Arrested

Gotham City's super-criminals have been off the radar for many years, so these past few terms of police officers have been very inexperienced in dealing with those weirdos. But the good thing is that the police here have always been very strong, so under the command of Commissioner Gordon, the ambulance was quickly blocked four blocks away.

　　Of course, so smoothly blocked this ambulance, also and Ziliang's cooperation has a lot to do with, he was afraid that those people lost, so deliberately drive at the slowest speed, and all picked the route with security cameras, otherwise, if he stopped in a small alley next to a change of clothes, and came out to find a place with a lot of people to cover their heads, followed by everyone squealing, it will not be so simple to find him again.

　　Street, more than a dozen police cars have been surrounded by Ziliang, police officers with guns, eyes do not dare to blink at the ambulance in front of them, afraid of what happens again.

　　Ziliang also did not sell off, very cooperative directly push open the car door and walked out.

　　In an instant, all the police officers are like a big enemy, "click click click", a series of bullets loaded sound rang out.

　　"Don't move!"

　　"Drop your gun!"

　　"You are surrounded!"

　　Well, or these few words of nonsense, Ziliang listened to a face of impatience, he looked around with false eyes, facing the oohs and aahs of police and at least dozens of guns, very natural to finish the last puff of smoke in his hand, and then threw it to the ground.

　　In fact, throwing smoke this one, the crowd has a few timid reflexes like a shiver, and even some people have brainstormed "a puff of smoke was blown out, and then the man disappeared." This kind of endure the picture that will appear only in the movie.

　　But this image will certainly not appear, because as long as out of their own small hospital, Ziliang is just an ordinary person, so the cigarette was dropped on the ground, just a little bounce, nothing happened.

　　Then Ziliang slowly raised his hands high, restored the ground turned around, as if performing a curtain call to everyone, he did not have any weapons ...

　　And the next second, there are no less than a dozen people instantly rushed up, the robber will be tied up, handcuffed.

　　...

　　...

　　Three hours later, the Gotham Police Department.

　　The door of the interrogation room was heavily pushed open, and Sergeant Gordon walked in, throwing an in-ear microphone with thin wires wrapped around it, and a blood-soaked sleeve onto the table.

　　At the moment, Zira was leaned backwards in his chair, wearing only the rumpled shirt.

　　"Use the phone to record the gunshots beforehand, then with the lighter take the guard's pistol, take the hostage and then lure the police over. After that you had the wounded guard kneel at the door, then tied everyone's hands and feet and fastened paper bags so no one could see what you had done ...," Sheriff Gordon said stoically, "but right after that you switched the guard's clothes with your own switched, snapped on a paper bag and disguised it as him kneeling at the door ... During this time, you kept using this."

　　Gordon picked up the in-ear microphone and measured it fiercely in front of Ziliang: "Then you were disguised as if you had been shot and were walking toward us while talking to me in the paper bag. The microphone was wrapped with a wire and tied to the door of the bank, which would be removed as soon as you walked past a certain length, and finally you just had to act like you were in immense pain and let the paramedics carry you to the ambulance."

　　Gordon said all this before sitting down in the chair opposite Zira and looking at him quietly.

　　"Hey -" Ziliang laughed, "Did you come up with these on your own after the fact, or did you go and transfer the bank's surveillance?"

　　Gordon completely ignored Ziliang, he leaned on the table, very oppressive stand up close to the other ...: "Who the hell are you?"

　　"I told you, I'm Ziliang."

　　"That's just a name, I checked your information, there's no such person as you in Gotham City, and you're not in the entry records for six months, so who are you really, and how did you show up?"

　　"It's-" Zira pulled a long tone and seemed to be thinking hard, "I'm sorry, I can't explain it to you."

　　"Why?"

　　"Because you can't understand, and even if you did, you'd think I'm a psychopath."

　　Commissioner Gordon slammed the table, "Bastard, don't play tricks on me."

　　"Okay, okay." Zi Liang yelled helplessly, "I'm a traveler, I travel through time and space, breaking through the divide between worlds to find an element that makes up this universe, because ..."

　　"Shit!" Before Ziliang could finish, Gordon cursed as he pinched between his eyebrows in an extremely helpless manner. Because he immediately realized that this bastard called Zi Liang was the type of person he didn't want to encounter the most.

　　Whether it's those criminals who think they're smart, or all muscular to be known for their violent homicidal maniacs, Gordon has many ways to deal with them, and his biggest headache is this kind of crazy who simply can't make sense, because people don't know what he's doing or what he really wants, a person you simply can't understand ... is like that person from ... many years ago.

　　Once he thought back to that guy, Gordon felt his whole body go into an eerie coldness, as if he was back in that darkest, most horrible time.

　　"He is dead ... you saw him die with your own eyes ..."

　　Gordon kept chanting in his mind, which finally broke away from that crazy memory.

　　"Uh ... you seem to be uncomfortable just now." Zilian's voice came with what seemed to be a genuine touch of concern.

　　Gordon lifted his head and looked carefully at this guy who had come out of nowhere.

　　"You're practically psychotic." He said as if to conclude.

　　Ziliang immediately nodded, seemingly happy that the other party recognized this, and also did not forget to remind as if to say: "Yes, yes - psychotic, a psychotic criminal who just blew up a bank."

　　Gordon rubbed on his feet, he did not fist and kick at Ziliang, nor did he yell at him anything, because he knew that it was useless, so many years and all kinds of crazy people fighting around, so he summed up one of the most simple and effective method.

　　That is, as long as the capture, no need for any trial, and do not have to try to understand them, in short, is directly locked up, and even the court trial can be omitted, otherwise it is likely to fall into their designed trap.

　　So, Gordon walked out of the interrogation room without saying a word ...

　　"Arrange the staff directly, right now, and send this bastard to Arkham Asylum, I'll communicate with the judge."

　　He said to a staff member on the side.