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Chapter 341: Rebooting can solve 99% of computer problems.

Sure enough, anyone who sits in the position of bureau chief becomes a human task-issuing machine.

In just one night, Gordon actually gave him two tasks.

Du Mu immediately straightened his back and said firmly, "For the peace of Gotham, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

A hint of satisfaction flashed across Gordon's face, and he patted him heavily on the shoulder: "Well done, Officer Du Mu, I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

Without saying another word, he turned around and went to gather his men.

Before long, a special operations team was assembled, all of whom were elites selected by the bureau, including Harvey.

Gordon was well-prepared, having obtained the architectural blueprints for Arkham Asylum in advance and deployed the battle plan on the spot.

The plan is divided into two steps.

The first step is to break in.

The second step is to regain control of the system.

The plan sounds simple, but it's actually not complicated at all.

There was no other way; time was of the essence. Every minute wasted increased the risk of a large-scale escape of criminals.

The safest course of action right now is to quickly storm the control room, forcibly restart the control system, and completely seal off the entire Arkham Asylum in order to stabilize the situation.

Moreover, they have limited manpower, and the number of criminals in Arkham Asylum is dozens of times greater than theirs. If they are held up halfway, the consequences would be unimaginable, so they must act quickly.

Everyone agreed to the plan and immediately set off for the equipment vehicle to arm it.

As the most prestigious institution of learning in Gotham's crime scene, Arkham Asylum's prestige speaks for itself.

Everyone in there is a genius. Putting aside the well-known super criminals, even the ordinary criminals who serve as background characters are all terrifying psychopaths who strike fear into the hearts of outsiders. Each of them carries several soul rings.

To break into such a dangerous place, the equipment of ordinary police officers is simply not enough.

Fortunately, Gordon was prepared. Considering the special nature of Arkham Asylum, he transferred all the weapons in the department's armory before departure, ensuring that there was enough ammunition so that everyone could configure their own weapons according to their needs.

Several elite police officers moved swiftly, uniformly changing into tactical helmets and bulletproof vests, carrying automatic rifles, with magazines hanging from their waists, plus simple medical kits—a very standard uniform.

Gordon's own equipment was much simpler.

He wore only a close-fitting bulletproof vest, with his long-used sidearm strapped to his waist, carrying no extra weight, and went into battle lightly equipped.

As Gotham's one-on-one king, his skills are not bad. In the indoor environment of Arkham Asylum, a pistol is more flexible than a rifle and can better bring out his advantages.

These few people have a fairly normal art style, but the other two have a completely different style.

Let's start with Harvey.

This seasoned veteran was completely covered up, wearing a tactical helmet, bulletproof vest, thick gloves, and high-top military boots, with not a single patch of skin exposed from head to toe.

Even more outrageous, he was wearing a gas mask on his face, and had a spare gas mask and a spare spare gas mask hanging on his waist.

Gordon's lips twitched. "Is it really necessary?"

"As for..."

Harvey said seriously, "You know, Arkham Asylum is the most dangerous place in Gotham. You never know what strange things might pop up at any time, like laughing gas, fear gas, freezing spray, high-temperature flames, plants... Of course, I have to be fully prepared."

Gordon:

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With such a knack for hiding, no wonder you've been a police officer in this godforsaken place like Gotham for over a decade.

As for Du Mu, he was the complete opposite of Harvey.

If Harvey maximized defense, then Du Mu pushed firepower to its limit.

He wasn't wearing any armor, just a light tactical vest over his body.

However, the vest was covered with all sorts of ammunition, including flashbangs, smoke grenades, and fragmentation grenades.

He held two automatic rifles in his hands, a short-barreled shotgun slung across his shoulder, a large-caliber pistol in each quick-draw holster under his armpits, and a tactical knife strapped to each of his leg straps.

Even more outrageous was his tactical belt, which was densely covered with magazines, one next to another, with almost no gaps, as if he wanted to fill every space with ammunition.

It looks like a mobile mini-armory.

Everyone present was stunned by Du Mu's flamboyant attire.

Even someone as shrewd as Harvey was taken aback: "Are you going to war?"

"You can never have too much firepower."

