agreed, then huddled behind the carriage, not even glancing at the bullets, and began firing wildly from his golden Desert Eagle, the bullets flying off into the distance, seemingly taking a "whatever happens, happens" approach.

It's best not to rush into taking sides before you understand the situation.

The criminals' firepower was extremely fierce, and Gordon's officers were pinned down and unable to raise their heads.

But the police obviously didn't come unprepared to arrest people.

Du Mu noticed that new police cars were constantly approaching the intersection. The officers who got out were fully armed and moved swiftly, clearly a crack force that had been brought in.

As soon as reinforcements arrived, the police immediately turned the fire back.

In less than a minute, four or five of the assailants had fallen, and the rest began to panic.

The bald thug quickly shrank back behind the car, turned to Du Mu, and whispered, "You hold them off while I go back for reinforcements!"

This translates to: You stay behind as cannon fodder, I'm making my escape.

Du Mu saw through the bald man's thoughts at a glance and said, "I can run fast, why don't I go and get reinforcements?"

The bald thug glared, his menacing expression turning menacing: "Who's the boss, you or me? This is an order!"

"All right."

Du Mu narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and smeared a ball of magic on the other person's forehead, his expression serious: "Boss, you can go in peace, leave this to me."

"That's more like it! When I get back, I'll make sure you're well taken care of!"

The bald robber grinned, patted Du Mu on the shoulder, and immediately turned and ran away.

But the instant he turned around, his bald head suddenly emitted a bright light, like a high-powered light bulb, which suddenly illuminated the dimly lit scene of the gunfight, making the surrounding streets bright.

The police officers present all squinted because of the flashing lights.

Who the hell turned on their high beams?

The bald thug instantly became the most eye-catching person in the room; his glowing head was particularly conspicuous in the darkness, making it impossible for the police officers not to notice him.

That's incredibly arrogant! They don't respect the police at all!

"A criminal has escaped!"

"Chase after them!"

"Don't let him get away!"

The bald robber turned around and saw more than a dozen police officers chasing after him like madmen, leaving him dumbfounded.

No, why are they all coming at me?

"As expected of Prison Chief, he used his body to lure the enemy; this awareness is something everyone should learn from."

Du Mu was deeply moved as he watched the bald robber successfully divert most of the police officers' attention. He then put away his Golden Desert Eagle, crouched down, and retreated with his rear end sticking out.

The alley entrance is just ahead, less than ten meters away.

Just then, a figure suddenly blocked his way; it was Gordon.

This guy somehow managed to flank us from the side, a pistol in his hand, his eyes fixed on Du Mu.

Du Mu paused in his steps.

No, are you Gordon or Batman? Why are you appearing and disappearing like this?

Du Mu hadn't forgotten his current identity as a criminal, and was preparing to take down Officer Gordon first.

"Du Mu, you did a great job!"

Gordon suddenly spoke, holstering his pistol and striding forward, his tone full of approval: "Thanks to your accurate intelligence, we were able to thwart the Penguin Gang's deal. You've really worked hard."

Du Mu: "

""

So it turns out I'm a double agent.

Du Mu coughed and immediately straightened his back: "This is what I should do."

Gordon nodded in satisfaction: "When you volunteered to transfer from the Metropolitan Police Department to the Gotham Police Department, I knew you were someone special. Today, it seems I was right."

Apart from Gordon, every officer in the Gotham Police Department with any connections is desperate to be transferred out.

Du Mu, on the other hand, abandoned the safe haven of Metropolis and willingly jumped into the fire pit of Gotham.

Is this something an ordinary person would do?

Gordon continued, "In less than six months, you were able to infiltrate the Penguin Gang single-handedly and provide us with so much useful intelligence. I've recorded all of your merits in your file, and you will receive all the rewards you deserve."

"However, the Penguin Gang has probably already become suspicious. It's too risky to let you stay any longer. For your safety, I've decided to terminate your undercover mission and officially reinstate your police officer status. Report back to the station tomorrow."

An undercover police officer—that was his true identity in this instance.

Du Mu secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately, I didn't act rashly. Otherwise, it would have been embarrassing to find that all the kills were marked with green tags representing my teammates.

"Understood, sir."

Du Mu quickly got into character and responded.

The subsequent finishing work went smoothly.

The Penguin Gang was quickly overwhelmed by the police.

