Two days later, in the bar basement.
Jiang Hao looked over the room full of weapons and nodded in satisfaction. Pistols, shotguns, sniper rifles, submachine guns, even grenades, flashbangs, and vast quantities of ammunition. As expected of America—getting weapons was just that easy.
After sending everyone else away, Jiang Hao stored a batch of weapons and ammunition in his spatial storage.
Although he had flying swords and spells, making killing easier than guns, sometimes there was no need to kill anyone. The sound of rapid gunfire alone was enough to intimidate certain people.
As for manpower, Iron Fist was recruiting. He had contacted a mercenary squad, and they would arrive in a few days.
Ever since Jiang Hao took over Gala Bar, business had actually grown better and better. In Gotham City, the city of crime, the Joker was undoubtedly famous and had a group of admirers. Once they learned this was the Joker's bar, many came to show their support, making the place increasingly lively.
As for Arkham Asylum, someone discovered what had happened when they came to work the next day and immediately called the police. A large number of officers rushed over, rescued the imprisoned doctors and guards, and discovered that all the mentally ill felons had escaped.
Once word got out, reporters rushed over for interviews. Cameras focused on the imprisoned doctors and guards. A female doctor burst into tears and sobbed as she said:
"The Joker was the mastermind. He released all the psychiatric inmates, had us captured and electrocuted, then tied us up and threw us into dark isolation rooms. I was terrified all night. I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown."
A guard trembled as he accepted an interview. "They tortured me with high-voltage electricity for a long time. I'm terrified now.