Henry Duka The current name of the ninja master, it doesn't matter what his real name is, he has many identities, and the name is just a code name for him, as long as he knows that he is the leader of the Shadow Warrior Alliance.
The Shadow Warrior Alliance has been inherited for a long time, and it has survived for hundreds of years, and the purpose of its existence is to fight against the Ministry, to maintain order and justice in the world, and to eliminate depravity and corruption.
Gotham is a breeding ground for crime, and through its high crime rate, it attracts a large number of scum villains every year, which stimulates tourism, promotes sustainable economic development, and achieves a healthy and good criminal industry cycle.
Gotham City's intertwined crime families, secret organizations, and gangs are parasites that draw the city's blood and push it into the abyss.
The inaction of the government, the incompetence of the police, the numbness of the people, everything makes the city look hopeless.
In Duka's eyes, Gotham is a cancer that should be removed as soon as possible before the cancer cells have spread wildly.
You can't say that Duka's thinking is wrong, he just has a hole in his brain, and if he changes it to the martial arts world, that is, a martial arts wizard flying out of his head with a heavenly spirit cover.
Although Duka's thinking is extreme and he likes to go to extremes, his skills are indeed extraordinary and have reached the limit of ordinary people.
The shadow warriors trained by him are omnipotent in lurking assassination, and they are all good at one as ten.
Arkham is a mental hospital, a heavily guarded prison at best, and it would be effortless for the Hidden Warriors to infiltrate it.
This group of executioners, who have been active in the shadows all year round, are like real shadows, and their tactical execution ability is as precise as a scalpel, dismembering the enemy layer by layer, and the final blow is fatal.
Before anyone knew it, they had Arkham firmly in their hands, at least on the surface.
Occupying Arkham, the shadow in Duka's heart has dissipated a lot, and he feels that his previous worries are too much.
Tell his men to carry out the mission as planned, pour hallucinogenic poison into Gotham's water pipes, and he will kill the scarecrow, the collaborator of the project Scarecrow Klein, director of Arkham Mental Hospital.
He is a psychiatrist, a part-time doctoral supervisor, and often lectures at Gotham University.
A psychiatrist preeminent, Klein himself is a psychopath, and his madness and paranoia for revenge on society stem from the tragic experiences of his student days.
Klein is one of the victims of the school violence of the Great American Emperor, because he is tall and thin, with slender hands and feet, he plays the role of a punching bag at school, and because he is weak when he is repeatedly bullied, he is as soft as a noodle, and his classmates affectionately nickname him Scarecrow.
Eighteen alma mater prom that year Stand like a minion That's when Klein swore with tears in his eyes You have to see him All in all, it's an inspirational story Now Klein has a successful career, is well-known in the academic world, is the dean of Arkham, and he is the focal point every time he returns to school.
Gotham celebrity Klein, wearing the most flashy shirt, is very emotional, and some people don't forget to put their hands in their pockets when they take pictures.
It's just that he has recently lost contact and hasn't appeared in Arkham for many days, and it is said that he is traveling abroad.
Before leaving, he ordered that the work of the hospital be left to Miss Quezel until he returned.
People sighed that carrying a murder weapon was really invincible, and Quezel was an intern doctor half a year ago, but he ended up on Klein's thigh and was promoted to become the leader of the hospital like a rocket.
None of the above Duka knows, he only knows that he communicates with Klein normally every day, and the plan is smooth sailing and stable.
Now that his purpose has been achieved, Klein has no use value, and it's time to send Crane to God.
At the door of the dean's room, Duka straightened his bow tie and wiped his hair with a sigh before he pushed open the door energetically.
As soon as "Clay" pushed the door open, Duka was stunned, and the scene in the office left him dumbfounded.
Quezel wore a nurse's outfit on Duke's thighs, her hands wrapped around his neck, and her two long straight legs were wrapped in white silk.
The nurse's outfit is the kind with a slit in the skirt, and the slit is so high that it almost squeaks.
The scene was suddenly a little embarrassing, Duke coughed lightly, pushed Quezel away from his body, and picked up a tissue to wipe the big red lip prints off his face.
"Who are you, where is Crane?"
asked Duka with a straight face.
"I'm Arkham's acting dean Duke, and you can call me Dean Du.
Mr.
Klein is on a long vacation, and it's not sure when he'll be back, so there's something you can tell me.
Duke opened the drawer without hurry, put on gold-rimmed glasses, and looked like a dog.
Of course, when Quezel 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 room."
