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Chapter 342 The Warden of Arkham Asylum

"Are you crazy?"

Harvey's eyes widened behind his gas mask: "Arkham Asylum houses hundreds of criminals, while we can count the people here on two hands. What's the difference between launching an attack and suicide?"

Du Mu calmly explained, "Even if we stay here, those criminals will eventually sneak over. The control room manages the entire Arkham Asylum's access control system. If they want to break through the blockade and escape, they must take over this place first."

Gordon frowned. "That's true."

Du Mu continued, "Therefore, instead of waiting here for them to band together and attack us, we should take the initiative to strike while they are still scattered in various areas and have not yet formed enough strength, and put them back in prison in batches. This way, we can minimize the risk."

Gordon was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "It's a feasible solution. In that case, we'll split into two teams, one to stay in the control room and the other to come with me."

"Need not."

Du Mu raised his hand to stop Gordon: "I can handle this task by myself."

"No, absolutely not!"

Gordon immediately rejected the idea: "Many of the criminals inside are armed. It's too dangerous for you to go in alone without any cover!"

Du Mu remained calm: "They're about the same as those guys from the Masked Company, it's a small fry."

Gordon was speechless for a moment.

He suddenly remembered that Du Mu had single-handedly wiped out the Masked Society and arrested Black Mask, so these armed criminals were nothing compared to him.

Du Mu then added, "Moreover, the control room is of utmost importance. We must have enough manpower here to prevent criminals from sabotaging the control system again. Besides, I am more flexible on my own, and even if I can't win a fight, I can still escape."

Gordon pursed his lips, his gaze lingering on Du Mu's face for a long time, before finally letting out a heavy breath and nodding.

"Okay, I agree to let you act alone, but remember to be careful in everything you do. If you can't hold on, retreat immediately, and we will come to your aid."

"no problem."

Du Mu smiled slightly.

His insistence on acting alone was solely for the sake of his contribution to the mission.

If Gordon and his group join the operation and take away his contribution points, his reward will be reduced significantly, which would be a huge loss.

Under the watchful yet worried gazes of the officers, Du Mu opened the iron door to the control room, locked it behind him, and turned to walk deeper into Arkham Asylum.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, with two automatic rifles hanging naturally at his sides, the muzzles pointing diagonally at the ground, showing no intention of stealth or concealment whatsoever.

After turning three corners, a jumble of footsteps came from ahead, mixed with a few swear words with a screeching sound effect.

Four or five burly men in hospital gowns were crouching along the corner of the wall, carrying blood-stained guns that they had clearly just snatched from the guards.

Upon seeing Du Mu, the group stopped in their tracks, their faces instantly tensing.

But when they realized there was only one person on the other side, their tension vanished instantly. Instead of hiding, they surrounded him with guns in hand, their eyes filled with undisguised ferocity.

Du Mu stopped and smiled, "Prisoners, please return to your cells immediately. Otherwise, I will assume you are attempting a prison break and deal with you according to the regulations."

There was a full second of silence on the other end.

Then a burst of unrestrained laughter erupted.

"Did you hear that? He's telling us to go back to our cells!"

"Kid, who do you think you are, the new warden of Arkham?"

"He's obviously a newbie who just joined the company. He must be terrified, that's why he's carrying so many weapons to bolster his courage, right?"

These people had been locked up in Arkham Asylum for many years and were completely isolated from the news. They didn't recognize Du Mu's face at all and only thought of him as an ordinary police officer who had just gotten into trouble.

Even if Du Mu was fully armed, what could he do?

They outnumbered and outgunned, so there was no reason for them to be afraid of a lone individual.

A criminal with a face covered in scars walked up to Du Mu, a cruel smile spreading across his face: "We're short on weapons, so I advise you to hand over your gun obediently, or else..."

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boom!

A gunshot rang out, abruptly ending his words.

The man's head exploded instantly, and his body fell straight backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

After he fell, Du Mu, who had been hidden, reappeared in front of the remaining people, his automatic rifle already raised, with a wisp of smoke rising from the muzzle.

Du Mu looked at the faces that froze instantly, and a kind smile appeared on his lips: "Disobedient people will be punished."

Before he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger again.

Da da da da da da—!

Gunfire erupted one after another in the narrow corridor, the dense gunfire echoing wildly in the confined space.

