Since Quinn and others are so efficient, let them continue.
You can wait until the end, someone really gets the Nighthawk's inheritance, and then Xia Yanzhen takes action.
"You stay here and watch while I go back." Xia Yanzhen said to Tiamat, took out the Book of Sacred Purification and stepped on it with the Wings of Light.
Tiamat quickly became the size of an earring and fell downwards.
Inside the warehouse.
Quinn and the Mad Hatter stared at each other.
"Tell me, what should we do now?" the Mad Hatter asked, his tone very impatient, as if he was the one talking.
"Ahem." Quinn coughed, "What, I have medicine."
The psychic Mado is back, but there's a little problem.
When Quinn tried to arrest people, they came through the wall, and everyone was seriously injured.
Maduo is no exception. He is in a coma and will have difficulty waking up for a while. If not treated in time, the injury will worsen and become more serious.
"That stupid potion of yours, right? You haven't started fighting with anyone yet!" The Mad Hatter spat at Quinn.
The fool's potion is a special drug commonly used by Quinn and his cannon fodder.
Through intramuscular injection, people can become extremely strong, lose their sense of pain and gain super recovery power in a short period of time.
As long as the vital part is not hit, you will not die.
After the medication ends, some of its effects may still be retained.
If used multiple times, it will look like a little superman.
The price is what the Mad Hatter calls "foolishness."
After using it, your IQ will continue to decrease and you will become a fool.
Basically, the dog is half stupid once and completely stupid twice. The dog is smarter than the person who uses the fool potion.
Quinn is the only exception. I don’t know if it’s related to his dual personality.
When one personality suffers the side effects of the medicine and becomes a fool, the other personality is usually in charge.
Add another Husky personality if needed.
It sounds ridiculous, but Gotham's supervillains never talk about "science."
"The potion will help her recover."
"Then you became a fool, right? Your other fool personality now has the upper hand?" the Mad Hatter mocked unceremoniously.
He is also interested in the Nighthawk legacy.
"This woman relies on her brain, not her muscles, do you understand?"
"Okay, it seems I have to take you to find a doctor."
"There are so many black doctors in Gotham, is it difficult?"
"...Trouble." That's what Quinn said, but he still took his little brother out of the warehouse with Mad Hatter in one hand and Mado in the other.
As soon as I left, a group of people appeared outside.
Another battle with loud gunshots.
"It's really lively."
Xia Yanzhen, who heard the noise in the sky, turned his head and took a look.
There is an air of freedom everywhere in Gotham.
Hospital.
Bill suddenly woke up from his coma, his nose filled with the smell of disinfectant.
He was lying on the hospital bed in a single room.
The Gotham Police Department's treatment for COPs is pretty good. Medical expenses for work-related injuries are fully reimbursed, and there are single rooms.
Otherwise, not many people would dare to do such a high-risk profession.
"Damn it! I promised to come just by calling my name!"
Bill looked outside, the sky was hazy, it was already evening, close to night.
He was unconscious for about half a day, but his condition seemed surprisingly good?
Bill moved his head and body, but didn't feel any pain.
"Am I okay?"
He murmured to himself, stretched out his hands and pressed his body, but he did not feel any pain.
"Of course it's okay."
A voice suddenly sounded.
Bill was startled, and when he turned around, he saw Munster Xia sitting on a chair.
"You are late!"
Seeing Xia Yanzhen, Bill immediately said.
If you come earlier, you can intercept Quen.
"It's not too late, I already know the whereabouts of Kun En." Xia Yanzhen said.
Tiamat stared.
After getting rid of those obstacles, Quinn found Gotham's hidden profession - the underground black doctor, and treated Mado and the Mad Hatter.
Yes, the Mad Hatter was treated too.
After several rounds of encirclement and fighting, some of Quinn's men were dead, some were seriously injured, and some were caught.
It was no longer possible to provide him with any help.
Quinn has become a loner, and more and more people and forces are looking for him, becoming more and more powerful.
Quinn needs help.
The Mad Hatter's injuries are easier to "treat". The broken bones are nailed with special steel nails, and then painless medicine is added.
He became a hero again every minute.
As for whether it will kill myself or leave sequelae.
It's not even within the scope of the Black Doctor, Quinn, or even the Mad Hatter himself.
The Mad Hatter had not sewed a hat for more than ten hours. He felt very uncomfortable and felt like there were ants crawling on his body.
He desperately needed to sew hats on people.
You still have to do it yourself.
Moreover, the Mad Hatter himself hopes to be able to move freely, otherwise he will have no power to protect himself.
