American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Chapter 182 Simon Hurt, Wayne

The tires of the ambulance left two tracks on the beach, and a police car was chasing closely behind.

Otis, who was sitting in the passenger seat, reached out to untie his tie and shouted to the driver next to him: "Stop!"

The driver quickly stopped the car, and the police car behind it immediately overtook it and stopped sideways in front of the ambulance.

Sitting in the police car, Miaomu took off his police uniform jacket, looked at the rearview mirror, straightened his clothes, and pushed his arm armor back.

Looking at the Hell Mark on his wrist, he snorted unhappily, took out a box of cigarettes from the car, opened it, and lit one.

He needed nicotine to calm down.

"Hehehe, you acted much faster than I thought. I'm really looking forward to seeing you again!"

The clown's disgusting voice rang in Naegi's ears.

"You think too much. You will only stay in hell and never escape." Miaomu exhaled a puff of smoke, pinched the cigarette between his fingers, flicked the ash, and pressed the cigarette butt on his wrist.

The pain of the burned skin made Naegi raise his eyebrows, pick up the wine jug beside him and pour it on his wrist.

The wound healed quickly, but the Hell Mark did not change at all. This idea failed...

Miao Mu took the wine jug and took a sip, then pushed the door open and got out of the car. Otis and the driver also pushed open the door and got out.

"Boss..." Otis lowered his head, not daring to look at Naegi.

Handing over Arkham Asylum to him was a sign of Naegi's greatest trust in him. Now that something like this has happened, Otis really feels like running away in fear. He has betrayed this trust.

"It's okay. I didn't expect this to happen. It's not your fault." Miaomu raised his hand and patted Otis on the shoulder.

"Now that we know, it will be much easier to handle."

Miaomu reached out and pried open the hammer of the revolver, then walked towards the door of the ambulance.

The doctors who were temporarily formed from security guards in the car saw Miaomu coming and hurriedly got out of the car.

There was only one doctor left holding a medical box, sitting in the car in a daze. Miaomu stepped into the car, sat opposite Dr. Hutt, and looked up at him.

That dull expression is just like a plastic mannequin. There's nothing scary about it.

"Hello, nice to meet you, my name is Naegi."

Miao Mu stretched out his hand. Dr. Hutt looked down at Miao Mu's hand, hesitated for a moment, and then quickly stretched out his hand to shake hands with Miao Mu.

"I'm Simon Hurt, the attending physician at Arkham Asylum. I'm currently in charge of the patient in Room J6. He has severe insomnia and often wakes up in the middle of his sleep..."

"You should know the Joker, right? He asked me to find you."

Miao Mu grabbed Dr. Hurt's hand, put his five fingers together and squeezed hard. There was a crackling sound, and two of his finger bones were dislocated.

At the same time, Naegi raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Dr. Hurt's head, "Now, you can struggle!"

Miaogi pulled the trigger directly. Although he could see the Joker's memories scene by scene, Miaogi did not believe what the Joker said until the moment he pulled the trigger.

The M500 revolver can only hold five bullets, and there are only four bullets in the gun now. All Naegi told Otis was that Simon Hurt was a spy and traitor.

Only Nygma guessed the truth of the matter from the half-sentence riddle left by Naegi, and arranged for the Death Shooter to act as a safety precaution.

With a click, the hammer fell, but the bullet did not fire.

But Simon Hurt's expression changed the moment he pulled the trigger. It was a distorted face, with a sinister and hideous look, like a corpse that had been rotting in water.

"The Joker! That damned bastard!"

Simon Hurt roared out in a hoarse voice, and his words sounded like the echo of many people repeating themselves.

At least that's what Naegi heard, and it's true!

Before Simon Hurt could shout again, Naegi kicked him in the chest, knocking him against the wall of the carriage.

This time, Naegi didn't hesitate any longer. He put the revolver to Simon Hurt's forehead and pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang, bang... four dull gunshots echoed in the carriage.

Otis, who was waiting outside, also took out his pistol, pointed it at the door of the carriage, and put his finger on the trigger with a vigilant look on his face.

In the car, Miaomu looked at the corpse whose head was shattered by a bullet, blew away the smoke from the muzzle, and then kicked it hard. He had had enough. They were all experts in pretending to be dead.

Are you just waiting for others to be careless so you can kill them?

After five or six kicks, the ambulance was shaken by Miaomu's kicks. Simon Hurt's body with a broken head was covered with black gas from the metal mechanical parts in the heart area.

With a hiss, Miaomu's raised leg stopped. A thin black bone spur pierced his calf. A drop of blood dripped from the bone spur and landed on the floor of the carriage.

"I am... Barbatos..."

As the blood vessels were rebuilt, Simon Hurt's bullet-shattered head recovered again.

Naegi raised his right hand before he could fully recover.

The blade on the arm armor popped out and smashed down hard, like a hammer smashing a watermelon, Simon Hurt's head was shattered again, but this time he died.

Simon Hurt's dull soul returned to the original site of Arkham Asylum two hundred years ago. At that time, there was no asylum and no Arkham.

It's just a small island with high terrain, located on the edge of the city, and there are some strange legends about it.

But he knew that this was not a legend, because he saw with his own eyes a man dressed in black with wings spread out, like a bat, flying past there.

There was another meteor following him, and that meteor fell, and he picked it up, and he saw God! Darkseid.

The magic circle under his feet and the rituals performed by the cultists turned him into a monster... He is Barbatos...

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

Black air filled the air, Miaomu was knocked out directly, and the entire carriage was torn apart. A huge bat-winged monster stood out from the torn carriage, and waved its wings made of bones.

"Barbatos... Wayne... I am... Toss Wayne."

After more than two hundred years, Simon Hurt regained his memories of his human life. He is a member of the Wayne family and a cultist who is searching for the traces of the devil.

He is the messenger of God who summons demons using the heart of a girl and the corpse of a bat. He is Tos Wayne...Barbatos.

"You look like a fool too, don't you?"

Miaomu turned over from the beach and looked at the hideous monster standing on the broken carriage. He had gotten used to it.

Simon Hurt turned his head and opened his mouth, and black flames spewed out of his mouth, just like the dragon in the fairy tale spewing flames.

"Get out of the way!" Miao Mu shouted quickly.

With a tactical roll, he lowered his body, then raised his leg and swept it, and the soft sand was kicked up by Miaomu into a sand curtain.

The black flames swept past, and Otis and the others quickly fell to the ground. The next second, Simon Hurt's figure appeared behind Miaomu like a flash.

It raised the terrifying bone claw and slapped it towards Miaomu's head. Miaomu gritted his teeth and rolled sideways. The bone claw passed by him. Even though only the fingertips brushed past him, blood still splattered everywhere.

Naegi grabbed a handful of sand and threw it backwards, but it was almost ineffective. Simon Hurt, who had turned into a demon, was nearly three meters tall, just like a dinosaur.

The sand that was thrown out only hit his hairy belly and had no effect, but Simon Hurt's sharp and huge claws fell like forks.

Miaomu quickly pushed his feet and stepped on the sand pit to gain leverage. Before he could jump out, the terrifying sharp claws were about to fall and cut Miaomu in half.

Two red lasers flew from the sky and knocked back the sharp claws.

A red cape swayed in the air, and the blue tights wrapped around the steel body slowly descended.

"Everyone, it looks like you need help."