Miao Mu shoved open the doors to the wastewater treatment workshop. The moment he stepped inside, he let out a scream.
Then, with a thud, he fell flat on his back, the pain nearly making his eyes pop out.
"Which bastard threw these marbles?!"
Clutching his back, Miao Mu rose with a twisted expression. The floor was covered in glass marbles, leaving nowhere to stand.
He kicked a few aside, clearing enough space to get his footing.
Miao Mu glared furiously and clenched the hexagram hanging around his neck. The effect of True Eye activated.
"Gordon! Where are you?"
Miao Mu drew his pistol and walked farther inside, keeping his feet close to the ground as he kicked the glass marbles away.
The workshop was fairly large, with huge machines and pipes filling the center. They had stationed seven people from Major Crimes Unit One here.
But... Miao Mu couldn't see a single person.
"Gordon!"
Miao Mu's voice echoed through the workshop. Someone beneath a canvas tarp heard him and began muffled cries.
The tarp bulged and shifted. Miao Mu kicked aside the marbles on the floor and ran over, though he still cautiously scanned the surroundings.
After checking the tarp again, he pulled a folding fruit knife from his pocket and cut a slit into it.
He had no intention of gambling on the Joker's twisted sense of humor. When the tarp was cut open, the people beneath it turned out to be members of the Major Crimes Unit. They weren't dead, but they weren't in good shape either.
Tied up in the middle and crying through her gag was Major Crimes Unit detective Renee Montoya. The Joker had even thoughtfully drawn a red X on her forehead.
Miao Mu didn't tear the tape off Renee's mouth. He merely