On the contrary, the two of them were more concerned about Maduo's safety.
This woman is too fragile, don't let anything happen to her.
Fortunately, Maduo did not become a vegetative state or anything. She woke up after treatment and then fell asleep again.
According to the doctor, it will be almost done by tomorrow morning.
Not to mention a complete recovery, but at least I can communicate clearly without any problem.
Just after the treatment, all parties arrived as scheduled.
Once Quinn loses his head, it's difficult to completely hide it again.
Even if you don't show your head, you can't hide it for a few days.
After another chaos, Quinn and the Mad Hatter teamed up to get rid of their pursuers and ran away with Mado.
They should then have a few hours of rest.
Unlucky not even a few hours.
When will you be targeted again? It depends on your luck.
Tiamat followed, and Xia Yan really understood their actions and was not in any hurry.
You can even help them out.
Xia Yan really didn't forget the agreement he made with Bill. His injury was serious and he might not be able to get out of bed for a week.
Xia Yanzhen gave Bill some healing potion.
By the way, I also fed a little bit of Gaden. You can use it at any time when you need Gaden.
Of course, the more tool people the better.
Bill was injured less than Gordon and woke up earlier.
After hearing Xia Yanzhen say that he had the whereabouts of Kun En, he lifted up the quilt and started to look for her.
"Don't worry."
Xia Yanzhen signaled to Bill to be calm and calm, "It won't be too late for us to take action after Quinn and the others find Nighthawk's legacy."
"Isn't it too late?" Bill said, "And there might be a lot of people there by then."
Xia Yan can really grasp Kun En's whereabouts, but what about the others?
If others have the same idea, there will be huge chaos.
It's not easy to pull chestnuts out of the fire.
"Now that we find Quinn and take action, it means that we have become everyone's target." Xia Yanzhen said, "You don't want this either, Bill."
Judging from today's observations, Gotham has not threatened its own power for the time being.
But Xia Yanzhen never thought about jumping out and drawing all the attention to herself.
Why go to all that trouble.
Isn’t it good to be the “mastermind”?
It's not that I enjoy the pleasure of being in control of everything, but that there aren't so many messy things.
For example, this night, Xia Yanzhen could stay in one place quietly and concentrate on practicing the magic breath technique.
If we take the initiative, there will be an endless stream of customers, so how can we practice?
Steal half a day's leisure.
"Okay, I won't lose you." Bill agreed.
"Won't."
That night, Gotham was not quiet.
The first half of the night was okay, but in the second half of the night, Gordon was hurriedly discharged from the hospital and started running around.
There are various cases happening all over Gotham. Shooting and killing people are basic operations, while explosions are advanced operations.
There are also some fanatics who directly kidnap innocent citizens.
The idea of asking the Gotham police to hand over Nighthawk's legacy cannot be said to be very clear, but it is definitely very Gotham.
The COP of the Gotham Police Department is desperate, what can they do?
If they really had Nighthawk's legacy, they would definitely use it to kill these damn madmen as soon as possible - assuming the legacy could be used in this way.
The Gotham Police Department has to deal with various security incidents, and wait until it is announced that they have withdrawn from the fight for Nighthawk's legacy.
The manpower is limited and we are really busy.
This is also what many people want to see.
Neither the big shots nor the criminals want the Gotham Police Department to get Nighthawk's legacy.
If you can eliminate one person first, then eliminate one first.
Four o'clock in the morning.
Quinn placed a crystal ball in front of Mado.
"Put your hand up, press it on it, and try your best to think of Nighthawk's home." Mado said to the Mad Hatter.
The Mad Hatter did as he was told.
Maduo did not divination immediately, but said: "As promised, let me go after the divination."
"Don't worry." Quinn said.
It was a promise he intended to keep.
It's not because his conscience is still intact, but because Maduo is useful and he might be able to use her again in the future.
"Here we go, focus!"
Maduo stretched out her hand and tapped the side of the crystal ball with her fingers, as if playing a piano.
Following her movements, bursts of mist emitted from the crystal ball, vaguely forming blurry pictures.
"I can't see clearly at all." Kun
En muttered.
Maduo ignored him, her eyes kept turning white, staring at these pictures in the white mist.
The body was shaking.
A minute later, Maduo suddenly screamed strangely and fell backward to the ground.
"What's wrong?"
asked the Mad Hatter.
Quinn walked over and grabbed Mado: "Don't die! Where is Nighthawk's lair?"