The whole process took less than four seconds, and there was no one left standing in front of Du Mu.

Du Mu put down his gun, stepped over the body on the ground, and spoke into his headset: "Ultron, connect me to the broadcast system throughout Arkham Asylum and tell those prisoners that the warden is coming to check the cells."

As he spoke, he took out a mask from his tactical vest and put it on, then pulled out a mini speaker, turned it off, and hung it back on his waist.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful melody burst from the speakers.

Ding ding ding ding...

Ding ding ding ding ding....

The rhythm is strong, the drumbeats are dense, and every heavy beat is precisely timed to his footwork.

"Fugitive scum, face the warden's judgment. The purge has begun."

After saying this, Du Mu turned and walked deeper into the wards of Arkham Asylum.

The soles of his shoes rolled over the pool of blood on the ground, leaving a clear bloodstain with each step, and his figure gradually disappeared into the shadows of the corridor.

At the same time, the cold, electronic voices traveled through the broadcast system, reaching every corner of Arkham Asylum.

"Warning: His Excellency the Warden will personally quell this riot and eliminate all threats. All inmates are to return to their designated cells immediately. Anyone who continues the riot will be executed on the spot."

"Warning: His Excellency the Warden will personally quell this riot..."

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"warn..

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The warning sound played on a loop three times, and the entire Arkham Castle erupted in chaos.

Throughout the wards, shouts of anger and laughter rose and fell, almost lifting the ceiling off the ground.

They had seen arrogant people before, but never anyone this arrogant, someone who dared to threaten all the criminals in Arkham all by himself.

Do you think you're Batman?

"Find him! Kill him!"

"Tear this arrogant bastard to pieces!"

Not a single criminal took the warning seriously, and they all clamored to make Du Mu pay the price.

The criminals, who had been scattered and wandering around, immediately sprang into action, forming groups and carrying the stolen guns and weapons, searching everywhere for Du Mu's whereabouts, determined to tear this guy who dared to provoke them to pieces.

In the corridor of Block B, a group of criminals quickly found a clue.

They could hear a loud, oppressive melody drifting down the corridor from afar.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Deng...

Ding ding ding ding ding....

"Where did the background music come from?"

The group exchanged glances, then immediately raised their guns and crept towards the source of the sound.

One of the criminals reached the corner first and peeked out to see a masked figure walking slowly forward in the corridor, with the GCPD markings on the tactical vest particularly conspicuous.

His face instantly lit up with ecstatic joy, and he opened his mouth to shout, "He's here! Hurry up!"

",Bang!

Before he could even finish speaking, a bullet struck him squarely in the forehead. He fell straight down without even letting out a scream.

The remaining criminals were startled and rushed forward to fight back, guns in hand.

But just as they reached the corner, a grenade with the pin pulled rolled to their feet.

"Shit!" *4

At the same time, shouts and curses rang out, followed by a deafening roar that instantly drowned out everything.

Du Mu didn't even lift his eyelids, and continued walking along the corridor.

The explosion acted as a location signal, instantly spreading throughout most of Arkham. The criminals, who had been wandering around searching, immediately changed direction and swarmed towards the location of the explosion.

Before they had gone two kilometers, another group of criminals appeared at the end of the corridor ahead, walking towards them with guns at the ready, and the two sides collided head-on.

The group was stunned at first, then realized that Du Mu in front of them was the madman from the radio broadcast, and immediately raised their guns to fire.

But Du Mu's movements were much faster than theirs.

Almost the instant they raised their guns, Du Mu fired simultaneously from his two automatic rifles, firing from both sides, each shot aimed at the head.

Da da da da da—!

Gunshots rang out one after another, then quickly subsided.

In just five seconds, all the people on the other side collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Du Mu's steps never stopped from beginning to end, and he continued to move forward.

He made no attempt to hide anything; his built-in background music acted like a mobile locator, carrying further and further away, attracting more and more criminals who followed the sound.

However, although these criminals appeared numerous, they were actually a disorganized mob, lacking even the most basic tactical coordination, and mostly just rushed forward in a swarm.

Du Mu could easily deal with these hotheads using only his Death Eye.

In the corridors, stairwells, and hospital wards...

