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At this moment, someone suddenly asked

"How did the police know about the raid? Was there a leak?"

From that moment on, an eerie silence fell over the hall. It was certain that there had been a leak; otherwise, how would the police have known in advance? But who leaked the information was another matter entirely.

"There's still one thing I don't understand."

An old man said angrily, "How could these stupid policemen know the location of the dead soldiers? Who gave them this information?"

"traitor!"

“There must be a traitor among us, and the traitor must be of high rank, otherwise how would they know the details of the operation?”

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at four people. Their positions in the court were equivalent to stewards, making them the most powerful members besides the Saniwa. It was these four who jointly devised the action plan.

Now that a problem has arisen, they are the ones who must bear the responsibility.

A sharp, piercing gaze fell upon them, and the four men's faces instantly turned deathly pale.

"Brothers, who is the traitor?"

Someone roared angrily and strode towards them: "Tell me, who is the traitor? You? Or you?"

The unnamed people took a step back strategically, wanting to object but unable to utter a single word. The more silent they remained, the angrier the crowd became, their anger burning ever brighter until it gradually reached the brink of spiraling out of control.

Delk, with a guilty conscience, stood uneasily to the side. Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I told you to stop hitting me."

Bang!

Delk raised his foot and kicked the guy to the ground, shouting loudly.

"Oh, calm down, everyone. This case isn't as simple as you think. If they were really traitors, they would have escaped long ago. How could they possibly remain in the maze?"

"There must be some misunderstanding here. Give them a chance, and give yourself a chance too."

“We are the Court of Owls, a family that has been passed down for hundreds of years. Everyone standing here is a person of status and position. How can you resort to violence like street thugs based on inferences without evidence?”

As the last sentence was uttered, the scene fell silent, and everyone stood up, glaring angrily.

The four men cast grateful glances at Dirk: if it weren't for him, they would likely have been beaten to a pulp.

"He's right!"

Sir Blackhawk entered the hall, bowed in his black attire, and his gaze swept over everyone before settling on each one: "The Court of Owls pursues not only family and heritage, but also character. Every member is an elite, a dragon among men. No matter what trouble we encounter, even if the sky falls, we have the ability to solve it."

"Remember, everyone, we owls are the masters of the night."

The attendees looked at each other, apologized to the four (Qian Dehao), and then returned to their seats.

Sir Blackhawk approached the throne and spoke in a calm tone.

“I have investigated today’s events thoroughly. The culprit behind all of this is not the four of them, but Xu Fu-Xiao, that damned Asian. He knew the location of the power armor from beginning to end, but he chose to remain silent. He lied to the police, the FBI, the city government, and us.”

"He lurks behind the scenes like a viper, stealing with dirty and despicable means. He wants to use the Court of Owls as a stepping stone to climb to a higher position."

"Xu Fu and Xiao are our enemies, bound by life and death."

"The owl won't rest until he dies."

"Gentlemen, but you must remember what will happen in the future. Xu Fu-Xiao has fooled us and destroyed our system and traditions. He must stand firm."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a man rushed into the hall.

"It's no use, the police have already found the north gate."

Chapter 1322 Jelly Sweetheart

Sweetheart Candy Company was founded in the early 20th century and has a history of nearly 100 years. The owners, the Ball family, are well-known in Gotham.

The fifth-generation head of the family, Bourne Bol, was a notorious drug addict who died young in a hospital bed. The sixth-generation head, Jack Bol, was obsessed with boys under the age of thirteen, was arrested and imprisoned for child molestation, and later inexplicably developed a mental illness, receiving treatment at Arkham Asylum. "After being discharged, Mr. Poe became Miss Poe, and later participated in a beauty pageant in Gotham City, winning fifth place."

The seventh-generation head of the family, Ral Burrell, is quite different from his father's generation: he is an ambitious and talented young man, and despite his mysterious background, his abilities are beyond doubt: he took over the company at the age of nineteen and transformed a near-bankrupt company into the leader of Gotham City's food industry in just five years.

Of course, like his "grandfather," Ral-Boe was a member of the Court of Owls, and a very popular one at that. When "Night of Revenge" began, instead of hiding in his home or the maze like the other members, he came to the company, sat on the top floor, in his high-ranking office, and looked down at everything below.