Gotham police officers are more ruthless than those in other areas; almost all of them are sharpshooters. After all, those who are less capable have long been eliminated and turned into black-and-white photos.

The Penguin Gang members were either dead or crippled, and the remaining members, unable to withstand the pressure, threw down their guns, put their hands on their heads, and squatted down, their movements as practiced as if they had rehearsed countless times.

The officers handcuffed each person and stuffed them into the back seat of the police car; the whole process took less than a few minutes.

That's the efficiency of the Gotham Police Department.

After Gordon finished dealing with the scene, he came over and said, "I'm going back to the station now. You should get some rest tonight and be fully refreshed. Report to the station tomorrow."

Du Mu nodded: "Understood."

Gordon gave a few more instructions before turning and getting into the police car.

The convoy started moving one after another, their taillights casting a trail of red light in the dim street, disappearing after turning the corner.

Du Mu did not linger there.

He wandered around the streets of Gotham, looking around, before finally disappearing into a dark alley.

no one.

Undeterred, he ventured into another alley.

Still no one.

It wasn't until he entered the fifth alley that Du Mu emerged, satisfied, with a wad of banknotes in his hand. Several figures were lying haphazardly in the alley.

"Is this all there is to Gotham? The monster spawn rate and drop rate are far worse than in New York."

Almost all works involving Gotham emphasize how dangerous the city is and how high its crime rate is.

But after actually going there, it didn't feel like much.

Compared to New York's terrifying crime rate, Gotham is at most a smaller version of New York.

With the selfless help of several kind passersby, Du Mu successfully obtained the starting capital for this instance world and also learned a lot of useful information.

Although this is the DC Universe, there are very few truly prominent superheroes in this timeline.

Famous DC superheroes like Superman, The Flash, and Aquaman are virtually unheard of.

Du Mu guessed that either this was a parallel world, or these superheroes hadn't debuted yet and were all stuck in the beginner village leveling up.

Batman, on the other hand, started his career in Gotham many years ago.

He is now the city's top influencer, with a large group of enthusiastic fans who are in high spirits. The head of the fan club is a circus performer who has a love-hate relationship with Batman every day.

Du Mu thought to himself, "I'll look for that bat-like weirdo another day; maybe the dungeon quest is with him."

He counted the banknotes in his hand, then found a rather impressive-looking luxury hotel, used the money he had just received to book a room, took a hot shower, and then lay down on the bed.

The dungeon quests haven't appeared yet, but he's not in a hurry.

As is typical in game systems, quests are mostly triggered in conjunction with the storyline; when the time comes, something will happen.

The next day, Du Mu reported to the Gotham Police Department on time.

Guided by a police officer, he arrived at the door of the chief's office and knocked.

"Please come in."

Du Mu pushed open the door, and Gordon was sitting at his desk working on documents.

Upon seeing Du Mu, Gordon put down the documents in his hand and smiled, "You're here, Du Mu. How did you sleep last night?"

"not bad."

"That's good."

Gordon stood up, patted Du Mu on the shoulder, and said in a friendly manner, "From now on, you are no longer an undercover agent, but a full member of the Gotham Police Department. On behalf of the department, I welcome you back."

As he spoke, his expression became serious: "However, as the director, there are two rules I must remind you of, and you must remember them well."

"First, our police station strictly prohibits accepting bribes, especially bribes from gangsters. Once you start, you will be doomed, and the police station will not tolerate you."

"Secondly, the most important thing for a police officer in Gotham is to be able to adapt to changing circumstances. This city is different from other places; rules and regulations sometimes can't save you, and may even put you in danger."

"Without violating fundamental principles, prioritize saving your own life before thinking about how to solve the problem."

Gordon's words came from the bottom of his heart and reflected the survival rules of Gotham City.

Du Mu sensed Gordon's sincerity and nodded emphatically: "I'll remember that, and I will definitely adapt to the situation."

Gordon glanced at him, seemingly satisfied with the attitude.

He opened a drawer, pulled out a document, and handed it to him: "This is your badge and weapon requisition form. Go to the equipment room and collect your standard equipment first. If you have money and want to buy other guns, I won't stop you, but I suggest you don't choose those fancy ones; practicality is key."

"Also, although you've been in Gotham for a while, you haven't actually been part of the Gotham Police Department for very long. I'll assign you a senior officer to show you around and help you get acquainted with the environment and daily operations."