American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

I highly recommend "American Comics: Praise the Sun Starting in Gotham!" Go straight to the exciting parts.

The sound of breaking glass was very similar to the chirping of a cicada that hadn't yet appeared in this season.

Xiu En stood with his hands behind his back, hovering outside the window on the 88th floor of the bank building.

The scenes inside perfectly matched his expectations of Gotham's unique character.

It is both absurd and filled with a tragic core that makes you want to laugh.

"Hey, look at that."

He pointed to the scene in front of the vault door and showed it to the sunflower on his shoulder.

"Normal robbers carry bags, but what are they carrying? Are those cement buckets?"

The three robbers inside were wearing some kind of crudely made clown mask with exaggerated smiling faces painted on it.

But their uniforms were quite uniform.

All of them were wearing bright pink jumpsuits, making one wonder if they had just escaped from the backstage of some underground rock music festival.

Beneath their feet, black waterproof bags meant for holding money were being used to hold hostages who were already trembling with fear.

The bundles of US dollars that were taken out of the vault were being treated like some kind of Lego bricks.

"The third floor isn't high enough! You bunch of pigs with no artistic sense!"

The guy who was probably the leader was waving a modified pistol with a loudspeaker attached and shouting.

"These green papers are meaningless!"

We're going to use the most mundane things in the world to build a Tower of Babel that leads to the moon! Anyone who dares to let it collapse will be made the first foundation stone!

"Wow, a grand narrative."

Xiu En gave a perfunctory compliment through the bulletproof glass.

The next second, he felt that simply watching the play wasn't interactive enough, so he stretched out a finger and gently tapped it on the glass.

The huge floor-to-ceiling window, like a perfect cookie, instantly turned into a pile of shimmering powder centered on his fingertips.

A sudden gust of wind swept in, blowing the meter-high gold tower that had taken a great deal of effort to build into the lobby into a chaotic mess.

"I don't object to your artistic pursuits, really."

Xiu En drifted into the room on the wind, casually grabbed a large bill from the swirling green snowflakes, glanced at it, and clicked his tongue in disappointment.

"It's real money. That's so unoriginal. If it were ghost money, I'd give it full marks."

Everyone in the hall looked at Xiu En.

Whether it was the robbers who were playing with money or the group of hostages who were crying but ended up with a mouthful of banknotes blown by the wind, they all stared blankly at the man who floated in from the 88th floor with his own special effects.

Immediately afterwards, the clown masked leader let out a laugh that sounded like his tail had been stepped on, and he threw his gun to the ground.

"It's him! It's the radiant archangel!"

He was as excited as a die-hard fan who had met his idol, and he opened his arms as if to give Xiu En a hug.

"Brothers! What did I tell you? As long as our altar is sincere enough, angels will descend! It seems the prophecy was true! Quick! Bring that person out for the angels to see!"

The two underlings who had been squatting in the corner fiddling with something immediately pulled back a curtain.

Xiu En didn't even need to sense it to know what it was.

The stench emanating from that thing, combined with its gleaming gold color scheme, was simply too much for my eyes.

That was a hippopotamus.

To be precise, it was a hippopotamus wearing a golden ballet tutu and with its teeth sprayed with gold paint.

It seemed to be in some kind of extremely irritable hallucinatory state, drooling purple liquid while stomping its feet.

"This is the mount we've prepared for you!"

The leader of the robbers had already knelt on the ground, his hands in a gesture of offering.

"Get on it! Conquer this concrete jungle! Let the bats see who the sun of this city truly is!"

Xiu En remained silent for three seconds.

Even the well-traveled sunflower on his shoulder forgot to sway its leaves.

"Did you drink that powerful hallucinogen like cough syrup?"

Xiu En rubbed his temples, feeling a strong sense of intellectual humiliation.

Although he liked violence that didn't require much thought, the art style of this thing was just too ahead of its time.

"No, I don't need a mount, especially not something like this one in a pink dress."

Xiu En beckoned with his finger.

The golden hippopotamus that was trying to charge at him and the group of cheering pink lunatics lost all gravity and slowly floated up, enveloped in golden light.

"I suggest you go to the rooftop for some fresh air; you'll feel more refreshed there."

Xiu En casually drew a circle of light on the large hole in the window, and the group of people and hippos flew out in a row, yelling and screaming.

"Hey! At least take it with you, it's for you!"

The leader's voice turned into a scream like Tom the cat as the altitude increased.

The tallest gold-plated lightning rod in Gotham's Financial District is facing its heaviest and most stylish burden tonight.

A hippopotamus dressed in a pink ballet tutu and covered in cheap gold powder is currently stuck upside down on the very top of a lightning rod in an extremely embarrassing position.

The needle got stuck in its tactical vest. Good heavens, these lunatics actually put such a sturdy vest on the hippo, making it spin like a weather vane two hundred meters in the air.

And on the hippo's thick hind legs, below three ropes connected by high-strength industrial strapping, hung the three believers neatly.

Even as the cold wind whipped him around like a salted fish, the ringleader continued to laugh maniacally, his megaphone occasionally spitting out streamers of colored light.

"This view! This altitude! Is this the world of gods?! Hahahaha!"

"The world of gods? No, this is called an illegal structure."

Xiu En stood on the edge of the rooftop, somewhat disdainfully patting off the few specks of gold glitter that had drifted onto his shoulder from who-knows-where.

He casually snapped his fingers at the skewer of meat that was disheveled in the night wind.

A golden arrow, seemingly cut from a comic book with jagged edges, appeared directly above the lightning rod.

