From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

He said this only to lighten the mood, but the policewoman shifted her gaze and looked away. "I guessed so, Chief Prosecutor, Mr. Dante..."

She lowered her head and closed the door for Harvey.

From the reporters' lenses, it can be vaguely seen that the driver was a bald, burly man with a menacing look on his face.

Bang.

The car doors closed, and the reporters watched regretfully as the vehicle sped away.

First Glimpse of Talent: Chapter 224 Tonight, the Silver-Clad Stranger Joins the Hunt!

The scene shifts, and the next target of the "siege" is Gordon, who has "come back to life."

The head of the Major Crimes Unit, a great hero who risked his life to save the mayor, is also a top candidate for the next police chief!

The journalists' enthusiasm was reignited.

Leo didn't continue watching because his phone rang.

The caller was Alfred.

"Hi, good evening, Afu!"

Leo greeted him energetically.

Alfred quickly replied, "Good evening, Mr. Leo. I'm calling to tell you that the Joker has been arrested. The combined efforts of the young master and Mr. Dent were very effective and successfully thwarted the criminal's arrogance."

It was clear that the old man was in a very good mood; Leo could almost picture his beaming face.

The reason is simple—although he wanted Bruce to "retire" and stop being Batman, he certainly didn't want it to be done in such a humiliating way as to bow down to criminals.

Leo was happy for him, but he had to pour cold water on it: "I'm glad to hear this news, but things are probably not over yet. I've found some ominous signs."

"What's wrong?" Afu's voice was tinged with seriousness.

"Let me ask you first, how is Batman doing? What is he doing?"

"Young Master was slightly injured while chasing the Joker. It's not serious, but it's not minor either. I'm about to take him back to Wayne Tower for treatment."

Just like in the original story, Batman didn't crash his motorcycle into the Joker; instead, he suffered secondary injuries himself.

By the way, the first time was when the Batmobile blocked a rocket...

But this is good, as it will demonstrate Leo's value!

"I understand. Since he's injured, leave the rest to me. Oh, and I have all sorts of medications from our area in my bedside table, including an emergency medical kit. You can just go get it if you need it."

"Okay... then you must be careful. I will tell the young master about this when he wakes up."

Afu hung up the phone, and the sound of an accelerator accelerating could be heard in the background.

Leo glanced at his phone and casually stuffed it into his storage space.

Replacing the cell phone in his hand was a grappling hook gun, a weapon frequently seen in various adventure games and movies.

This is an efficient means of transportation, and it can occasionally be useful when fighting the enemy.

Leo, now dressed in a silver battle suit and wearing a mask, did a final check to make sure nothing was left behind.

He didn't plan to leave through the main entrance; instead, he wanted to imitate Batman and make a high-flying escape!

He walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked outside.

This is a small, charming hotel, but the building is not tall, only four stories.

He chose the top floor, where shops and houses of varying heights could be seen not far from the window.

He carefully inspected the cape behind him, which featured a glider and parachute, took a deep breath, and climbed out of the window.

The early autumn evening breeze carried a touch of chill, which invigorated him.

This was his first time carrying out a combat mission alone, and to be honest, he was a little nervous.

"V-Zhentian, protect me! Oh, right, and Chunmen too!"

After finishing his prayer, he pulled the trigger with his right index finger.

boom.

The high-pressure gas generated by the propellant explosion propels the hook claw, launching it out like a bullet.

In mid-air, the front end of the grappling hook automatically opens and precisely reaches the designated landing point.

Click.

Leo imagined the sound of the grappling hook gripping the rope, and gently shook it to check its strength.

No problem... Let's get started!

buzzing-

The built-in motor emits a pleasant running sound, and the force-adding device provides stronger tension to the traction rope.

Leo gripped the gun handle tightly with his right hand, feeling the increasing pulling force.

As the force grew stronger and seemed to pull him up, he pushed off the windowsill with both feet and leaped into the air, facing the evening breeze.

The body floats in the air, and a feeling of weightlessness follows.

In that extremely brief moment, adrenaline surged through his blood vessels, and Krenzikov spontaneously activated, entering bullet time.

Leo could feel that the kinetic energy from the jump was quickly being depleted, and his body was beginning to fall.

But the power coming from the grappling hook gun grew stronger and stronger. With a forceful pull of his right hand, he propelled his entire body forward at an increasingly rapid pace.

Finally, he successfully crossed the 40-meter distance and landed lightly on the roof of a three-story building not far away.

The grappling hook gun operation was a great success!

Having had his first successful experience, he quickly overcame his fear and, with a mindset that was half for fun and half for practice, hurried to X Street.

The straight-line distance was approximately 1.5 kilometers, and he completed it in just 2 minutes.

Under the night sky, his silver clothes shimmered with a dazzling light, making him inevitably visible to passersby as he moved.

Their voices drifted on the wind, and you could vaguely hear them saying—"The Silver-Clad Stranger!"

