Henry Duca!

The current name of Master Ninja, it doesn’t matter what his real name is. He has many identities, and his name is just a code name to him. Just know that he is the leader of the Shadow Warrior Alliance.

The Shadow Warriors Alliance has been passed down for a long time and has not yet fallen for hundreds of years. The meaning of its existence is to fight against the Ministry... Ahem, it is to maintain the order and justice of the world and eliminate degeneration and corruption.

Gotham is a breeding ground for crime. Through its high crime rate, it can attract a large number of scumbags and villains every year, and use it to stimulate the tourism industry, promote sustainable economic development, and achieve a healthy and good criminal industry cycle.

The criminal families, secret organizations and gangs in Gotham City are mixed, and parasites absorb the blood of the city and push them step by step into the abyss. The government's inaction, the police's incompetence, the people's numbness, and everything makes the city look hopeless.

In Duka's eyes, Gotham is a cancer of the disease. It should be removed as soon as possible while the cancer cells have not spread wildly. You can't say that Duka's mind is wrong. He just has a hole in his brain. If it is replaced by the martial arts world, it is a martial arts genius flying out of his head.

Although Duka has a extreme mindset and loves to go to extremes in his work, his skills are indeed extraordinary and reaching the limits of ordinary people. The shadow warriors trained by him are lurking and assassinating everything, and they are all good at being ten.

Arkham is a mental hospital, at most a prison with strict garrisons. It is easy for hidden warriors to sneak in. These executioners who have been active in the dark all year round are like real shadows, with their tactical execution capabilities as accurate as scalpels, dismembering enemies layer by layer, and the final blow is fatal.

Without everyone's notice, they had already kept Arkham firmly in their hands, at least... on the surface.

Obtaining Arkham, Duka's shadow disappeared a lot. He felt that his previous concern was that he had been over-thinking. He ordered his subordinates to perform the task as planned and pour hallucination poison into Gotham's tap water pipe, and he will kill the Scarecrow, the collaborator of this plan!

'Scarecrow' Klein, the director of the Arkham Mental Hospital. He is a psychiatrist and a part-time doctoral supervisor. He often gives lectures at Gotham University.

As an outstanding psychiatrist, Klein himself is a mental illness. His madness and paranoia in revenge on society stems from the tragic experiences of his student days. Klein is one of the victims of violence on campus in the United States. Because of his tall and thin figure, he is responsible for the role of punching bag in the school. He is also weak when he was bullied repeatedly, as soft as a noodle. The classmates kindly nicknamed him "Scarecrow".

That year's eighteen alma mater dance party~

Standing like a nouveau

At that time, Klein swears with tears in his eyes

Everyone must see him ~

All in all, this is an inspirational story!

Klein is now successful in his career and is well-known in the academic world. He is the dean of Arkham. He is the focus every time he returns to school. Klein, a Gotham celebrity, is very emotional in his most flashy shirt. Some people don’t forget to put their hands in their bags even if they take photos.

However, he has been missing recently and has not appeared in Arkham for many days. It is said that he is traveling abroad. Before leaving, he ordered Miss Quizel to give full responsibility for the work of the hospital until he returns.

People sighed that they were always in good condition with weapons. Quizel was an intern doctor half a year ago, but he ended up leaning against Klein's thigh and was promoted to the top leader of the hospital like a Rocket.

Duka didn't know about the above. He only knew that he would communicate with Klein normally every day, and his plan was smooth and stable. Now that his goal has been achieved, Klein has no value in use, it is time to send Klein to see God.

At the door of the dean's office, Duka tidied up his bow tie, whispered his hair, and then he was energetic and pushed open the door.

"Clay..." As soon as he pushed open the door, Duca was stunned, and the scene in the office stunned him.

Quizel was wearing a nurse pretending to be Duke's thigh, with his hands wrapped around his neck, and his two long straight legs were covered with white silk. The nurse's costume was the kind of slit with the hem of the skirt, which was very high and almost opened to a creaking nest.

The scene was a little awkward. Duke coughed lightly, pushed Quizel away, picked up a tissue paper to wipe the big red lips on his face.

"Who are you? Where is Klein?" Duca asked with a straight face.

"I am Duke, the acting president of Arkham. You can call me President Du. Mr. Klein is on a long vacation. It's not sure when he will come back. You can tell me if you have anything to do." Duke opened the drawer slowly, put on gold-rimmed glasses, and looked like a dean.

Of course, when Quizel sat on his lap, he was more like the dean!