Duka was puzzled, thinking that Klein had seen through his mind of unloading the mill and killing the donkey, so he found a substitute for the dead who could only cause office scandals.
"This can't be, Klein isn't in the service area at all" Duke shook his head in denial.
Duka squinted, labeled Duke and Quezel as mortal, and took out his phone from his arms, only to have no more than he dialed Klein's number, and the office remembered the crisp and pleasant ringtone of an incoming call.
"Gourd baby, gourd baby, I was born and lost the wind and rain, and there is no one, I am left with Ding Dong, no Ding Dong, I was arrested" Duke glanced at Duka slightly apologetically, then answered the phone, cleared his throat and said, "Hey, I'm Crane, Master Ninja, have you arrived?"
The voice belonging to Klein rang from the phone, Duka's face was cold, and he took off the phone, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you and where is Crane?"
The same question as before, but in a completely different tone, the killing intent of the red stripe was undisguised, and the ninja master's anger reached the limit.
"Didn't I say I'm Arkham's acting dean," Duke said, putting down his phone and pointing to the nameplate on his chest, which was written in gold paint in English and made people unable to open their eyes.
As he spoke, Duke took out the remote control and turned on the surveillance TV in the director's room, which showed more than a dozen shadow dancers pouring green liquid into the water pipe.
Ducat's face was full of anger, and his eyes burst with uncontrollable killing intent, he knew that he had been tricked, there was no Klein from the beginning, it was all Duke's conspiracy.
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"Tell your people to stop doing useless work, those hallucinogens are apple-flavored Fanta, and if they fall down again, the citizens should complain about the waterworks.
They are all hard-working people who earn money to support their families, so why bother them," Duke added lightly.
"You damn it" Duka's accumulated anger erupted like a volcano, and after gritting his teeth, he leaped towards Duke, secretly vowing to tear Duke to pieces.
Duke crossed Erlang's legs, folded his hands on his knees, and leaned back in the boss's chair calmly, without his hands, Quezel, who was wearing a nurse's outfit beside him, had already rushed out like a sword. rumble Duka only felt a flower in front of him, his chest was hit by a heavy object, he was short of breath, and the whole person seemed to be hit by a speeding car, and he flew upside down and fell out of the door of the dean's room.
Duka, who was lying on the ground, almost didn't catch his breath, clutched his chest and struggled twice, but didn't get up.
The floor of the hospital was cold, but Duka's heart was even colder, because he didn't see anything clearly, and he was sent flying.
There is no way to fight back Quezel smiled brightly, pedaled on slender heels, and walked out of the rector's room with graceful cat steps.
The thin waist that is not held is shaken and twisted, and the white silk, chopstick legs, and high heels are very eye-catching, and they directly brush out the achievements of the New Year.
Duka gasped, got up in pain, and ran wildly without looking back, and did not forget to beckon his men to retreat as he fled in embarrassment.
When he rushed to the entrance of the hospital, there were already hundreds of shadow warriors gathered around Duka, and there were many of them, and his hanging heart was slightly relieved.
Just then, the roaring sound of the engine came in, and with the screech of the brakes, the Batmobile blocked the hospital gates.
The car door opened, Batman ignored the many shadow warriors, his sharp eyes locked on Duka, and said coldly: "Long time no see, Duka-sensei or, I should call you Master Ninja" "Bruce, you know it," Duka said in surprise, using his identity as the spokesperson of the Master Ninja when teaching Batman, believing that he was not in a good disguise and that there was no possibility of being seen through by Batman.
"Your disguise is not perfect, I figured it all out when I got that black letter."
Batman replied.
The potion strengthened not only his physical fitness, but also made his mind more flexible, and the doubts that were buried in his heart before can now be understood when he thinks about it.
To put it bluntly, Batman has gotten smarter.
"Kill him, let's get out of here," Duka ordered to those around him, Arkham making him extremely insecure and not wanting to stay for a second.
The shadow warriors drew their long knives and swarmed up, and the air was suddenly filled with a tragic aura of slaughter.
Surrounded by strong enemies, there are hundreds of people, Batman's face did not change, he lifted his hips and strode forward, the Batmobile window automatically fell, and a passionate BG sounded.
I'm Bruce Wayne, I'm Batman from Gotham City, and now I'm facing 100 Shadow Warriors, all of them are strong people at the level of cold weapon proficiency, and I used to have a lot of trouble fighting five at a time.
But now my heart doesn't have the slightest wave, and I even want to laugh a little.
It's all because I'm super hanging now, and I'm afraid of myself when I go crazy: