Standing in the street, Miao Mu only wanted to say one thing: Was this still Gotham? Where the hell had he been dumped?
The cars parked along the street had their windows smashed in, and someone had even set them on fire. In this pitch-black night, they had replaced the broken streetlights, illuminating the road.
Roaring flames and black smoke surged into the sky. In truth, Miao Mu was no stranger to scenes like this.
What was unfamiliar was the person looting the supermarket beside him while wearing a hood. That outfit was far too conspicuous.
More than conspicuous—he owned one himself. It was a Gotham City police uniform, with the white GCPD emblem on the back.
At first, Miao Mu thought this was someone who had stolen a police uniform to loot the place. Then he picked up a trash can from the roadside and knocked her down with it, pulling open her jacket.
Inside were a bulletproof vest, a service pistol, and identification. She was a second-grade detective with the Gotham Police Department.
"Impressive." Miao Mu praised her speechlessly, then got up and headed outside, casually grabbing a chocolate nut bar to eat.
After walking half a block, Miao Mu came back, took out two coins, and tossed them onto the smashed-up checkout counter.
Now, Miao Mu strongly suspected that the person who had smashed the register was the cashier herself. Gotham really was in chaos, but it had nothing to do with anyone else.
At this rate, it might as well be destroyed already.
Miao Mu stood by the roadside, chewing his chocolate. Today's chocolate tasted especially bitter.
"Big brother, can you help me?"
A little boy ran over, clutching several stuffed toys in his arms. None of their tags had been removed.
"What is it?" Miao