Chapter 805

Seeing Waller's angry face, but he had to bear it and bow his head, Sharon was very happy.

He likes to watch the picture of "he is very angry but can't beat himself".

Sharon investigated that this black old woman is not a good person. In fact, strictly speaking, there are few good senior managers in Gotham, but Waller is a prominent representative.

She is ruthless and ruthless, but she also has strong ruling skills, which is the reason why Gotham has not collapsed under her governance.

Because of this, Sharon decided to leave her and let her do some dirty work that was inconvenient for her.

"Let's be clear. What's the matter with Bruce Wayne?"

Sharon just opened the skylight and told the truth.

Waller was stunned. She didn't expect Sharon to come up and ask Bruce about it. In principle, Bruce's arrest in the madhouse should be top secret. Except for a few people in Gotham, no one should know where he is.

But how did Sharon know?

Waller's heart fluctuated for a time. He suspected that Sharon had an undercover around him, or that someone under his hand had betrayed him long ago.

Just like those special forces just now.

"Don't think about it, Ms. Waller. Just answer the question."

With the ability of "telepathy", Waller's thoughts are equivalent to being exposed in front of Sharon, but Sharon still wants her to say the answer herself.

After being drunk by Sharon, Waller looked solemn, put away his careful thoughts, and answered, "yes, Mr. Bruce is indeed in Arkham Asylum, but I need to explain. I didn't know about it until he sent it in."

Sharon narrowed his eyes: "Bruce has been missing for many years and came back recently, so many people in Gotham don't know him, but it seems that you know him very well."

Waller hesitated and whispered, "Bruce's mother and I are good friends. I helped with his mother's funeral."

"Really?" Sharon raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "in that case, I want you to release Bruce from the madhouse. Should there be no problem?"

Waller narrowed his eyes and stared at Sharon. "Mr. Minister, do you know Mr. Bruce well?"

"This is not what you worry about."

"So is this an order?"

"Can be regarded as."

"Then I will obey the order, but..." Waller said, "to release people from the lunatic asylum, in addition to my permission, I also need the mayor's signature. I..."

"Fart!"

Before Waller finished, Sharon slapped him in the face. The old lady, who was famous for her iron fist and oppressed her men, flew out like a flying golf ball. Hit the wall heavily, a mouthful of old blood gushed out, and three teeth.

"You!"

Waller's physical quality was OK. He didn't faint. He pedaled Sharon angrily and threw his hand to the pistol next to him. Unfortunately, as soon as her hand was less than two centimeters out, Waller saw in horror that his wrist bent up without listening to his command.

Just listen to the "click" sound, accompanied by Waller's shrill scream, her arm was forcibly broken, and her white joints were exposed, spraying scarlet blood.

"Why do you have to make it so bloody?" Sharon came forward, squatted down and looked at Waller's painful and twisted black face, shook his head and smacked his tongue, "originally, if you cooperate honestly, I would not only keep you alive, but also want to continue to use you, but now..."

He shook his head, while Waller's vision gradually blurred because of severe pain. When she was about to faint, she was shocked to see a black strange tentacle, stretched out from Sharon and rushed at herself.

Sharon looked at Waller engulfed by his tentacles without expression. For him, he didn't want to often use Akron's ability. He knew very well that some abilities could not be used more, otherwise what was the difference between them and the dark monarch domam who swallowed everything?

But in the face of Waller, who is rebellious and stubborn, he will not be merciful.

Besides, Sharon didn't give her a chance.

Soon the swallowed Waller's tentacles, opened his mouth and vomited Waller out again. But now Waller was unharmed. In addition, there was a secret memory that appeared in front of Sharon.

"Strange, why didn't I find this memory?" Sharon narrowed his eyes and looked at Waller who stood up without expression. "I see. If such secrets are leaked out, they will indeed have a devastating impact on Gotham City, so they are sealed. It's just a sealed place... "

He turned to look in a certain direction: "it seems that I have to go into the madhouse myself."

***

"Dr. Haley Quinn, are you here again?"

A guard looked at the tall female doctor in front of her, dressed in a white coat, still unable to cover her slim curve. Coupled with her seductive appearance, the guard couldn't help swallowing.

Harry Quinn stood in front of the guard, ignoring each other's eyes and falling on her towering white shirt. The two buttons on the top of the shirt, which she deliberately untied, revealed a deep gap, and the guard's eyes were almost sucked into it.

"OK, that's enough." Harry shook deliberately. "Open the door quickly. My patients should be in a hurry."

The guard looked at Haley greedily and slowly opened the prison door: "Dr. Haley, those are ferocious anti-human criminals. Who else cares about them except you?"

"No way. Who makes me a psychologist? It's my responsibility to care about and understand the psychological problems of these patients." Harry smiled sweetly, "only the more we understand these people's psychological problems can we help us prevent similar crimes."

She blinked at the guard and the surveillance camera overhead, twisted her thin waist and stepped on high heels.

"Hey, look who's here. It's my favorite little Haley Quinn!" Jack shouted excitedly, "have you come to see me again?"

"Hey, my little baby, look at your face. You've been doing well lately." Haley winked at Jack and said with a smile, "but I'm not mainly looking at you today."

"Ah?" Jack looked down, put his hands on the glass wall of the glass room, and looked at Haley who walked in front of him, "little Haley, are you going to abandon me?"

Haley smiled and didn't answer. She went to the glass room next to her and knocked on the glass: "Hello, newcomer, your name is... Tom, right? My name is Haley Quinn. I'm a psychologist in this madhouse. "

"My name is Tom?"

Bruce looked at Haley with a little surprise.

"Huh?" Harry immediately became interested. "Don't you think your name is Tom? So what should I call you? "