The only player in the Marvel universe.

And so, Du Mu got his own house and adopted a stray cat.

This cat can not only do backflips, but it can also put its butt on the back of its head.

However, Selena is not a house cat after all; her wild nature cannot be suppressed. Getting her to stay at home obediently is no less difficult than reforming all of Gotham's criminals.

During the day, she would stay indoors to avoid being watched by the underworld, but as soon as night fell, she would sneak out and wander around the city, always bringing back some valuable items.

Du Mu felt that Selena shouldn't be called Catwoman, but rather Traveling Kitten.

Selena had made a living on the streets of Gotham since she was a child, so she knew how to survive and how to divide the spoils. She would always voluntarily hand over a portion of the spoils to Du Mu.

Seeing that she was so understanding, Du Mu followed Nick Fury's example and turned a blind eye, letting her be.

After some time, Du Mu's administrative leave finally ended, and he officially returned to his post.

Back at the Gotham Police Department, officers along the way, from the entrance to the corridor, nodded to him, their eyes filled with respect and admiration. Du Mu was now a well-known figure in the department, even overshadowing Chief Gordon.

A police officer who can instill fear in gangs is a level of intimidation that even Chief Gordon cannot achieve.

Although Gordon is a one-on-one king, this buff has too many limitations. If there is more than one enemy, his combat power will instantly decrease. Therefore, when gangsters see Gordon, they will give him some face because of his status as the police chief, but they will not be afraid of him.

As for Du Mu, he was also a master of one-on-one combat, except that he could take on an entire gang by himself.

In a place like Gotham, this combat power would be top-tier.

Most importantly, he is Gotham's gunslinger, and his primary weapon is a gun.

Aside from super criminals with special abilities, no matter how powerful other criminals are, a bullet to the head will make them lie down obediently.

They'd rather provoke ten boxing champions than run into a gun god.

Du Mu walked into the director's office and took his police officer's ID from Gordon.

Gordon looked at him and added earnestly, "Officer Du Mu, it's good to be energetic, but always be cautious." Du Mu took the ID, stuffed it into his pocket, and nodded, "Don't worry, Chief, I'm known for my steadiness."

Gordon:

You call this composure? Even a clown would be considered reserved.

Du Mu suddenly said, "By the way, Chief, I have a suggestion. I've noticed that our police cars are too slow. Every time we chase criminals, we're just following behind them, inhaling their exhaust fumes. So I suggest increasing the maximum speed of the police cars to 300 miles per hour. This will reduce unnecessary chases." Gordon's lips twitched slightly.

At 300 mph, speeding through the streets of Gotham, whether the suspect could catch up was another matter, but the photos of the officers hanging on the walls of their police station would probably have to be uniformly changed to black and white.

He sighed: "We have limited funds and can't make such modifications to the police cars."

"Why? Didn't Wayne Enterprises donate a lot of money to us?"

Du Mu thought of the bad behavior of a certain director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and looked at Gordon with suspicion: "Could it be that all that funding went into your pocket, Director...?" "What are you thinking?"

Gordon interrupted Du Mu impatiently, explaining, "Our Gotham Police Department's equipment attrition rate is much higher than other police departments; most of our funding goes into filling this hole."

The supervillains in Gotham are all incredibly ruthless, yet they are all model citizens.

Every time they cause a big commotion, instead of running away when the police arrive, they will open fire and even use RPGs to greet them.

As a result, the Gotham Police Department has to scrap a batch of police cars, police helicopters, and a number of police equipment every now and then.

If it weren't for Wayne Enterprises' continuous financial support, the Gotham Police Department would have long since regressed to the era of cold weapons.

Du Mu shook his head and said, "In the end, it's still because our equipment is too poor. Our police officers are using ordinary equipment, and we are completely powerless against those super criminals. A violent organization that doesn't even have violence, how can it suppress those desperate criminals?"

Gordon, upon hearing this, felt that Du Mu's words did indeed make some sense.

"So what suggestions do you have?"

"My suggestion is, instead of wasting money on wear and tear, we should upgrade the police department's equipment as much as possible. If that doesn't work, we can partner with Wayne Enterprises and buy some high-tech gear from them. After all, they provided Batman's equipment." Gordon hesitated, "Using Wayne Enterprises' money to buy Wayne Enterprises' stuff... isn't that a bit much?"

