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Chapter 327 First Day Back at Work, Administrative Leave

"Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Du Mu shrugged, looking completely innocent, indicating that he wouldn't take the blame.

He can't read minds. Harvey just gives him a look, and who knows if it means he should retreat or fire.

"I...you..."

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Harvey was so angry he could barely speak.

He'd been with the Gotham Police Department for so many years and had seen all sorts of people, but he'd never seen such a reckless rookie.

On his first day at work, he actually shot and killed the gang leader.

Moreover, the other party is a trusted lieutenant of the supervillain Black Mask.

Throughout Gotham City, Basso is considered a prominent figure, respected by both the underworld and the legitimate world.

After all, offending him is the same as offending the black mask behind him.

Without a moment's hesitation, Du Mu raised his hand and sent him flying with a single shot.

Even Chief Gordon isn't as awesome as you!

The burly men in suits under Basso's command were equally dumbfounded.

Is this how our own prison guard is gone?

They were stunned for several seconds before they reacted, exchanged glances, and reached for their guns, intending to avenge Prisoner.

Du Mu caught their movements out of the corner of his eye, and smoothly moved the muzzle of his gun to point it directly at them.

"Don't move, put down your gun, or I'll shoot."

As soon as the words were spoken, the burly men in suits froze instantly. Almost simultaneously, they threw their guns to the ground, covered their heads with their hands, and lay down neatly in a row. The whole action was done in one go, as if they were afraid that if they were a second slower, they would get a peanut.

If it were any other police officer, even a seasoned veteran like Harvey, they would bet that the other side wouldn't dare to fire recklessly.

After all, they are Black Mask's people. Killing them would be tantamount to making enemies of Black Mask, and most police officers wouldn't dare to do that.

But this police officer in front of me is different.

He really dared to fire a gun!

They shot even their jailer without a word, let alone these small fry.

People are out here just trying to make a living; it's really not worth risking your life.

Harvey looked at the scene before him, covered his forehead, and sighed heavily: "You've gotten yourself into big trouble. If Black Mask finds out what happened today, he definitely won't let you off the hook."

Du Mu nodded: "It is indeed troublesome."

Harvey rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Now you finally know fear?"

"No.

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Du Mu stretched out his finger and drew a line across his neck: "What I mean is, as long as we get rid of all the witnesses present, the news won't get out, and naturally we won't have to worry about Black Mask finding out."

Strong man in a suit:

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Harvey:

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You don't include me among the witnesses you're referring to, do you?

Seeing that Du Mu's finger was actually on the trigger, Harvey snapped back to his senses and lunged forward, pressing his hands firmly against the gun.

"Wait! Calm down! Don't act impulsively!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Officer, let's talk this over. Please don't break the law for our sake!"

Several burly men in suits were terrified, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads, and they echoed each other's sentiments.

They were never this afraid, not even when facing Batman.

Batman would at most cripple them and throw them in front of the police station, at least leaving them alive.

But this crazy police officer in front of me is more dangerous than Batman; he'll open fire at the drop of a hat.

"Alright, I'll give you face."

Du Mu pursed his lips and reluctantly lowered the muzzle of his gun.

Judging from his regretful expression, he clearly still felt that silencing the witness was the easiest way.

Harvey's lips twitched violently.

He finally understood why Du Mu was able to infiltrate the Penguin Gang for more than half a year, delivering so much core intelligence to the Gotham Police Department, yet his identity was never exposed.

Who would have guessed that such a ruthless guy was actually a police officer?!

Harvey was afraid that Du Mu would change his mind again, so he quickly used the walkie-talkie to call for backup, then took out handcuffs and cuffed the burly men in suits lying on the ground one by one.

The several burly men in suits remained obedient throughout, lying motionless on the ground, afraid that any movement they made might agitate Du Mu and cause him to suffer from acute heavy metal poisoning on the spot.

Harvey watched this scene with mixed feelings.

In the past, these gangsters always looked down on the police and never took them seriously.

Unlike now, they're so timid and hesitant, like criminals encountering the police.

Oh no, they were criminals who ran into the police.

This is how criminals should behave when they see the police.

Harvey couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Could it be that this novice's simple and crude approach is actually the right one?

When Gordon received Harvey's call, his heart skipped a beat upon hearing the frantic tone on the other end.

Sure enough, something big happened.

