Chapter 153 Infiltrating Gotham

"What did you say?"

Harley's face was full of surprise but also incredible.

"Has Mr. J really escaped?"

"But why didn't he come to me... No, how do I know if you are lying to me?"

Harley's expression of surprise disappeared in an instant, and she was replaced by a scrutinizing face.

"You are not imprisoned in Arkham, how do you know what happened in the mental hospital? Cobblepot."

She is the kind of person who can suddenly change her temperament at any time and anywhere.

"We don't need to lie to you about this kind of thing."

At this time, Deadshot stood up to testify. He was also the only trustworthy guy among the people present.

Although Freud was an executioner, he dared to kill anyone as long as you could afford the money. It is possible that he helped you kill your enemy in one second, and you will be killed in the next second because of the enemy's transfer before his death.

There is no professional ethics at all.

Ordinary professional killers will not accept orders from their own clients, but Deadshot's reputation is not. "The Joker has been imprisoned in the deepest level of the asylum from beginning to end, where he is the only one..." "Oh, God! Mr. J must be very lonely all these years, he needs my company." Hearing this, Harley's mood changed again, and she almost spoke in a crying voice. "I didn't accompany him when he needed me most. No wonder he didn't want to see me after he came out. Woohoo, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Mr. J..." Harley suddenly burst into tears. Penguin: "..." Black Mask: "..." Deadshot: "..." Bane: "..." Scarecrow: "..." "So, when did Mr. J leave the asylum?" Several people looked at each other, and then said in unison. "We don't know..." "There are not many people around here. Make sure it's safe and come up." Gotham, an uninhabited beach around Miller Port. A black and white puppy suddenly climbed out of the sea and onto the shore. It first looked around, then sniffed everywhere on the beach with its nose.

After confirming that no one was nearby, Charlie shouted into the sea.

"Huh, I almost suffocated to death."

I saw Maggieson in a diving suit swimming up from the sea and taking a few deep breaths of air.

That's right, he and Charlie swam directly from New York to Gotham not long ago.

After all, they couldn't take public transportation, and they couldn't use hang gliders, because the teleportation distance was too short.

It would be great if they could be invisible, but unfortunately Maggieson didn't know this kind of magic.

In summary, the easiest way was to swim over.

It took a full four hours to swim to the vicinity of Miller Harbor. Of course, normal humans couldn't hold their breath for so long.

So before setting off, Maggieson made a few magic charms so that he and Charlie could temporarily inhale air from the sea water through their pores so that they wouldn't drown.

Maggieson's physical strength is amazing now. He can swim for four hours without feeling exhausted. Charlie often gets tired, so Maggieson will carry him on his back.

When the man and the dog are about to reach the port, the effect of the magic charm disappears naturally.

But they can't go up directly from the port, because Miller Port has long been occupied by countless gangsters.

It's not possible not to go up from here. Miller Port is the closest port to Gotham in a straight line. It takes a lot more time to go ashore from other places.

Maggieson doesn't have so much time to waste, so he began to look for a relatively hidden place to go ashore near Miller Port.

Let Charlie go up to check the situation first. After all, no one will suspect a cute puppy.

Even if he runs into the enemy, there will be no problem.

In fact, this is the third place that Maggieson has found that is more suitable for going ashore.

If he can't find a suitable place again, he can only force his way into Miller Port.

"Get out of here quickly, the smell of people is approaching here, and we will be seen in two minutes!"

Suddenly, Charlie's nose moved, and the patrolman was about to arrive.

Hearing this, Maggieson immediately looked down and saw that the beach was covered with his and Charlie's footprints.

There was no time left to remove the footprints.

Once these were seen, the news that outsiders had entered Gotham could not be concealed.

"I can't care so much, I can only try that method."

Without time to think, Maggieson picked up Charlie and ran out of the beach quickly.

More than a minute passed.

Maggieson turned around as soon as he stepped out of the beach and stretched out his hand to the long string of footprints behind him.

"Repair it!"

A magical scene happened.

Starting from Maggieson's feet, the footprints that had run all the way and the footprints that were originally left on the beach all disappeared, and the sand returned to a state where no one had stepped on it.

However, only Maggieson's footprints disappeared, and the claw marks that Charlie stepped on the shore could not be eliminated.

Now we can only hope that the patrol guys won't be so suspicious that they will sound the alarm when they see the paw prints left by the dog.

Ten seconds later, a group of gangsters came over.

Maggieson and Charlie immediately hid behind the container next to them.

"Wait, look, it seems that someone has stepped on a lot of footprints there!"

As expected, someone found Charlie's paw prints as soon as they arrived.

"You two, go and see what's going on."

The leader of the team spoke.

"I don't know how to explain it, but these don't look like human footprints..."

"Can you fucking explain it clearly? What do you mean by not human footprints? Are you trying to say that a Bigfoot ran onto our beach?"

The leader was a little upset by his subordinates' ambiguous description.

"Although it may be hard to believe, I am sure these are dog footprints."

The subordinate who spoke just now continued.

"Why not cat footprints?"

Another subordinate who was with him asked back.

"No, no, no, I'm sure it's a dog's, because my grandma used to have many dogs, so I know."

"But don't you think these paw prints are too small? They look more like cat's."

"Some breeds of dogs are smaller than cats, and you can't tell cats and dogs apart by the size of their paw prints."

The subordinate who claimed that his grandma had raised many dogs talked freely, with a strong confidence in his eyes.

"Look carefully at these prints, can you see that there are sharp protrusions on each toe? Only dog's paw prints will be like this, because cats will retract their paws when walking, so the footprints left behind usually only leave the soles and toes..."

"You two idiots!"

The leader yelled at the two.

"I don't care which stray cat or dog ran to the beach, we don't have time to care about these little things!"

"Come back quickly and continue patrolling!"

Soon, the patrol team disappeared from Maggieson's sight.

"Charlie, let's go now."