Just as countless people have depicted in their dreams, the night in Gotham is charming yet dangerous. Friends who often commit robberies know that dark, damp alleys without surveillance are the best places to rob.

　　Jack, Jim and John are three robber brothers who (think they are) destined to become famous in Gotham. Among their unfamous and ungreat achievements, $20 is the most glorious trophy.

　　Tonight, as usual, they started their hunting again. This time, they targeted a homeless man who was rummaging through trash cans.

　　As for robbing the homeless, Big Boss Jack argued: They are the parasites of American society! Scum! We want to take away their last warm clothes and the little money they have, so that they have to go back to work, earn money, and live a normal life. We are the heroes who help them get their lives back on track!

　　Jim and John agreed wholeheartedly, even though they knew in their hearts that Big Jack was talking bullshit, but after all, people always have to find some trivial excuses for their behavior.

　　But unfortunately, the stupid trio tonight obviously hit a wall.

　　This homeless man who was rummaging through the garbage had dull eyes and was in a state of confusion, relying entirely on his survival instinct to find food and water. His nails were turned outward, and every bone seemed to be twisted unnaturally. His stiff fingers couldn't even pick up an expired carrot.

　　But his fist as big as a sandbag was enough to make the trio scream in pain.

　　As the saying goes, if you lack precision, you make up for it with force. Although three or four out of ten punches of the tramp always missed, and his twisted arms and legs made the power of his kicks and elbows greatly reduced, even the former Robin who had fallen to such a state was not someone that three idiots could challenge.

　　That’s right, this homeless man is none other than Batman’s second adopted son, the resurrected second-generation Robin, the future anti-hero Red Hood—Jason Todd, who is currently wandering with dementia.

　　"Pah, pah, pah." Watching the three idiots flee in embarrassment, Uncle Coldlegs hiding in the dark couldn't help but applaud from the bottom of his heart and exclaimed: "As expected of you, Little Robin from Crime Alley, a popular contestant on a certain pornographic website."

　　However, the homeless man did not react at all. After he intuitively confirmed that this strange guy with dark blue hair had no ill intentions, he turned back to rummaging through his trash can.

　　Players wearing Sambo skins all began to feel pity for him. What a good kid! He can get a lot of world energy just by standing here. He also likes trash cans. People who like trash cans are well-mannered people. If they take him back, they will definitely be able to get a lot of world patches. Hehehe.

　　Batman, who was still analyzing Belloberg's influence on American politics, couldn't help but sneeze.

　　"B? Are you okay?" Tim looked at the sneezing Batman in horror.

　　"I'm fine." Batman replied briefly.

　　The disappearance of a homeless man naturally would not attract any attention from Gotham. Sambo fully demonstrated his spirit of taking advantage of opportunities, and it was completely normal for him to pass by Gotham and take away a bat.

　　System: I think Belloberg may not be suitable for him to cultivate Pa.

　　Player: So please quickly open the next map and click on the Xianzhou Luofu for me. It will fill in the large blank space in the east.

　　For reasons that everyone understands, the stories of this world rarely involve content related to a certain Eastern superpower, but that country is an indispensable factor in the entire history of world development. Therefore, in this world with leaks everywhere, the leaks of a certain Eastern superpower are particularly obvious.

　　System: The Xianzhou Luofu patch is loading. You need to send this main character to Luofu as soon as possible to stabilize this patch.

　　Player: So the energy source I got flew away?

　　System: He is still yours. Without him, the Luofu patch cannot be installed at all.

　　Player: Although it sounds a bit wrong, you are right.

　　Putting aside the question of how the magical Uncle Cold Legs smuggled a homeless man with broken bones and unconsciousness to a certain Eastern country, the guard officer of the Silver Mane Guards has already visited Wayne Manor according to the scheduled itinerary. Before that, he had already visited the other three families in Gotham. After leaving Gotham, he will continue to visit other upper-class dignitaries in American society.

　　Player: Although it's a bit ooc to let Jeppard do this, there is no other five-star character with noble blood and holding an important position in the entire Beloberg. We can't let our great guardian personally come out to build relationships, right?

　　Belloberg must fit into this world to become a perfect patch, otherwise it will falter like tape that has lost its stickiness.

　　The taxi took Jeppard to the designated location in an orderly manner. The guard officer in standard armor pulled his blue cloak closer and sighed: Even though this is the coldest day in Gotham in the past 20 years, compared to Beloberg, it is still as warm as spring.

　　Most of the players' attention is focused on Sambo and Rov who is merging with the world. Only a trace of attention is left for Jeppard as a backup. The just and noble knight forces himself to deal with those powerful people and try his best to attract more investment for Beloberg.

　　The gate of Wayne Manor opened wide to welcome the guest from afar. The silver-armored boots creaked on the grass. Jeppard walked from the gate to the front of the manor on foot and gave Mr. Wayne, who came to greet him, a strong military impact.

