The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

The temperature in Gotham has started to drop recently, but the old man is still wearing a thin black shirt.

Meanwhile, the child next to him was wearing a cotton coat several times larger than himself, blocking the air vent with his hand, shivering.

Bai Lang walked up to the stall and smiled, "Give me a Mexican burrito."

"Are you still setting up your stall in this cold weather?"

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, his eyebrows drooped, and his hands looked swollen, as big as ping-pong paddles.

Seeing that there was business, he immediately got busy.

"There's no other way. We have to make money no matter how cold the weather is. Life has to go on."

Just then, Bai Lang's cell phone rang.

"Dudududu..."

He answered the phone.

"Hey?"

Ryan's voice came from the other end of the phone; he sounded somewhat anxious.

"Bai Lang! You finally answered the phone! Several tragedies have occurred in the Upper District. You need to come over right away!"

Chapter 23 Explosion (Please add to your favorites! Please continue reading!)

Upper Town, Roscoe Hotel.

"Chief Inspector Bai Lang, you've finally arrived!"

Ryan stepped forward and approached Bai Lang.

"Ryan, don't call me that, it gives me the creeps," Bai Lang said with a smile, a freshly made burrito dangling from his mouth.

The bullet had been removed from his body by Harley Quinn, and his injuries had almost completely healed thanks to the extremely rapid repair of his cells.

"By the way, has another major case occurred? The chief doesn't look too good."

Bai Lang glanced at Chief Gordon not far away, as well as the heavily armed police officers surrounding the Roscoe Hotel.

Even from the nearby high-rise building, a dark figure was rushing over.

It was the real Batman—Bruce Wayne.

"There have been several bombings in the fashion district before, and the killer was that new clown."

“In a recent bombing, a survivor heard the clown say that he was on the roof of the Roscoe Hotel…” Ryan explained to Bai Lang.

"Stay at the Roscoe Hotel?" Bai Lang subconsciously felt something was amiss.

Given the nature of the editors in the DC Universe, how could the Joker possibly reveal his whereabouts so easily?

Moreover, his keen senses told him that there was something dangerous in the Roscoe Hotel.

This is most likely a trap, and there might even be a bomb inside the Roscoe Hotel!

Thinking of this, his expression changed immediately, and he walked to Director Gordon's side.

"Chief Gordon, do you really believe the Joker is staying at the Roscoe Hotel?"

Upon hearing his question, Gordon turned to look at him.

“I don’t believe it either, Bai Lang, but we can’t give up on even the slightest clue.”

“I suspect there’s a bomb upstairs in the hotel,” Bai Lang said, stating his suspicion.

"And this newly appeared clown might be hiding among the passersby around here." His gaze swept over the passersby, trying to spot the newly appeared clown.

Chief Gordon seemed to understand Bai Lang's words, and he immediately took out his walkie-talkie and ordered the police officers in the building to retreat.

Although the police officers who received the evacuation order were completely bewildered, they only needed to carry out the orders given from above.

So the dozen or so police officers who had just gone upstairs marched back down the stairs in a grand procession.

Just as everyone reached the first floor, a massive explosion shattered the Roscoe Hotel into pieces.

Thick smoke billowed, flames shot into the sky, and explosions resounded throughout the heavens and the earth.

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A light blue notification box appeared in front of Bai Lang's eyes.

The surrounding crowd, the officers who had just run down, the officers on guard below, and Chief Gordon standing nearby...

Everyone turned to look at the explosion at the Roscoe Hotel in an instant, but three people did not look in that direction at all, completely ignoring it.

The memories of a well-trained police officer from his previous life tell Bai Lang that three kinds of thoughts arise when a crisis occurs.

The first is an instinctive reaction to ensure one's own safety, and the second is curiosity about what happened.

The third type is the penchant for gossiping and joining in the fun, wondering whether or not to check out what's going on this time.

But there's only one exception... no, two exceptions.

The perpetrator's first thought was to flee the scene, while the hunter observed the scene to see which one was his prey.

Clearly, both Bai Lang and Batman, who was standing on the roof, noticed the dark figure in the crowd.

