American comics: This guy is crazy

Nanawi, am I handsome?

Master, you are so handsome!

Allen brushed his hair towards the mirror and straightened his suit jacket.

A penniless mental patient, where did the suit jacket come from? Allen said that when he went out for a field trip, he met a charity organization that distributed clothes.

The so-called charitable organizations only superficially care about the food and clothing problems of homeless people, and never pay attention to the number of homeless people.

After all, seeing a doctor in America is equivalent to bankruptcy. Treating homeless people without social security for both major and minor illnesses may lead to the disbandment of charitable organizations.

Therefore, it is more cost-effective to distribute some clothes and 1,000-piece painkillers from time to time.

Allen asked for a suit jacket and prepared to sneak into the banquet of the Court of Owls to spy on the enemy.

His three Robins, the Joker, the Penguin, and the Riddler, secretly worked closely together to instigate the Owl members whose conscience was discovered.

As for the powerful people in Gotham City, whether they really have a conscience depends on how many ulterior secrets they have.

The more secrets there are, the more justice there is.

Magellan is a good example. He actively responded to the cause of the comedy group and decisively betrayed the peripheral powerful members he knew.

It's really embarrassing if one person is embarrassed, but it's not embarrassing if everyone is embarrassed together.

However, everything is done in secret, and the infiltration is done by peripheral owls.

The owl judge at the core level is simply out of reach.

In fact, for a huge organization, it is the peripheral members that really maintain normal operations. The core layer only makes decisions and issues orders. Waiting for everyone to succeed in instigating rebellion, and allowing the core judges to dance around and rejoice, they are ultimately just grasshoppers.

Nanawi, I'm going out. If you feel bored, go play in the fortress.

Okay, Master.

Nanawi stared blankly at Allen who was wearing a suit on his upper body, his lower body was still wearing blue and white striped hospital pants, and he was wearing a pair of hard plastic blue slippers.

He wanted to call out to Allen who was walking away, but he held his finger in his mouth and muttered to himself: It doesn't seem to be dressed like that, but the master is so handsome.

director's office.

Dean Kuisi leaned half of his body out of the window and shouted angrily: Stop him and take my bicycle back...

Allen, who climbed up the wall with his bicycle, turned a deaf ear and looked at the security guard who was 1.8 meters tall and 1.8 meters wide under the wall.

Jack, I really envy your figure. It's so even and you never gain weight no matter how much you eat. You are indeed a talented person. Allen said with an envious look on his face.

Guard Jack stuffed half a donut into his mouth and asked slowly: Alan, it's almost night. If you don't wear a bat suit and go out in a suit, there must be some ulterior secret.

Fat pig, get your bike back quickly and stop chatting...

The two of them turned a deaf ear to Dean Kuisi's roar and continued chatting about home affairs.

Wow, you can see this now, Jack. You should apply for the Gotham Police Department's Criminal Investigation Department and become a detective, instead of wasting your time as a security guard at Arkham Asylum.

Allen deliberately pulled the collar of his suit and showed off arrogantly: I registered an account on Century Lily.com, and someone asked me for a date the same day.

My last job was as a Gotham police officer. The salary was not high and my life was in danger, so I switched to Arkham.

Jack took out another hamburger from his pocket and said with a strange look in his eyes: Century Lily.com is a gay dating website. It turns out you are like this Allen.

What!?

Allen said angrily: I dated a man, I'm going to chop him to death.

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Don't eat too much, it's my bicycle, my bicycle...

Dean Quasi watched helplessly as guard Jack let Allen go and took away his newly purchased bicycle.

Allen was riding on the road to downtown Gotham.

Not to mention how happy I feel.

I'm so happy, I can eat and drink again.

After the rear wheel touched the ground, Allen raised the front of the car and shouted excitedly: Chasing the wind, you arrogant young man, ah ho...

The content of his chat with the guard was pure nonsense.

There is no such website at all. The two of them are masters and are trying to pull each other off.

The reason for their good relationship is that Allen brings him jungle snacks every time.

When it rained, Jack was very considerate and opened the side door to let Alan go.

Imperial Hotel.

The Court of Owls is where gatherings often take place.

Celebrities from all walks of life in Gotham dressed up for the occasion.

Holding goblets, they chatted in small groups about their current situation.

Allen wore an eyepatch as a whipwoman and entered the banquet from a side entrance.

I tried to walk through the front door. I was obviously dressed formally and appropriately, but the annoying doorman who took advantage of others refused to let me in.

So, Allen walked in invisibly.

Allen squinted his eyes back and forth, looking extremely serious.

Observing the breasts of dozens of women present, Allen came to a conclusion: The breasts here are indeed very dangerous.

Get some food first, I'm a little hungry.

Smelling the aroma, Allen walked straight to the buffet area and saw a steak with bone and meat in it. It was not even cut, and the whole piece was as big as a head.

Just as he was about to take away the whole piece, Allen noticed a mature and charming lady beside him looking at the steak.

I'll cut it for you.

After saying that, Allen took out the butcher's knife from his arms and cut off a whole piece with precision.

Immediately, he took back the butcher's knife and turned around gracefully, holding the bone handle of the tomahawk steak in one hand.

The lady was left alone, disheveled in the wind.

Selena, what did you find?

At this time, a young man in a suit came over and asked in a low voice.

The boy is of course Damian. He has been looking for Bruce to no avail, so he decisively asks his little mother Catwoman to help.

This man is so strange.

Catwoman Selina pointed at Allen's back.

Damian took a closer look. He was wearing a suit on the upper body and a hospital gown on the lower body. He was holding a huge tomahawk steak in his hand. He knew it was Allen without looking at the front.

The main thing is that Allen doesn't have any casual clothes and usually wears a hospital gown.

He quietly stepped forward, patted his shoulder suddenly, and called out: Alan, are you here?

ah…

The next moment, Damian's eyes were in pain.

Just because Allen was holding the steak in one hand and the seasoning bag in the other, and was tearing open the bag with his teeth.

When he turned his head, cumin powder was unexpectedly sprinkled into Damian's eyes.

Alan had no intention of paying attention to Damian, but looked at the empty seasoning packet with a pained expression.

Barbecue must be served with cumin, it has no soul now.

Allen has been working in Gotham for a long time, and he clearly remembers that the relief center on Fork Street distributes oriental food on the third of every month. After a rare Chinese barbecue, he asked for an extra pack of cumin chili noodles.

Next time, I don’t know if it will be the Year of the Monkey or the Year of the Horse.

Alan?

An old and majestic voice sounded from his ears.

Allen followed the source of the sound and saw an old man with tied hair looking at him.

Boss?

At the same time, Allen recognized who the other person was.

The leader of the Assassin's League, Ninja Master Lei Xiaoogu.

Lei Xiao Aogu stretched out his hand and said in a deep voice: Hand over the things.

After hearing this, Allen's expression suddenly changed, he subconsciously hid the tomahawk steak behind his back, and said seriously: Impossible.

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