　　That dignified and noble temperament must come from a rare virtue. While Bruce Wayne warmly welcomed Jeppard in, he secretly assessed his degree of danger in his heart.

　　"...Yes, this is a handicraft from Beloberg that was passed down by my great-grandfather's generation. Look at this glittering earth marrow, it's so beautiful." Bruce Wayne, dressed in the persona of a playboy, enthusiastically introduced the collection of Wayne Manor to Jeppard, while inadvertently profiling Jeppard's psychological activities.

　　"Your great-grandfather had a good vision. Beloberg was once famous for its underground ore. However, due to the snowstorm, we had to increase our efforts to mine underground ore to provide heat. Even now, marrow of this quality is considered rare in Beloberg."

　　While looking at the earth marrow crafts, Jeppard couldn't help but touch the armor on his right arm.

　　Bruce took a cryptic look at it and guessed in his heart that it was probably also an earth marrow product.

　　"...Mr. Wayne, on behalf of the entire Belloberg, I once again invite you to the opening ceremony of the Belloberg Museum." After a few small talk and conversation, Jeppard finally stated the purpose of his visit:

　　"The people of Yalilo have been trapped in the snowstorm for too long. We are in urgent need of information and resources from the outside world. The underground minerals will eventually run out. Before that, Beloberg must survive on his own."

　　It was contrary to common sense and experience. The outsiders who came to Gotham this time did not try to stir up any huge waves here, did not reorganize the government, and did not compete with the Joker in wits and courage. The garrison officer from Beloberg moved Mr. Wayne of the Wayne Group with his sincerity and character, and he agreed to the invitation to go to Beloberg.

　　"I admire you very much, Jeppard. Your tenacious and hard-working character and indomitable will have led you to overcome the blizzard. Even without me and the Wayne Group, the people of Yalilo will surely be able to gain a place in this world with their own hands."

　　Bruce Wayne shook hands with Jeppard, and he behaved like a warm-hearted but empty-headed idiot: "I saw that you came to the manor on foot. I know the conditions in Beloberg are difficult, so let me give you a car to show my respect for you."

　　Jeppard smiled but refused firmly: "No, sir, I don't have an American driver's license yet."

　　Bruce Wayne couldn't help but laugh.

　　Although Batman did not let down his guard, he did not know what he had lost. The player who disdained Batman for having an entire main character had no interest in the muddy waters of Gotham. He did not comment on Batman's principle of not killing. Batman's value was not as great as that of playboy Bruce Wayne.

　　After all, he is rich, and Bruce Wayne is really extravagant.

　　Obviously, players underestimated the appeal of Bruce Wayne to the Joker, and also underestimated how tempting a suddenly emerging city would be to Gotham's villains. Gotham's muddy water is not something you can get out of just by wanting to.

　　The United States has been established for more than two hundred years, and all the places that should and should not be occupied have been occupied by gangs of all sizes. Now, suddenly a piece of fat meat falls from the sky, and the mafia is already hungry for guns and drugs that have nowhere to smuggle.

　　The presidential election is approaching, and the two parties are evenly matched. Each party wants to make this fresh and fertile reserved land its own constituency, and each dictator wants to occupy a new city to declare his rule.

　　The capitalists are eager to sell goods and occupy the market, the media hope to obtain first-hand information to make newspapers sell well, and ordinary people are either surprised or resistant to Belloberg's openness. During this Christmas holiday, Belloberg is destined to be the focus of the whole of America.

　　And Jeppard, who was visiting major cities, was undoubtedly the eye of the hurricane of this carnival.

　　Jeppard, who had dinner with Bruce Wayne, got into a taxi after stepping out of the manor. The driver gave the guard a nervous smile through the rearview mirror.

　　Player: That's why I made Jeppard a diplomat.

　　"Sir, I'm afraid this is not the way back to the hotel." Jeppard was secretly on guard, his glittering arm armor ready to go.

　　"Haha, hahahaha!" The driver suddenly went crazy. He stepped on the accelerator and drove an ordinary taxi like a sports car. Jeppard was thrown back into his seat by inertia, but in just a short while, the driver had already driven off the overpass.

　　"What..." Shocked by the fact that Gotham people had brought a little clown, Jeppard immediately deployed the protective device. Although it was not as good as the modified guitar case, it was enough for emergency.

　　"In the name of preservation!" The crystal shield unfolded, barely saving the entire car. After a loud crash, Jeppard covered the part of his body that was hit and fumbled to try to open the door.

　　"Hiss--" The sound of gas leakage was particularly clear in the darkness. Before Jeppard had time to figure out the situation, he was forced to fall into a coma.

　　Player: Damn Jeppard, he doesn't have any skills to break free from control!