The brightness was almost as if it were competing with the newly repaired bat signal lights, and it even had three large golden characters flashing on it in a very thoughtful way.

[Recycling Location]

"Done. It's both environmentally friendly and full of humanistic care."

Xiu En nodded in satisfaction.

Gotham needs a bright spot, even if that bright spot might be a bit gritty.

Downstairs, James Gordon was drinking coffee and waiting for the situation when a blob of gold dust fell into his black coffee.

He looked up and saw the golden arrow, and the shadow of the unidentified creature moving in circles beneath it, which almost made him swallow the cup whole.

"Tell me, that's not a hippopotamus."

Gordon's voice sounded as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

The detective next to him put down the donut he was about to bite into, stared blankly for a long time, looked through his binoculars, and then swallowed hard.

"Actually, sir. That wasn't just a hippopotamus, it was a hippopotamus wearing a pink tulle skirt."

Gordon took a deep breath and poured what might be his last cup of coffee down the drain.

"I'd rather hope Batman breaks their legs; at least Batman wouldn't leave criminals hanging in the air to dry. Calling the fire department and a crane? Damn it, this is a bank building; how are they going to get a crane up there?"

The instigator, Xiu Encai, didn't care how difficult it was to achieve from an engineering perspective.

He glided through the Gotham night sky, hands in his trench coat pockets, body slightly leaning forward, like a passerby.

"Xiaohua, make a note of this."

He spoke to the sunflower on his shoulder.

"Next time there's a lunatic like that, don't hang it so high, it'll freeze the meat solid. Next time try hanging it on the window facing the GCPD director's office, that should be more efficient."

The sunflower on the shoulder shook its leaves.

"Shuen, I suggest you destroy the evidence before Bruce sees it."

Xiu En answered.

"Haha, definitely next time!"

After thinking about it, Hugh still felt a bit disgusted. There were too many people affected by these hallucinogens, and he probably couldn't control them all, so he headed towards the Penguin's location.

Soon after.

The Iceberg Club, located in the Diamond District, put up a sign tonight announcing its interior renovations.

In fact, a private banquet is taking place here.

Oswald Copport, the underground emperor who called himself a gentleman of Gotham.

At this moment, she resembled a waiter on her first day of work, still on probation, personally pushing a bluefin tuna weighing a full two hundred pounds to the center of the table.

The penguin didn't know why this great figure had come to see him, but inviting him to dinner was always a good idea.

"Mr. Xiu En, this came off the airlift plane two hours ago, and its flesh is still twitching."

The penguin removed his top hat, revealing his slicked-back but slightly thinning hair. His haute couture tuxedo, usually used to enhance his image, was now soaked with cold sweat on his back.

Xiu En sat in the boss's chair that originally belonged to the Penguin, holding a dinner knife in his hand. He bent the knife, which was probably used to cut meat, into a circle, and then put it in his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound.

"Yes, the tableware is genuine. I hope the fish is too."

Sunflower Ivy stood at the corner of the table, picked up a piece of sashimi with a leaf, sniffed it, and then put it back with disgust. Clearly, Sunflower didn't like this stuff that smelled like marine corpses.

"Of course! Of course it's genuine!"

The penguin had just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to order the best sake.

Just then, the heavy door of the private room was accidentally knocked open halfway due to a slip of the hand.

A waiter dressed in a Penguin's uniform, clearly still confused about the situation, sauntered in.

The guy had sunken eyes, strange white foam hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his pupils were so dilated that the iris was almost invisible.

This is a typical reaction after a fall.

"Boss...that...goods..."

He mumbled incoherently, not even noticing the glowing man sitting in the main seat, carrying a dirty bag filled with some kind of powder.

The temperature in the entire private room suddenly rose.

Xiu En's previously amiable expression vanished, and the golden light around him flickered, as if someone with mysophobia had been splashed with dirty water.

"Coport!"

Xiu En didn't make a move; he simply wiped his clean lips with a napkin, his tone eerily calm.

"I thought this was a place for eating, not an Arkham toilet. This rotting smell is disgusting."

In that instant, the penguin felt his heart skip two beats.

He keenly noticed that in Xiu En's eyes was not only disgust for the filth and mess, but also an absolute zero tolerance for irrational madness.

This glowing object is not Batman.

Batman would knock the person unconscious and take them to the police station first.

And this person might melt the entire Iceberg Club, people and foundation, into lava.

"Damn it!"

The penguin's reaction was astonishingly fast.

He swung the black umbrella in his hand.

The heavy tungsten steel umbrella handle struck the man directly in the chin.

The unfortunate fellow didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying and crashed heavily into the door frame, then slid down, seemingly oblivious to his fate.

"Drag it out! There can't be even a trace of that damn medicine smell here!"

The penguin roared at the bodyguard outside the door, his previously feigned gentlemanly smile turning into a ferocious grin.

After dealing with the trash, the penguin quickly turned around.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and put on an unprecedentedly serious and respectful expression, an attitude he only showed when facing predators of a higher rank.

He walked over himself, sprayed the polluted air with that expensive bottle of whiskey, and then bowed deeply.

"My mistake, Mr. Shuen. You know, doing business in Gotham inevitably involves dealing with these soulless zombies. They have no brains, and even less any sense of rules."

He secretly observed Xiu En's expression and noticed that the heat was slowly subsiding.

Bet right.

Xiu En was about to get down to business.

"I don't like crazy people, Cobblepot! Especially crazy people who can't even control their own bodily functions."

Xiu En forked a piece of fish and put it in his mouth.

"If I ever smell that odor again, the kind you only smell in a mental hospital incinerator, I'll hang you on top of the Tower of Wayne."