Anyone who dared to show their face in front of Du Mu would be taken away with a single shot; no one could last a second against him.

He pushed forward relentlessly, killing gods and Buddhas alike, without ever stopping.

For a moment, gunshots, explosions, and music mingled together, becoming the most terrifying background noise in the entire Arkham Asylum.

The criminals, who had initially been so aggressive as to tear him to pieces, gradually panicked.

At first, they all thought that Du Mu was just an arrogant fool who didn't know his own limitations, and that they would find him and kill him soon.

But after more than ten minutes, dozens of criminals had already been killed by this masked guy.

They didn't even manage to touch Du Mu, let alone hurt him.

"Don't worry, he's alone, he must have limited ammunition, he'll run out sooner or later!"

A burly criminal with a menacing face hid behind a pillar, shouting in an attempt to quell the morale of those around him.

Upon hearing this, the others nodded in agreement, and their tense expressions relaxed somewhat.

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Mu turned around at the end of the corridor and walked straight into the storage room next to him.

Two seconds later, Du Mu came out again.

He was carrying a Gatling gun on his shoulder, with the ammunition belt hanging from the gun all the way to the ground, the end of which was not visible at a glance.

Criminals:

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No, why would there be a Gatling gun in the storeroom of Arkham Asylum?!

The next second, the criminals decisively turned around and ran away.

Are you kidding me? They're just asking for trouble by going up against a Gatling gun.

The criminals who had rushed towards the music scattered like birds and beasts, and no one dared to approach Du Mu anymore.

Although Arkham is mostly home to vicious madmen, being mad does not mean being unafraid of death.

They dare to go against the Gotham police and challenge Batman because they know that the other side will mostly hold back and won't go all out from the start.

But this warden is different.

Every shot was aimed at the head, every bullet hit its mark, not even giving them a chance to raise their heads in a French military salute, they were instantly killed the moment they showed their heads.

However, their not seeking out Du Mu does not mean that Du Mu will let them off the hook.

He had already opened a map of Arkham Asylum, and the locations of the criminals were clearly marked on the small map.

Following the red dots on the map, Du Mu found the escaped criminals. The six gun barrels spun wildly, tearing them and their cover to shreds.

The system's objective was clear: to stop a full-blown riot at Arkham Asylum.

The riots will not be completely quelled as long as even one criminal causes trouble at Arkham Asylum.

Conversely, as long as all the criminals involved in the riot are purged, the riot will naturally be resolved.

"No mercy is needed. The black sheep deserve their punishment. The only way to deal with the thugs in Gotham is to fight violence with violence."

Two cold, white lights faintly shone from the eye sockets of Du Mu's mask, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

The speaker on my waist was still looping the drumbeats, each beat like a death knell.

Ding ding ding ding...

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding...

The criminals who had been hiding with a glimmer of hope either cowered in a corner and trembled with fear or ran in the opposite direction like madmen as soon as they heard the music approaching.

No matter how they tried to hide, they couldn't shake off the ever-present music.

Four criminals fled for their lives, broke open the door of a storage room and hid inside. They used various odds and ends to prop the door shut, barely daring to breathe.

Just when they thought they had escaped a disaster.

Boom!

With a deafening explosion, the wall next to them was blown open, and brick fragments were scattered all over the ground.

A masked figure slowly emerged from the smoke and dust, its bright white-rimmed eyes staring straight at them.

"Found you!"

"Aaaaaah!"

The screams pierced the corridor for a moment, then quickly fell silent again.

That scream was like the last straw, completely shattering the psychological defenses of the remaining criminals.

Finally, one of the criminals couldn't take it anymore and scrambled back to his original cell, slamming the iron door shut behind him.

Seeing this, the other criminals followed suit, rushing to their respective cells.

Du Mu did not make things difficult for the criminals who returned to their cells, but those who did not have time to hide in their cells were mercilessly shredded into pieces by him with a Gatling gun.

And so, an outrageous scene unfolded at Arkham Asylum.

A fully armed police officer, carrying a Gatling gun, chases down prisoners to prevent them from returning to their cells.

The prisoners, on the other hand, desperately tried to evade his pursuit, willing to pay any price to return to the cell that bound their freedom.

The police officers in front of the monitors were dumbfounded, unable to tell for a moment which side was the villain.