A short trip gave Leo a huge boost of confidence and self-satisfaction.

Only then did he realize that his cybernetic body had truly transformed him into a little superman, allowing him to gradually break free from the shackles of being a "normal person".

Standing on the roof of the abandoned factory, he found a sheltered corner and sat down to admire the bright moon.

Despite the suspicion of cheating, the feeling of waiting for the enemy to take the bait is so wonderful.

Everything is under control!

Tonight, the silver-clad stranger joins the hunt!

*

A gentle evening breeze blew, and small patches of dark clouds drifted across the sky, causing the bright moon to appear and disappear intermittently.

Leo lay on the blanket, letting a drone do the reconnaissance for him.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of a car engine grew louder as it approached.

A drone hidden behind a window captured footage of two cars driving up and stopping at the factory gate.

The car in front was just an ordinary sedan, but the one behind it was a police car. Upon closer inspection, the driver was a bald man with a fierce face.

Pure white, hacking into their electronic devices.

[It's already in progress, please wait a moment... Done, the audio signal has been sent to you.]

Leo gave the drone new instructions, telling the reconnaissance plane and its companion to hide and prepare to ambush the unsuspecting intruders.

Immediately afterwards, he began eavesdropping on intelligence.

*

Inside the light gray sedan, several burly men were boasting and chatting.

"Holy crap... that freak actually succeeded—the new prosecutor delivered himself to our doorstep, and we didn't even have to fire a single shot!"

The man in the passenger seat was drinking beer in large gulps and pounding on the car door excitedly.

The driver's cheeks twitched as he recalled the terrifying clown who had performed the "disappearing pencil trick."

"Don't call him a freak, call him a clown. With his crazy appearance, if he hears you insulting him, he'll definitely kill you."

The man drinking beer licked his lips, emboldened by the alcohol, but dared not contradict his companion. Having been involved in the underworld for so many years, he'd never seen anyone so insane—a fucking lunatic…

"Stop chatting. A few of you go in and scout around. The Joker said he's set up a trap here. Once we see the situation, we'll know what to do."

A deep, muffled male voice came from the walkie-talkie.

The man in the driver's seat frowned, called to his companion, and pushed open the car door with annoyance.

Even though everyone is a member of the Falcone family, those who have a shady past and a legitimate identity always feel superior.

It's disgusting...

Emerging Talent: Chapter 225 The Combination of Technology and "Magic"—Leo's Unique Fighting Style!

Four men got out of the first car.

They were all members of the Falcone family, and this time they were ordered to assist the Joker.

Three of them drew their pistols and went into the factory together. Another one leaned against the door, half his body inside and half outside, guarding the escape route for his companions.

Michael Woods, who was in charge of the operation, nodded silently, thinking that these people were reliable enough, and that Maroni hadn't messed things up for him after all.

A glance in the rearview mirror revealed that Gotham City's rising new Attorney General was already incoherent, having been sedated.

Kidnapping him in front of everyone means he'll never be able to go back to the Major Crimes Unit.

To be honest, he actually quite liked this police uniform. Wearing it, he was respected by both the legitimate and criminal worlds.

pity……

Suddenly, a man's complaint came through the walkie-talkie—

"Are you sure this is the place? We went into the warehouse and found nothing except a slight smell of gasoline... Oh, wait, there's some oil on the ground too. If we lit it, we could probably warm our hands."

Upon hearing this, the bald-headed Woods frowned: "Cicero's X Street, isn't that the place you led us to?"

"This is X Street, but the warehouse is empty... Wait, what's that sound?"

"Buzz..."

A sound like the flapping of bees' wings appeared in the background.

Feeling uneasy, Woods instinctively shifted into reverse and drove the car back about ten meters.

But he dared not leave directly, fearing he would mess up the job and anger the ruthless Maroni.

"What exactly happened? What did you see?"

A reply came quickly from the walkie-talkie: "It looks like two drones. These models look really high-tech. Is this the Joker's setup? What does he want us to do? Hand over the prosecutor to the drones?"

"What drone? What are you talking about?"

Woods blinked blankly; in his mind, the clown wasn't the kind of person who liked to tinker with high technology.

He initially thought it was some kind of time bomb...

"Wait a minute, let me take a picture of you. This drone... Aaaaaah—!"

The sudden, loud shout startled Woods, causing his hand to tremble and nearly drop his phone.

By the time he managed to grab his phone in a flurry of activity, the shout had turned into a scream, and then silence fell just a few seconds later.

There's an ambush!?

He instinctively looked at the gatekeeper, only to see him scrambling and crawling towards the car.

"What happened!?"

"The drone...the drone killed Cliff and the others!"

Having witnessed the horrific scene of his companion being shot to death, the gaunt man gave a hurried reply and quickened his pace.

However, a streak of silver light descended from the sky, accompanied by a fierce gale, knocking him to the ground.