He was wearing a black top hat, a black trench coat, and holding a purple umbrella.

But that pale face immediately convinced Bai Lang and Batman Bruce Wayne that he was the culprit behind the explosion, and the newly emerged Joker.

The second Joker, holding an umbrella, walked towards the train that was about to depart.

A disdainful smile appeared on his pale face.

"Heh...what an amateur cop."

The police officers actually rushed over without hesitation, simply asking the survivors to relay a message.

If he knew that no one died in the explosion because of Bai Lang, I wonder what his expression would be like.

After he entered the carriage, Batman Bruce Wayne followed behind.

As for Bai Lang, he was still standing at the scene of the Roscoe Hotel explosion. Batman had his own things to do, and Bai Lang had his own things to do at the moment.

"Bai Lang, you guessed right, this new clown is a cunning fellow."

Chief Gordon looked at the exploded Roscoe Hotel with lingering fear.

He would feel bad if his orders led to the deaths of those young men.

"Commander Gordon! The Joker and Batman are fighting on the train!"

A police officer rushed over in a panic.

“It looks like this vigilante will help us catch the clown,” Bai Lang said, standing to the side.

Gordon also knew Batman's character very well.

Although he had wiped out the Rose Gang, Deputy Sheriff Mark, and Bane, his previous angry outburst that killed the Joker had rekindled his faith in him.

Perhaps they've used a different approach.

......

After leaving the Roscoe Hotel, Bai Lang took Ryan and the others to the police station on Park Street to familiarize them with the place they would be staying in.

They also caught two black thieves who were stealing valuables along the way.

"Alright, Ryan, you stay at the police station and learn from Chief Edward. Susan, you and Judith interrogate these two black thieves and see if there's any mastermind behind them." Bai Lang immediately gave the order.

Edward is the chief of the Park Street Police Station, holding the rank of sergeant, the same as White Wave.

He was a middle-aged man in his thirties, upright and incorruptible, but his face was full of resentment.

"Director Edward, is there a strength training area here?" Bai Lang asked as he walked up to the other person with a bottle of cola in his hand.

He couldn't drink alcohol during work hours, so he brought over a Coke instead.

He wanted to find a quiet place and then use his recently acquired power level to break through the 20 volt mark in one fell swoop.

That way, he can live a peaceful and stable life for a while.

A lot happened during this time, but he remained on edge. Once he reached a level where he could withstand bullets, he was able to enjoy life for a while.

Enjoy the peace and tranquility of your second life in Gotham.

“Yes.” Edward took the Coke. “We have one at our police station. There’s a training facility next door.”

He pointed to the sprawling training facility next to the police station and continued, "This was built for us by the Wayne Corporation, who said it was to give us strong physiques so that they could protect the safety of their taxpayers."

Bai Lang nodded, said thank you, and headed towards the training hall.

The training hall's door was ajar and unlocked.

He pushed open the iron gate and walked in easily, a musty smell hitting him.

A musty smell filled the air, causing Bai Lang to frown.

In the center of the training hall was a huge sandbag, covered with a layer of gray dust, and the ropes on the sandbag were already loose.

The walls were covered with dull boxing gloves and protective gear, while rusty, old equipment was piled up in the corner.

Bai Lang stepped onto the worn-out, indistinguishable-color mat, and a look of joy spread across his face.

"With a place like this, I can confidently upgrade to 20 volts!"

Chapter 24 20 Volts!

Wayne Building, laboratory.

The jet-black, gleaming armor was placed on the shelf, with a pointed helmet.

The chest armor features a striking gold bat emblem in the center, while the back is designed in the shape of bat wings, providing a larger flight area when unfolded.

Furthermore, the armor's arms and legs are equipped with a large number of concealed attack weapons.

Bruce Wayne walked around the armor, his gaze fixed on the "Anti-Batman Armor" in front of him.

Fox stood to the side, explaining the details of the armor to him.

"The armor is made entirely of nanotechnology, which can withstand the damage from bullets and powerful explosions. It is also equipped with an energy shield inside, which can absorb and disperse high-energy impacts. In addition, it is fireproof and electrical-proof."