Du Mu killed the black-masked henchman because Harvey's eyesight was poor.

Gordon was stunned.

Whose subordinate is this? He's so brave! A mere police officer dares to provoke Black Mask.

Oh, so it was one of my own subordinates. That's alright then.

When Du Mu returned to the Gotham Police Department, he was immediately summoned to the chief's office.

Surprisingly, Gordon did not blame Du Mu. Instead, he said in a rather satisfied tone, "Du Mu, you did a good job this time. You didn't back down an inch in the face of organized crime. That's what a policeman should be like."

Gotham is a city unlike any other; the gangs are deeply entrenched and often carry more weight than the police.

Before Gordon became commissioner, almost everyone in the Gotham Police Department worked for the mob, and even the officers' salaries were paid by the mob. You'd think the Gotham Police Department was run by the mob.

After Gordon took office, he ruthlessly purged a number of people, and the situation gradually improved.

However, the roots are rotten to the core, and it's not something that can be completely eradicated just by pulling it out.

Even now, there are still many police officers in the department who are extremely deferential to gang members. When faced with a case, their first reaction is not to immediately enforce the law, but to find out the other party's identity and background before deciding whether to intervene.

Faced with those powerful gangsters, most police officers would try to avoid them if possible, and if they couldn't avoid them, they would just try to get away with it. Very few of them would actually dare to confront them head-on.

A police officer like Du Mu, who is completely unafraid of gangsters, is exactly Gordon's type.

"Combating criminals is our bounden duty."

Du Mu's answer was righteous and awe-inspiring, which pleased Gordon greatly.

Such a righteous police officer must not be allowed to get into trouble; we must protect him.

Gordon's tone turned serious as he thought about this: "However, your enforcement methods this time were indeed too brutal, leaving behind a lot of problems. Those criminals will definitely hire lawyers to cause trouble for our police department."

"To avoid any further complications, you should rest for a while and come back after the storm has passed."

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Du Mu immediately understood that he had been given an administrative leave.

The so-called administrative leave means continuing to receive salary and benefits, but not participating in any police activities.

Simply put, it's paid leave.

"Yes, sir."

Du Mu didn't care, since he didn't want to clock in at work every day anyway.

And so, Du Mu was granted an administrative leave on his first day back at work.

He handed over his newly received police badge, which he had barely had a chance to warm up, and walked out of the Gotham Police Department amidst the envious glances of a group of officers.

"What should we do next?"

Du Mu stood on the steps of the police station, thought for a moment, and decided to take a good look around Gotham.

After all, this is a famous landmark in the DC Universe, a place where all sorts of iconic scenes are gathered. Since you're already here, it would be a shame not to take a look around.

You can also open a map and activate the teleportation point, which will make it easier to do quests in the future.

Gotham's streets are busier than I expected during the day.

Pedestrians come and go, and there are hot dog stands and small carts selling sundries along the roadside. The air is filled with the smell of grilled sausages and car exhaust.

Du Mu bought a hot dog and a Coke, and ate it as he walked.

As he passed a small cart selling groceries, he glanced at it casually, and his eyes were suddenly drawn to something.

It was a comic book.

The cover features a figure in a red bodysuit, frozen in mid-air.

It's him, it's definitely him.

He is our superhero, S...piderman!

Yes, this is a Spider-Man comic book.

Du Mu's eyes widened immediately.

How to describe that feeling? It's like you're on a business trip to another city, walking on a completely unfamiliar street, and then you look up and find that your neighbor, Old Wang, has made the front page of the local newspaper.

There's a strange feeling of seeing an acquaintance in a strange place.

Isn't this the DC Universe?

How come Spider-Man is still here?

Du Mu paused for two seconds, his mind raced, and he suddenly realized: "Oh right, the Marvel Universe has DC comics, so the DC Universe has Marvel comics. It doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with that."

He picked up the comic book and quickly flipped through it. It told the story of Spider-Man's origin, that is, Peter was bitten by a mutated spider and transformed into a spider demon to save New York, which was similar to the story he had heard from Peter.

It is indeed a Marvel comic.

Du Mu casually flipped through the stall and found several comic books, all with covers featuring familiar superheroes.

Iron Man, Captain America, Hulk—you name it, they have it.

This is a huge profit.

Du Mu's eyes lit up.

