At no time in the past would the Penguin Man have been so devastated by the cell problem. This was not his first time in prison.

It was not his first time to come to Blackgate Prison. Of course, he was more familiar with Arkham. But this time he asked for it. He sent himself to Blackgate Prison. There was one bad thing about it - Arkham was a mental hospital. The prisoners were not required to work. They only provided them with food and props that could not harm themselves, and then let them read, talk and rest.

But Black Gate, this place is different, especially with the new warden showing up.

Foolish Joseph is gone, and the new warden intends to transform Blackgate Prison into his own, but she does not understand Blackgate Prison, which is much deeper than she imagined.

Just as the penguin man was thinking, he was taken out by the prison police to participate in today's labor.

——Because of his performance, the status of the gang leader Penguin Man was judged to be "safe" and he could join the labor with other prisoners. However, they would naturally not bring out the killer crocodile to unclog the sewer because the danger was not proportional to the benefit.

However, today's route was a bit strange. They first went to the warehouse in Area B2 to transport a batch of machines, and then installed these machines under the guidance of technicians. After that, they began to learn how to operate these machines.

The person next to the penguin man held the cloth in his hand, looking confused: "What exactly are we going to do?"

"All we have to do is add fluorescent agent when we make the fabric, and then weave the damn thing," the Penguin Man twitched his lips. "But why stupid green fluorescent agent?"

He stared at the teaching materials that were displayed. The final version of the result was presented on the PPT. It was a green hood that was elastic and difficult to take off with external force. The hood was sewn with goggles, and the user would only show his eyes under the goggles. If this thing was not fluorescent green, he would suspect that it was used to rob a bank.

And on the piece of patchwork linked under the user's chin are the words written in black:

"Environmental".

"It looks like this is a uniform used by some kind of environmental protection organization or worker. It's ugly enough, but it must be conspicuous at night," the penguin thought, "but what does that have to do with me?"

Although he thought so, his men's actions were not perfunctory at all. Under the restrictions of the contract, whether the Penguin Man was willing or not, he would become a role model for criminals in prison - what a disgusting title.

After working for a period of time, they received an extra sausage and half an apple as dinner compared to other criminals as a reward for their work.

But on his way from the cafeteria to his cell, he was stopped again:

"Cobert?" The prison guard nodded to him, "I've moved you to another cell. Come with me."

The penguin man paused, smiled and said, "Okay, okay, can I ask who it is..."

The prison guard pushed him back to Area B2 and opened a door in the corner of the room where they were working today: "The warden thought you did a good job--"

The prison guard said calmly: "While working, you recorded the number of all the hoods and scratched them under the workbench with your fingernails."

The penguin man's face twisted for a moment.

"And you turned your head several times during work," the prison guard turned his head to signal him to look at the surveillance camera, "... all because a seagull landed on the windowsill. Do you miss it very much? You are very good at training birds. Mr. Cobblepot, this is the first time you have come up from underground to above ground since you were imprisoned in Blackgate Prison."

"I just," the penguin laughed, "I just really like those little cuties. What does the warden want me to do? I think I've always done a good job."

"Do what you are doing today," the prison guard said, "you will live here. All the hoods will be numbered in sequence. You must remember these numbers and make sure you know where any hood goes."

After the prison guard left, the penguin man was stunned for a moment before sitting on the bed.

Unless these hoods with the word "surround" sewn on them are only used inside the prison, does "knowing where to go" mean... that he has the possibility of leaving Blackgate Prison?

The Penguin Man gasped for breath, clenched and unclenched his hands. If he could leave the prison, he believed he could do a lot of things, such as finding a magician who was good at breaking curses.

He stared through the window of this door at the glowing green outside, the color of those hoods, but now he felt that these things were not ugly at all, they were all his little cuties.

It just so happened that Weiwei was helping the penguin people select users for its little cuties.

"Can't be too fat, can't be too thin, can't be too muscular, can't have iconic tattoos..." She sat in her chair and turned slowly. As she said this, half of the thousands of resumes on the system interface suddenly disappeared.

Weiwei vaguely felt that the system had become more user-friendly, not because the game optimization had become smarter, but... that indescribable smoothness. She felt that the system was running twice as fast!

"Should we go talk to Black Mask?" Weiwei continued to turn around, propping her chin with one hand. "Black Mask's current health value, let me see, 76, surrender, 15... But I never thought that just locking him up like that was also part of the interrogation, because I tortured his mind?"

Should I let him out if I want to leave first? Of course not.

Weiwei had to wait until the surrender progress bar was full... She had planned it well, but the problem was that these NPCs just didn't like to go according to plan.

In the early morning of the 29th, the prison guards rushed into the office and found that the warden had not slept yet, but was staying up late to read the criminals' information.

He didn't have time to think: "Ms. Bettywen, Black Mask killed his subordinate Cole. You know, they were locked in a room by magical forces, and then he killed him, threatening... threatening us to release him. If we don't do this, he will continue to kill people. That's what he said."

Weiwei frowned: "He is alone, and there are 27 others in the room. Although they are his subordinates, why can't they resist?"

The prison guard said in a daze: "Madam, that is a black mask. That is... a black mask!"

Who dared to resist him? It was Roman Sionis, one of the most brutal thugs in Gotham, a master of punishment and a master of fighting. Even if the gun was pointed at their forehead, they would not dare to resist.

——They would just be glad in their hearts that it was Cole who died first instead of themselves.

Just like how Vivi threatened Black Mask with self-destruction before, Black Mask chose to threaten the warden with the lives of his own men.