In fact, Quinn once said that Mado would directly divine Nighthawk's legacy.
But Maduo said that divination cannot be done, and that there must be an action deeply connected with Nighthawk as a medium.
So we can only resort to divining Nighthawk's lair.
Maduo shook her head, her body seemed to be swaying, and it took a while for her to "calm down".
"In the 'Emond Rescue Center'." Maduo said immediately after calming down.
"Emond Rescue Center?"
Quinn was a little strange.
That place can be regarded as a famous landmark in Gotham.
It was funded and built by the deceased philanthropist Emond, mainly to help the homeless and homeless people survive Gotham's cold winter.
After Edmond's death, the rescue center continued to operate with funding from people from all walks of life.
If anyone wants to brush up their reputation as a "philanthropist", they will donate to the Edmond Rescue Center.
"Where is it at the rescue center?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure it's at the rescue center or nearby - as long as this guy is not mistaken." Mado looked at the Mad Hatter and said.
What she divined was the Mad Hatter's memory. If the Mad Hatter made a mistake, she had nothing to do.
"knew."
Kun En knocked Maduo unconscious with a knife.
Their soldiers are very fast, and their advantage over other forces in Gotham is the time difference of a few hours.
Maduo will not die, but she cannot be let out, as the news will spread too quickly.
Quinn's first-mover advantage is gone.
Quinn and the Mad Hatter left their temporary base and drove to the Edmond Rescue Center, unaware that a "little bug" was lying on the roof of the car, following them.
Edmond Rescue Center is located near Gotham Park, occupying a corner of the park.
The three rows of buildings are connected vertically, horizontally, and vertically, like a mountain without a vertical column in the middle.
The large open space in the middle belongs to the backyard of the rescue center and is also where the homeless spend the winter.
A roof has been built here to protect it from wind and rain, as well as a little bit of Gotham's blizzard weather.
Simple wooden houses were built on the ground to give people a place to stay.
It's winter in Gotham right now.
Although the blizzard has not yet arrived, the sub-zero temperature has made it unbearable for many homeless people.
The rescue point in the backyard of the rescue center is already full of people.
In the dark night, those people curled up as much as possible and huddled themselves in the blankets sent by the rescue center.
The surrounding buildings and thin wooden houses can block the cold wind, but they cannot block the low temperature.
There are no staff at the rescue center at night.
At a corner three streets away from here, a car was parked.
Two figures passed through the dark streets at extremely fast speeds and arrived at the rescue center.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The Mad Hatter easily drew a circle on the window glass with his sharp fingernails, reached in to open the locked window, and sneaked in with Quinn.
It's obvious that Quinn is not very good at sneaking into this kind of thing, and he stumbles from time to time.
Fortunately, in the rescue center building, there are no personnel on duty at night, let alone security guards, so no one will discover them.
The homeless people will not enter the building at night.
The rescue center has strict regulations, and there are two types of people who will never be rescued.
One is a drug addict, and the other is someone with a criminal record.
It is obviously a crime to enter the rescue center without permission. Once discovered, you will no longer be able to come here to have a hot and full meal in the future.
Half an hour later.
A rather impatient Quinn said: "Are you sure this is the nighthawk's nest?"
They searched the rescue center but found no trace of nighthawks.
"Of course I'm not sure, I've lost my memory." The Mad Hatter said, "Maybe this is where he works."
"None of the staff here has anything to do with Nighthawk," Quinn said.
They have already looked at the staff files, and none of them have physical characteristics similar to Nighthawk.
"Not the staff? Are they the homeless people?" The Mad Hatter suddenly looked towards the backyard.
"You mean Nighthawk is a homeless man? How is that possible?" Quinn didn't believe it.
How could that scary ghost from Gotham be a homeless man?
"How is it impossible! Come on, let's split up and check who has lived here for a long time."
Mad Hatter said hurriedly.
"Okay." Quinn said.
The rescue center does not have a complete archives room, and various materials are scattered here and there in several rooms.
Split checking is the most efficient.
But when Quinn walked into a room, the Mad Hatter quietly appeared at the window, opened the window, and fell into the backyard.
Just now, a fragment flashed in his mind.
At that time, he sneaked into the simple wooden house in the backyard, and then, a pair of cold and angry eyes occupied the Mad Hatter's entire sight.
I can no longer remember the cause and effect.
But the Mad Hatter remembers the number of the wooden house, No. 13!
There is the Eagle's Nest!
If you catch a cold, your nose will run like a fool.
There are only one update of 4,000 words today, so please forgive me.