"Nonsense, I was on the phone with Klein before I came, and he said he would wait for me in the dean's office." Duka was puzzled, thinking that Klein had seen through his thoughts of killing the donkey, so he found a scapegoat who only knew how to do office scandals.

"This is impossible. Klein is not in the service area at all!" Duke shook his head and denied.

Duka narrowed his eyes, tagged Duke and Quizel as death-dead, and took out his cell phone from his arms. As soon as he dialed Klein's number, the office remembered a crisp and pleasant ringtone.

"Gourd baby, gourd baby, I lost three of them as soon as I was born! The wind and rain were blowing, and there were three more, and I was left~ Dingdangdongdongdang, no~ Dingdangdongdongdang, I was caught~"

Duke looked at Duka with a little apology, then answered the phone, cleared his throat and said, "Hey, I'm Klein, Master Ninja, have you arrived?"

The voice belonging to Klein rang out from his cell phone. Duca's face turned cold and cut off the phone, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Where is Klein?"

The same question as before, but the tone was completely different, and the naked murderous intent was unconcealed, the ninja master's anger reached its limit.

"Didn't I say it? I'm Arkham's acting dean!" Duke said as he put down his cell phone, pointed to the nameplate on his chest, and the 'Dean' written in gold paint made people unable to open their eyes.

As he was talking, Duke took out the remote control and turned on the surveillance TV in the dean's office. In the picture, more than a dozen shadow dancers were pouring green liquid into the tap water pipe.

Duca suddenly looked furious, and an uncontrollable murderous intent burst out in his eyes. He knew that he had been fooled. From the beginning, there was no Klein, all of it was Duke's conspiracy.

"Let your people stop doing useless work. Those hallucinations are apple-flavored Fanta. If they fall down, citizens should complain about the water plant. They are all miserable people who earn money to support their families. Why bother them!" Duke added lightly.

"You! Dead!!" Duka's accumulated anger erupted like a volcano. After gritting his teeth and saying this, he jumped towards Duke, secretly vowing to tear Duke to pieces.

Duke crossed his legs, folded his hands on his knees, and leaned calmly on the boss's chair. Without him, Quizel, wearing a nurse's outfit, rushed out like a sharp sword.

boom!

Duka felt a blur before her eyes, and a heavy object hit her chest. She breathed a short sigh. She felt like she was hit by a car that was galloping at high speed, and she flew backwards and fell out of the dean's office door.

Duka, who was lying on the ground, almost didn't breathe. He covered his chest and struggled for a few times, but he didn't get up. The ground in the hospital was very cold, but Duka's heart was even colder because he was beaten away without seeing anything clearly.

No power to fight back!

Kuizel smiled brightly, stepped out of the dean's office with slender high heels and elegant cat steps. His slender waist was shaken and twisted, white silk, chopstick legs, and high heels were very eye-catching, and heels were directly showing the achievements of the Year of Play.

Duka took a breath, endured the pain and got up, running wildly without turning his head back. On the way to escape in a panic, he did not forget to ask his subordinates to retreat. When he rushed to the hospital gate, hundreds of shadow warriors had gathered around Duka, with many people, and his heart was relieved.

At this moment, the roaring engine roared, and with the harshness of the brakes, the Batmobile blocked the hospital door. The car door was pushed open, and Batman ignored the many shadow warriors, locked Duka with sharp eyes, and said coldly: "Long time no see, Duka! Or, I should call you Master Ninja!"

"Bruce, do you know everything?" Duka said in surprise. When he was teaching Batman, he used the identity of the spokesperson of the Ninja Master, and believed that he was disguised and there was no possibility of being seen through by Batman.

"Your disguise is not perfect. When I got the black cat, I figured out everything." Batman replied. The potion strengthened not only his physical fitness, but also made his mind more flexible. The doubts buried in his heart before can be understood now.

To put it bluntly, Batman has become smarter.

"Kill him and let's leave here!" Duka ordered the people around him. Arkham made him feel extremely insecure and didn't want to stay for a second.

The shadow warriors drew their long swords and rushed up, and a fierce and murderous aura suddenly filled the air.

With powerful enemies around, hundreds of people, Batman's expression remained unchanged, and he raised his hips and walked forward with big strides. The Batmobile window automatically fell down, and a passionate bgm sounded.

I am Bruce Wayne, I am Batman from Gotham City. Now I face 100 Shadow Warriors, all of whom are strong at the level of cold weapons proficiency. In the past, I struggled to fight five at a time. But now... I don’t feel any turbulent in my heart, and I even want to laugh a little.

All of this is because I am super crazy now, and I am afraid of being crazy!
Chapter completed!