Du Mu said with a serious expression, "Chief, it's all for Gotham. Do you really want to just watch those officers who are risking their lives to maintain order die one by one at the hands of those lunatics?"

This statement struck Gordon squarely at his weak point.

He sighed deeply: "Alright, I'll seriously consider your suggestion."

"The police car was going 300 miles per hour..."

"Ahem, I suddenly remembered that I have an important case to deal with. We'll discuss this another day."

Du Mu walked out of the bureau chief's office and bumped into Harvey.

Harvey chuckled and punched him in the chest: "You're finally back, kid. Getting to see you at the police station is harder than seeing Batman." Du Mu had officially joined the Gotham Police Department a while ago.

As a result, he only clocked in at the police station for two days in total, and spent the rest of the time on vacation.

Not just in the Gotham Police Department, but throughout the entire American law enforcement system, you wouldn't find another officer with such an outrageously high attendance rate. Du Mu chuckled and replied, "Harvey, I heard you recently solved a big case?"

Harvey's face immediately broke into a wide grin, and he chuckled twice, "It's all thanks to the information you provided! Enough said, I'll treat you to dinner next time, and I'll pick the place!"

"Shouldn't I be free to choose?"

"I only have that little money left in my pocket, please understand."

"You're a middle-aged bachelor, and your salary isn't low, where did all your money go?"

"Sigh, I met some girls from pitiful families. Their fathers were gamblers, their mothers were sick, and their younger siblings were waiting for their tuition fees. I can't stand seeing people suffer, so I kindly helped them out... Wait, what are you writing in your notebook?"

"It's nothing, go on, I'm listening."

The two chatted back and forth as they began their workday.

Although Du Mu was already well-known in Gotham, he was still a rookie in the police department, and Harvey, as a veteran, had to guide him through the work processes. Du Mu cooperated, and also wanted to see if he could trigger any new missions along the way.

This time, Harvey volunteered to be the driver.

Ever since he let Du Mu drive once, he would never dare to let Du Mu touch the steering wheel again.

Gotham has just as many cases during the day as it does at night.

After all, the criminals had figured out the pattern and knew that Batman was a night owl who usually only refreshed at night, so they all tried to work during the day.

Not long after, the two received a report of a home robbery and immediately drove off to chase the suspect vehicle.

But Harvey was driving so slowly that he was constantly inhaling the exhaust fumes of the other car.

Du Mu couldn't stand this injustice, so he leaned out of the car window, raised his hand, and shot out the other party's rear tire. The car instantly lost its balance and crashed headfirst into a lamppost.

The robbers staggered out of the car, intending to fight to the death, but when they looked up and saw Du Mu getting out of the car, they threw away all their guns without saying a word, covered their heads with their hands, and lay flatter than the floor.

And this is not an isolated case.

Every criminal they encountered afterward, as soon as they recognized Du Mu, would immediately give up resistance and surrender on the spot, fearing that if they hesitated to speak, they would be shot.

After several such trips, Du Mu and Harvey's duty efficiency was astonishingly high.

The two men didn't even need to draw their guns; the case was closed simply because Du Mu got out of the carriage and showed his face.

The only unexpected thing was that Harvey got out of the car first, and when the two criminals saw him, they fired two bursts of bullets.

And then... that was it.

The two criminals were instantly brought to their deaths, and Du Mu once again enjoyed an administrative leave, further reducing his chances of surviving.

Du Mu was also helpless.

Since becoming a Gotham City police officer, he has never had a normal day off.

He sighed, expertly handed his police badge to Gordon, and went back to continue his vacation looking dejected.

Gordon: -口灬囗-

Why does it feel like this kid's police ID is just a clock-in tool?

Du Mu returned to his large villa, intending to go upstairs to pet his cats and find some amusement to alleviate his depressed mood.

When they opened the door, they saw Selena completely naked, struggling with her tight leather outfit.

Selena turned around at the sound and met Du Mu's wide-eyed stare.

"Why are you back!?"

Selena gasped, and the bodysuit in her hand fell to the ground.

But she quickly realized what was happening and immediately covered her private parts with her hand.

However, there were too many details to cover with her thin arms, and Du Mu could see most of the scene clearly. The rest of the area could be filled in by his imagination.

