In Gotham, fear was inseparable from Scarecrow—the man with a tattered burlap sack over his head and a body as skinny as a stick.
He would have been an inconspicuous figure anywhere else, but in Gotham, such an inconspicuous person had become a supervillain.
The Fear Gas he developed had dealt Batman several devastating blows, to the point that... it later became ineffective against Batman.
Miao Mu stood at the restaurant entrance wearing a mask, watching the ambulance take the injured away. Mm, they had sent off two.
The Assassin League had dozens of plans to destroy Gotham, including but not limited to releasing viruses, blowing up reservoirs, building nuclear bombs, and manipulating the economy.
From that perspective, Gotham truly was beset by disasters...
But the Assassin League was working with Scarecrow...
Miao Mu cast a profound look at a pigeon descending from the rooftop. "Then don't blame me for being merciless..."
As the sun set, Miao Mu put on a thick trench coat that concealed the battery pack at his waist, along with a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun, a pistol, and a sturdy metal cable.
Once everything was ready, Miao Mu picked up the cigarettes from the table. Looking at the broken window, he clenched one between his teeth, lit it with a lighter, and headed outside.
"Mumu!"
"Chief!"
"Boss!"
The moment Miao Mu stepped outside, all sorts of calls rang out. Jerry wore thick body armor and carried a Thompson submachine gun over his shoulder, its drum magazine packed full of bullets.
Otis carried that pitchfork over his shoulder and leaned against the wall. With a gas mask on his face, he waved at Miao Mu.
Six other officers stood nearby, all dressed in body armor as well. The money had not been spent for nothing, and neither