It didn't matter if he failed, because he wouldn't suffer any loss anyway - if he killed them all, he would have a clean room of his own, but what would the warden have... accusations in the newspapers, voices from human rights organizations, and a reputation that had plummeted to the bottom.

Black Mask thought this was great, as it prevented his men from dying in vain.

"I've had enough," the young warden threw the pen on the table, "He just saw that I was busy so he found something to do for me at this time, right?"

She frowned and picked up the pen. "Evacuate everyone in A2, turn off the surveillance, and then go find the dead shooter. Tell him that his daughter will come to visit this weekend and the prison will be responsible for picking her up. Then give him the gun I found in the third cell of the seventh row of C5."

The prison guard shuddered, almost thinking that the warden was going to lynch Black Mask.

"What are you standing there for?" Weiwei said, "Don't forget to take the tranquilizer bullet next to the gun."

Since Black Mask wants to leave the cell early and enjoy his prison life, that's fine. Vivi doesn't mind giving him a single torture meal.

After driving the prison guards out, Weiwei made a phone call: "Watch the sky and the sea for me from now on. I allow you to shoot anyone you see who is suspicious."

She stared at the densely packed red dots on the map, zoomed in and out, and then made a "click" sound.

——If Black Mask wants to take the opportunity to escape from prison, he might as well form a group of Death Clocks to come here, as that would be more likely.

The chaotic weather in Gotan always catches people off guard. When Weiwei appeared in the open space, heavy rain poured down. She stood there, as if she would be struck by the raging lightning at any time.

The men wearing the black mask were either kneeling or lying on their stomachs, and no one looked at him. He stood in the middle of the crowd and gave Vivi a bloody smile.

Weiwei licked her lips and returned to the second floor corridor.

In theory - In theory, Bella Bettivan cannot solve the problem of Black Mask being unable to leave, because it was Vivi who nailed the problem, and now it is Vivi White. If "Bella" does this, in the boss battle of the game, this behavior is called random hatred.

But Weiwei remembered that she had demonstrated her ability of "teleportation" in front of other people without any disguise.

There was a loud thunder and lightning.

Black Mask narrowed his eyes and saw a familiar figure appear behind the female warden.

The girl who had deceived him! She was staring at him!

Black Mask fired a gun straight ahead, but the bullet was deflected by the air wall. He grinned and pointed the hot muzzle of the gun at his men. The men trembled, put down their guns, and raised their hands. He said, "Help..."

“Help!” “Help—” “Help, please!”

The prison chief frowned. She blocked the girl with her body and pushed her behind the wall. She held a small hammer in her hand and said, "You are indeed a threat to me, Black Mask. This is the tool that can unlock this prison. Release the others!"

"You are truly righteous," Black Mask sneered, "Prison Warden."

You see, righteous people are far weaker than these bad guys, because they can be threatened, and everyone can become their weakness - even the lives of the bad guys themselves.

He thought it was hilarious, and given his personality, he would have continued to sneer, but it seemed as if he had just glanced away, and the warden got on a matte black and gold motorcycle. Then, the woman stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, accelerated to the extreme, and rushed towards him -

The wind and rain seemed to stop for a moment, and were torn apart by the speed of the vehicle. The woman threw the hammer at the car, and the man in the black mask couldn't help but follow the movement of the hammer, just for a moment.

The next second, the sound of the accelerator was right in front of him, right in front of his face.

He thought, he thought that this indestructible wall would at least have some different movements when it disappeared, but it just shattered silently, like a piece of thin paper - and this piece of paper made Black Mask extremely frightened.

He really...

"I really do," he thought, "hate these superhuman powers!"

If only he could use it!

He blocked the motorcycle with one hand, but his feet slid down a distance, leaving deep marks on the ground. Then there were almost continuous sounds of gunfire. When Black Mask raised his head, all 26 of his men had fallen down. Only Black Mask and the warden were left in the center of the field.

The Death Shooter in charge of sniping frowned. He moved forward a short distance. The faces of the warden and the black mask appeared alternately under the muzzle of the gun, but soon he put down the gun and leaned against the wall.

"This is already an inhuman battle," he pouted and turned his head, "Hey, kid, do you still want to stay there?"

The girl hiding behind the wall was barefoot, and her sleeves seemed to be caught on the exposed wire of the wall. Fortunately, she was hiding in a windproof place, and only the hem of her skirt was blown up and down slightly.

Her brown hair was pressed against her face. She ignored the Death Shooter and stared at the battle in the middle of the field.

After a while, tears slowly rolled down from the corners of her eyes, but her expression remained unchanged.

Deadshot frowned: "Child?"

He has a daughter, which makes him want to help underage girls. Why did this child shed tears when watching the fight between Betiven and Black Mask... Who is she?

But the next second, he saw the girl being pulled into the arms of the Bethelwen Prison. The woman raised her chin towards him and said, "It's time for you to go back to your cell, Deadshot."

Then, she placed the hammer that seemed to have mysterious power in the girl's hand and said softly, "It's time for you to go back, Weiwei."

The prison guards trotted over to pick up the fallen Black Mask and put him in shackles.

Deadshot watched as the girl and the hammer disappeared, as if they had suddenly teleported away.

Weiwei stuffed the [Human Standee (Weiwei)] and [Handy Hammer] into the package at the same time and clapped her hands: "What are you still doing there? Do you want to go to the interrogation room and chat with me?"

Deadshot: "... Remember your promise! Take good care of my daughter."

Weiwei shrugged.

Of course she does, she cares for every innocent person in Gotham equally.

Now, she had to go to the interrogation room and have a chat with Black Mask.