Du Mu silently deactivated the Death Eye that had inexplicably activated in front of Selena's shield, and calmly said, "The bureau gave us a holiday, so I came back. But isn't this your first day back at work after the holiday..."

Selena suddenly realized something and gasped.

Gotham's Gun God is indeed terrifying.

Fortunately, she did not resist that day, otherwise Du Mu's vacation would have been extended again.

Seeing that Du Mu was still staring at her intently, Selena said irritably, "Haven't you looked enough yet?"

"no."

Du Mu shook his head.

He is an honest man and doesn't lie.

Selena's lips twitched. She picked up the tight leather jacket from the ground and, ignoring Du Mu's gaze, put it on right in front of him.

However, the tight leather suit was really difficult to put on. Even someone as flexible as Selena struggled for a long time before getting stuck halfway through. After several unsuccessful attempts, she had no choice but to raise her head and plead for help from the audience member who was still openly enjoying the show at the door.

"Help me out."

"I really don't understand why anyone would wear such a tight leather outfit. Aren't they afraid of farting and causing bulges?"

Du Mu complained as he went to help.

But he couldn't figure out how to put on that tight leather outfit either, and it took him a long time to finally help Selena put it on with difficulty.

Selena rolled her eyes; this guy was definitely doing it on purpose.

Du Mu asked curiously, "Going out so early today?"

"I found a super big fish. I've been watching him for days. He just happened to be going out tonight, which is the perfect opportunity for me to rob the rich and give to the poor," Selena said without hiding anything.

Having spent so much time with him, she had long since figured out his temperament.

On the surface, he's a police officer, but in reality, his moral standards are extremely flexible. He acts entirely based on his mood, and his bottom line is something that can be adjusted. If you put him in a good mood, he wouldn't even bother to do anything if you committed a crime right in front of him.

If you upset him, he'll fabricate charges against you even if you haven't committed a crime, and then execute you.

Du Mu stated that this was pure slander.

Anyone who truly provokes him will be shot dead even without a charge.

Hearing the barely suppressed excitement in Selena's voice, Du Mu asked in confusion, "What big fish?"

Selena chuckled: "You'll definitely recognize him. He's Bruce Wayne, the chairman of Wayne Corporation!"

Du Mu:

This isn't just a big fish, it's a great white shark.

Du Mu kindly said, "Take my advice, you little cat can't eat this big fish."

Selena was immediately displeased and put her hands on her hips: "You underestimate me, huh? I've mastered my abilities now. Although I still can't beat you, I can easily handle most people."

"Moreover, I learned from my previous experience. To avoid running into a strong person like you again, I specifically spent time investigating Bruce Wayne. He's just an ordinary playboy. He looks like he has kidney problems and is very weak. I could knock that kind of weakling down with one punch."

I'm afraid he'll punch you, and you'll have to kneel down and beg him not to die.

Du Mu truly admired Selena's luck.

Last time I ran into myself, the hidden big boss of the Gotham Police Department; this time I've run into the hidden big boss of the entire Gotham City. At this rate, I might just bump into a cheerful, smiling young man the next time I step out the door.

Du Mu shook his head: "Forget it, I'll go with you. We can have some fun."

"Are you coming with me?"

Selena paused for a moment: "But aren't you a police officer?"

Before he finished speaking, a golden-red metallic sheen appeared on Du Mu's chest, spreading outwards from his chest and flowing over his entire body in the blink of an eye, condensing into a set of red and blue metallic battle armor, woven with fine spider web patterns, and bearing a golden spider symbol on his chest.

"Not anymore, please call me Spider... MAN!"

Catwoman and Spiderman.

This combination sounds like a pretty good match.

Selena stared wide-eyed: "Where...where did this suit of yours come from?"

Du Mu calmly replied, "Nanotechnology, young girl."

"Wait a minute, why does your suit look a bit like Spider-Man's?"

Selena stared at the suit, finding it increasingly familiar; it was exactly the same as the one she had seen in comics before.

Du Mu chuckled and said, "To tell you the truth, I'm actually Spider-Man who traveled from a parallel universe. I accidentally traveled to Gotham City, and to hide my identity, I joined the Gotham Police Department and became a righteous police officer."

Selena said blankly, "But if you shoot and kill those criminals, will Spider-Man still kill people?"

"Of course, my uncle taught me from a young age that the truth must be held in one's own hands; that is, the greater the voice, the greater the truth."