"Who delivered the letter?" Nygma hurried over in a car, dressed in a green suit and holding a cane as he turned to look.
At the entrance to Arkham Asylum, Otis, dressed in a black suit, stood nearby and raised a hand toward Deadshot Lawton, who was crouching on the ground loading bullets into his gun.
"Boss Miao Mu sent me. The letter was delivered. He said the person who received it would arrange work for me."
Lawton snapped the cylinder of his revolver shut, rose without hesitation, and met Nygma's gaze.
Nygma knew Deadshot. After all, Lawton still ranked near the top in his database.
"Very well, Mr. Lawton. Or perhaps I should call you Deadshot. Since Miao Mu sent you here, it means he trusts you. I hope you won't betray that trust."
"Of course. I don't like betraying my boss. Assassins have principles too. The boss is God."
Nygma nodded and turned to Otis. "Where is Doctor Simon Hurt?"
"Room J6 on the second floor. He's examining Scarecrow." Otis spoke with a gloomy expression.
With unexpected figures right under his nose, Otis was indeed somewhat disappointed in himself. He would not doubt Miao Mu's judgment, much less question Miao Mu's choices.
A rat from the gutter could have a clean identity, walk the streets openly with his head held high—he was already satisfied.
"Good. Make the arrangements. We need to pick up a patient. Ask Doctor Simon Hurt to come help."
After giving the order, Nygma looked at Lawton again. "I heard you're an excellent shot. How good?"
"I can shoot through three people's heads with one bullet!"
Lawton answered without hesitation. Perhaps he might fall short in other areas, but when it came to firearms and weapons, a bullet's trajectory would only strike where he chose.