813 "When the owl bares its claws, all of Gotham falls silent."

Lars-Boe spoke softly, a leisurely smile on his face, like a prince looking down at a foolish ant.

"The night is so enchanting, perhaps we should go find Susie?"

The thought of his new secretary made Lars's stomach churn; his view of secretaries was unusual: he didn't like single, beautiful, unmarried women, but rather young women who were about to get married.

All of his secretaries were married women, and this one was no exception.

In his mind, a married secretary is a good secretary.

Just as Lars took out his phone to send a flirtatious text message to his young secretary, loud footsteps sounded outside the door.

Bang

The office door was pushed open, and armed commandos carrying automatic rifles rushed into the office.

"Who are you? Who let you in?"

Hank, wearing a bulletproof vest, stepped forward and slammed a document on the table.

“Mr. Bauer, this is your arrest warrant.”

"search!"

Hank waved his hand, and the police officers standing behind him began a full-scale search of the office. Their actions were rough and destructive, more like a raid than a search.

"Stop right there! I'm going to hire a lawyer to sue you for violating human rights!"

Lal-Boe pulled out his phone and shouted, then Hank punched him in the stomach.

"Stop resisting, Mr. Paul. The owl is finished, and so are you."

A deep voice boomed in his ears like thunder, and Lars looked up in alarm, his eyes filled with undisguised panic.

"The underground entrance to the Owl's Court is under Sweet Candy; we've checked it."

Lars-Boe tensed up, his cheeks instantly losing all color and turning deathly pale.

"you you..."

“Mr. Paul, your only option now is to cooperate with the police, otherwise you may be sent to Arkham Asylum. Your father, Ms. Paul, should know very well what’s inside.”

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"Outside the old factory building north of Sweet Candy, a mixed team of armed police, special police, security guards and plainclothes criminal police set up a cordon."

The car headlights emitted a dazzling white light, illuminating the surrounding area.

Jim Gordon stood in the garage, where the movable iron gate on the ground had been blown open, revealing a dark and deep underground entrance.

This is one of several entrances to the Owl Parking Lot, and also the most frequently used one.

Harvey Dent appeared at the scene, and compared to the silent Jim Gordon, he seemed very agitated, even somewhat angry.

"This is the final step, what are you waiting for?"

Harvey Dent's face was full of impatience: "Give the order now. This time, we must root out this cancer of the Court of Owls from Gotham City."

Jim Gordon fell silent, his expression extremely serious, as if he were facing not an entrance, but a terrifying cannibal.

"Jim, what exactly are you stalling for?"

Jim Gordon turned his head and said in a hoarse voice.

"The underground labyrinth is complex and vast, with many traps. It's easy to get in but hard to get out. My men cannot die in vain."

"you..."

Harvey Dent opened his mouth, but after noticing the gazes of the surrounding police officers, he waved his hand emphatically.

"Then what do you suggest we do? We're just waiting here for nothing. There's more than one entrance to the Court of Owls. If they take the opportunity to slip away from somewhere else, all our efforts will be in vain."

"I come!"

The cloak creaked as a dark figure descended from the roof. The policeman instinctively raised his gun, but lowered it upon recognizing the person.

"Batman!"

Harvey Dent paused for a moment. Although he had heard of this person, this was his first time meeting him up close. Driven by curiosity, he couldn't help but take a second look at the other person. The other person's attire matched the rumors: black armor covered his tall and thin body, he wore a black cloak, and the hood on his head covered most of his face. The two horns on his head were particularly eye-catching.

"I'll come down and tell you once I find the right route."

A flicker of hesitation crossed Jim Gordon's eyes, but he nodded immediately.

"It's dangerous down there, be careful, come out if it gets too dangerous."

He and Batman interact frequently, meaning they are both comrades-in-arms and friends.

Bruce nodded slightly, glanced at Harvey Dent, turned and floated into the underground passage, merging with the back door and leaving nothing behind.

Harvey Dent frowned: "Can he pull through?"

"I do not know."

Jim Gordon rested his head on his hand and sighed heavily: "If even he fails, our men will only be sent to their deaths."

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