As Du Mu spoke, he seemed not entirely satisfied. He then took out two more hand grenades from the armory and casually stuffed them into his crotch.

Everyone:

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"Doesn't it feel uncomfortable?"

Gordon was speechless at the two brilliant but cunning individuals, but time was of the essence. Once everything was ready, he gave the order to depart in a deep voice.

The special operations team advanced rapidly along the front of the building, directly into the main entrance of Arkham Asylum.

At this moment, Arkham Asylum was in complete chaos.

The alarm blared wildly down the corridor, and red warning lights flashed incessantly on the ceiling, painting everything with a glaring crimson hue.

The group advanced about thirty meters along the main corridor, and just after turning the first corner, they began to see people lying on the ground.

They were all guards from Arkham Asylum.

They were scattered haphazardly on both sides of the corridor, their equipment stripped away, lying on the ground completely unconscious.

Gordon glanced around, his face darkening. "Be careful, the criminals inside may have already gotten their hands on weapons."

Arkham Asylum houses only special criminals, so its security detail is much stronger than that of ordinary prisons, even surpassing that of most special police units.

Now that all this equipment has disappeared, it's highly likely that it was taken by criminals, meaning the danger level has suddenly increased by more than one level.

The atmosphere around them tensed up immediately, but no one backed down and they continued to push forward.

Not far ahead, a group of figures appeared at the end of the corridor.

Several criminals dressed in hospital gowns rushed out from the side passage, carrying various firearms, which were obviously confiscated from the guards.

They showed no fear when they saw the Gotham police officers arrive; instead, a twisted grin spread across their faces.

"They're cops! Kill them!"

Before they finished speaking, they raised their guns without hesitation and frantically pulled the triggers in this direction.

Da da da da da da—!

In an instant, a barrage of gunfire erupted in the corridor.

Fortunately, the team consisted of elite police officers who reacted quickly, immediately taking cover and returning fire.

Du Mu held an automatic rifle in each hand, the buttstocks firmly on his shoulders, switched to single-shot mode, and moved the muzzle slightly.

With each pull of the trigger, a criminal fell to the ground, the bullets striking them precisely between the eyebrows; not a single shot missed.

With Du Mu's precise firepower providing cover, the pressure on the other officers was greatly reduced, allowing them to take advantage of the situation and wipe out the remaining criminals one by one.

The corridor quickly returned to silence, with only the smell of gunpowder mixed with the stench of blood lingering in the air.

"What amazing marksmanship."

Gordon stared in astonishment at the criminal who had been knocked down by Du Mu.

Although he knew from the beginning that Du Mu was quite strong, this was the first time he had witnessed Du Mu's performance in actual combat.

This terrifying marksmanship, hitting the bullseye every time, immediately reminded him of someone—Deadshot!

That supervillain known for his marksmanship.

Du Mu's marksmanship was probably not much worse than his opponent's.

Gordon felt a pang of regret.

I should never have sent Du Mu undercover. It would have been so much better if he had stayed with the Gotham City Police Department. It's such a waste of talent.

But now is not the time to think about that.

After taking down the group of troublesome criminals, no one lingered. Gordon waved his hand, and the group continued to advance deeper into the area.

Most of the cell doors on both sides of the corridor were wide open, and the prisoners inside had long since disappeared.

Along the way, they encountered several more attacks by criminals.

Some criminals were armed with firearms, while others were carrying whatever they could find: iron pipes, fire extinguishers, sharpened toothbrushes, and one even charged at them waving a mop covered in feces and yelling.

This thing has almost zero lethality, but it's extremely effective at causing mental pollution, to the point that even Du Mu had to give way to it.

Apart from this living Lü Bu, the other criminals posed no threat to Du Mu at all; they were basically all dealt with one shot each.

With Du Mu, a top-notch escort, leading the way, the special operations team advanced very quickly.

They passed through a series of open iron gates and trudged through a corridor littered with debris, finally arriving at the central control room of Arkham Asylum.

The control room is located in the core area at the junction of Zones C and D. The access control system was originally powered independently, but at this moment the door lock has been physically damaged. The iron door is ajar, and half of the lock cylinder that has been pried off is hanging on the door frame.

Gordon pushed open the door first and entered, his eyes quickly scanning the room.

The control room was a mess, and several guards lay in pools of blood, already lifeless.

Two of the monitoring screens in front of the console were broken, and the remaining screen was filled with red warning messages.

"Velus".

Gordon looked at one of the officers, a computer expert he had specially transferred from the technical department.

The latter immediately understood, and without saying a word, walked to the control panel and began to type rapidly on the keyboard.

As lines of code scrolled across the screen, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper: "Someone used a Trojan program to hack the entire control system, locking down permissions and hijacking the entire user interface."

Gordon quickly pressed, "Can you handle it?"

Verus stared at the screen, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead: "Yes, but it will take time. The other side's methods are very sophisticated. It will take at least several hours to restart the control system."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the control room plummeted.

Several hours is such a long time; by the time he finishes cracking the code, the criminals in Arkham Asylum will probably have all escaped.

Just then, Du Mu suddenly took a step forward.

"Why don't you let me give it a try?"

Gordon paused for a moment, then looked him up and down: "You know about computer technology?"

"I know a little bit."

Du Mu smiled confidently, walked to the control panel, performed a few operations, and the screen in front of him instantly went black.

Gordon, who knew nothing about computers, tentatively asked, "Did the restart succeed?"

Du Mu nodded: "Successfully, the computer has been successfully restarted."

Gordon:

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I told you to restart the control system, why did you restart the computer?!

Gordon's heart skipped a beat, and his blood pressure spiked instantly.

Before he could even speak, Verus suddenly widened his eyes, staring intently at the screen that had lit up again, and blurted out a gasp.

"Wodefa? The control system has restarted!?"

Upon hearing this, Gordon immediately looked at the screen.

Sure enough, all the red warning words had disappeared, the interface had returned to its normal blue tone, and everything was back under control.

Verus looked at Du Mu in disbelief: "How did you do that?"

Du Mu chuckled and said, "It's very simple, just restart the computer. This trick can solve 99% of computer problems."

In fact, he simply allowed Ultron to hack into the background and forcibly restarted the entire control system.

For a super artificial intelligence, this Trojan program is nothing at all. It's not even a thin layer of paper in front of Ultron; it can be easily broken with a gentle touch.

With the control system back in normal, Gordon was overjoyed. Without even bothering to ask Du Mu how he had done it, he immediately ordered Verus: "Immediately seal off the entire Arkham Asylum!"

Verus immediately complied, his fingers flying across the keyboard to bring up the access control interface and begin closing off access zones one by one.

Soon, the live feed was transmitted back to the monitoring screen.

All the passageways connecting Arkham Asylum to the outside world were sealed off by heavy alloy iron doors, which slowly closed, completely locking all the criminals inside the asylum.

The mission to regain control has been completed.

[Rewards: Experience +1000, Gordon's Affection +10, Anchor Fragment *1, Item: Super Ultimate Death Missile]

[Item: Super Ultimate Death Missile (A super missile researched by a certain female madwoman, more powerful than ordinary missiles, covering the entire Earth, capable of precise strikes on any location within its range, and can also be used for flight)]

Good heavens, the reward this time is a missile, and it's the kind that can fly globally.

As someone who suffers from a fear of insufficient firepower, Du Mu has long wanted to stockpile some powerful weapons, such as missiles or nuclear weapons.

Unfortunately, those things are too big and don't fall under the category of game items, so they can't be put into the game's inventory.

Now, the game system has finally fulfilled his wish.

Upon seeing that Arkham Asylum was completely locked down, the officers present immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The officers who dare to break into this place are all dedicated and responsible officers; nobody wants to see these lunatics run out and wreak havoc on Gotham.

Gordon, however, did not relax: "It's not over yet. The riots in Arkham Asylum have not subsided. Once those criminals find themselves locked up, they will definitely try every means to break the blockade. It's not certain that we can keep them trapped here forever."

Du Mu suddenly spoke up: "Director Gordon, I have a way to end the riot ahead of schedule."

Upon hearing this, Gordon's heart skipped a beat.

"Officer Du Mu, what are you trying to do now?"

Du Mu grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Instead of waiting passively, let's take the initiative!"