These comic books weren't just ordinary reading materials in his eyes; if they were placed on the main server, they would be considered complete strategy guides.

"I'll take them all."

Du Mu took out a few banknotes and put them on the cart, then packed up all the comic books and took them away, planning to read them slowly when he had time.

Having acquired so many guidebooks, Du Mu was in high spirits and continued his Gotham City adventure.

Along the way, he passed several famous landmarks, including Wayne Tower and Crime Alley, which are closely associated with Batman.

When the topic of Crime Alley came up, a very hellish riddle suddenly popped into Du Mu's mind.

If this riddle were written on the wall of Crime Alley and the riddle-maker were implicated, how would Batman react?

Du Mu thought about it and decided against it.

If this causes Batman to break his vow of celibacy, then we'll be in big trouble.

Moreover, leaving riddles everywhere is an extremely egregious public act that everyone should condemn.

Riddler, get out of Gotham!

After spending half a day, Du Mu activated several teleportation points in Gotham City, which will make traveling back and forth much easier in the future.

As darkness fell, the number of pedestrians on the street dwindled.

Du Mu walked out of the crime alley and saw that it was already late at night. He originally wanted to go back to the hotel to read comic books.

Suddenly, a dozen or so figures walked from the direction of the alley entrance, completely blocking the exit.

The leader was a burly man wearing a dark overcoat, with little expression on his face.

He looked at Du Mu and said coldly, "Officer Du Mu, Mr. Coppert invites you to the Iceberg Club for a get-together."

It's obvious that the Penguin already knows Du Mu is an undercover agent and has sent people to arrest him.

Du Mu knew that the Iceberg Club was the Penguin's lair and one of the map activation points, so he did not refuse.

He chuckled and said, "Alright, lead the way."

The burly man was stunned for a moment. He thought Du Mu would resist, but he didn't expect the other party to agree so readily.

He waved his hand, and several gang members came up, grabbed Du Mu, and led him to a black sedan parked by the roadside.

The engines started, and the convoy headed toward the Iceberg Club.

The convoy drove through most of Gotham and finally stopped in front of a huge club.

This is a famous nightclub in Gotham City, and also the headquarters of the Penguins. Its shape is like an iceberg, which perfectly matches the image of a penguin's living environment.

Du Mu looked around the Iceberg Club and clicked his tongue, saying, "It seems the penguins really think of themselves as penguins; there are penguin elements everywhere."

The burly man pretended not to hear.

This guy is really fearless. Doesn't he know that his boss hates it when people call him Penguin?

The burly man led Du Mu into the Iceberg Club.

The interior is extremely spacious, with all kinds of underground entertainment facilities, including gambling tables, bars, and stage performance areas, making it a veritable money pit.

However, the place had clearly been cleared out in advance; there wasn't a single customer, and it was completely empty.

Du Mu glanced around and saw a short, stout man sitting in front of the bar. He had a hooked nose, wore a sharp suit, and had a monocle perched on his nose. He was holding a black umbrella.

This image does indeed look like a large penguin.

Upon seeing this image, Du Mu inexplicably felt a pang of discomfort in his wallet.

[NPC: Oswald Chesterfield Cobblestone]

Codename: Penguin

[Favorability: -50]

[Review: The King of Gotham, Batman's sole intelligence supplier, everyone's showing off, only the Penguin is getting beaten up]

When the penguin saw Du Mu enter, a half-smile appeared on his face.

"Should I call you Du Mu now, or Officer Du Mu?"

"I'm on vacation right now, you can just call me Du Mu."

Du Mu seemed oblivious to the sarcasm in the penguin's words, and walked confidently to the bar, plopping down in the seat next to the penguin.

He said to the bartender at the bar, "A glass of ice water, lots of ice, not much water."

The bartender didn't move, but looked at the penguin. Only after the penguin nodded did he begin to prepare the drink.

The penguin grinned, revealing a set of uneven teeth: "Du Mu, you're as bold as ever. I really didn't expect you to be an undercover agent in my inner circle."

Du Mu took the iced water from the bartender, took a sip, and said, "There are many things you can't imagine, Little QQ."

The penguin asked in surprise, "What does 'Little QQ' mean?"

Du Mu said with a chuckle, "Little penguin."

Upon hearing this, the penguin's expression froze instantly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"What did I call myself?!"

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