章節 153: Infiltrating Gotham
"What did you say?"
Harley was full of disbelief.
"Has Mr. J really escaped?"
"But why didn't he come to me… No, how do I know whether you're not lying to me?"
The shock on Harley's face turned up in an instant and was replaced with a judgemental face.
"How do you know what's going on in the asylum if you weren't locked up in there, Cobblepot?"
She was such a moody person!
"We don't have to lie to you about this."
At this point, Deadshot came forward to testify, and he was the only trustworthy guy among the people present.
Floyd is a hitman, as long as you can afford to pay, he will assassinate anyone for you. It is possible that he will have just killed the enemy for you in a second, but in the next one, you will become his target, because the enemy has wired him money to kill you on his deathbed.
He has no professional ethics to speak of.
Ordinary professional killers will not take orders against their clients, but Deadshot's notorious for that.
"The Joker has been imprisoned in the deepest floor of the asylum from the beginning to the end, where he is the only person held…"
"Oh my God! Mr. J must have been lonely all these years and he needed my company."
Hearing this, Harley's mood changed again. She almost cried while speaking.
"I wasn't with him when he needed me the most, no wonder he didn't want to see me after he came out. Owww, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Mr. J…"
Harley burst into tears.
The Penguin: "…"
Black Mask: "…"
Deadshot: "…"
Bane: "…"
Scarecrow:"..."
"So, when did Mr. J leave the asylum?"
Several people looked at each other, then said in unison.
"We do not know..."
"There was no one around there. We secured the place and then came up."
Gotham, an uninhabited beach around Port Miller.
A black-and-white puppy suddenly climbed from the sea to the shore. He first looked around, and then sniffed everywhere on the beach with his nose.
After confirming that no one was around, Charlie barked into the sea.
"Huh, I almost suffocated."
In the next moment, Mathison, wearing a diving suit, came ashore from below the sea and took a few breaths of air.
That's right, he swam straight from New York to Gotham with Charlie not long ago.
After all, he can't take any form of transportation. He couldn't use a glider, and his teleportation distance is too short.
It would be nice if he could turn invisible, but it's a pity that Mathison doesn't have this kind of magic.
All in all, the easiest way is to just swim.
It took an entire four hours to reach Gotham's Miller Harbor. Of course, normal humans can't hold their breath for such a long time.
So before departure, Mathison crafted a few magic charms, so that he and Charlie could temporarily rely on their pores to inhale oxygen from the seawater, so that they would not drown.
Mathison's current physical strength is amazing; he didn't lose much stamina after swimming for four hours. Charlie often got exhausted, and during that time, Mathison had to carry him on his back and continue swimming.
When they were about to arrive at the port, the effect of the magic charms disappeared naturally.
But they couldn't go up directly from the port, because Miller Harbor has already been occupied by countless gangsters.
Unfortunately, they had no other way. In a straight line distance, Miller Harbor is the closest port from New York to Gotham. It takes a lot of time to get ashore from other places.
Mathison didn't have that much time to spend, so he started looking for a relatively secluded location near Port Miller to go ashore.
So, he let Charlie go up to check the situation first. After all, no one would suspect a cute puppy.
Even if he runs into an enemy, there will be no problem.
In fact, this was Mathison's third attempt to look for a good place for disembarkation.
If he couldn't find another suitable location, he would have to force his way into Miller's Harbor.
"Get out of here, I smell someone approaching this place, and he'll see us in two minutes!"
Suddenly, Charlie's nose moved. The patrolmen were about to arrive.
Hearing this, Mathison immediately looked down and saw that the beach was covered with his and Charlie's footprints.
The time left was not enough to clear the footprints.
Once they are seen, their news of breaching Gotham can no longer be concealed.
"I don't care. I can only try that method."
Without time to think about it, Mathison picked up Charlie and quickly ran to the beach.
More than a minute passed.
As soon as he stepped out of the beach, Mathison turned around and extended his hand to face the long trail of footprints behind him.
"Reparo!"
A miraculous scene occurred.
Starting from Mathison's feet, the footprints from his position to the end of the beach had all disappeared, and the sand had returned to its previous state.
But only Mathison's footprints disappeared, and Charlie's paw prints on the shore could not be removed.
Now, they can only hope that the guys on patrol won't be so suspicious that they'll sound the alarm due to a dog's paw prints.
After ten seconds, a group of gangsters came over.
Mathison and Charlie immediately hid behind the container next to them.
"Wait, look, there seem to be a lot of footprints!"
Sure enough, someone found Charlie's paw prints as soon as they arrived.
"You two, go and scan the place."
The leader of the squad ordered.
"Although it may be hard to believe, these don't look like human footprints…"
"What are you talking about? What do you mean they don't look like human footprints? Are you trying to say that bigfoot ran onto our beach?"
The leader was a little irritated by his subordinate's ambiguous description.
"I'm sure these are dog footprints."
The man who spoke earlier followed.
"Why not a cat?"
Another man who was with him asked rhetorically.
"No no no, I'm sure it's a dog. My grandma had a lot of dogs before. That's how I know."
"But don't you think these paw prints are too small? More like cats."
"Some breeds of dogs are smaller than cats, and you can't tell a cat from a dog by the size of the paw prints."
The subordinate who claimed that his grandmother had raised many dogs spoke eloquently, and a strong self-confidence bloomed in his eyes.
"If you look closely at these prints, you can see that there are sharp protrusions on each toe, only dogs' footprints can leave that. Cats fold their claws when they walk, so the footprints left by them only leave the soles and toes…"
"You two idiots!"
The leader yelled at the two of them.
"I don't care which stray cat or dog is on the beach, we don't have time for these little things!"
"Come back quickly, let's continue patrolling!"
Soon, the patrol disappeared from Mathison's field of vision.
"Charlie, let's go now."
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