At the speed of an airbus, it wouldn't take long to fly to Gotham City.
So, a few tens of minutes after hanging up the video call with Bruce Wayne, Li Chengfeng saw the legendary Arkham Asylum.
He had only seen its true appearance in comics and games before, but now, seeing it with his own eyes, he had to admit it was much larger than he had imagined.
Although an airbus could take off and land vertically, its size was quite astonishing, yet Arkham Asylum actually had enough open space for the airbus to land directly.
But as soon as he landed, Li Chengfeng frowned.
Is the defense really that weak? Such a large place only has a few scattered security guards?
This is a prison rumored to be second only to the "Phantom Zone"?
"Welcome, welcome, I am the Dean of Arkham Asylum. Mr. Wayne has already given us a heads-up. You must be Agent Li, correct?"
"Yes, please lead the way. I hope to take Harley Quinn immediately to prevent any complications," Li Chengfeng shook hands with the Dean who came out to greet them. "After all, she has intricate ties with your Gotham's most troublesome fellow."
"You're right, the Joker, such a pure madman, is too much trouble. Who knows what he'll do."
The Dean had a deeply agreeable expression, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then walked slightly ahead to lead the way for Li Chengfeng and Ada.
He kept introducing Arkham Asylum as they walked, which was quite verbose.
Meanwhile, Li Chengfeng, holding his FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation) exclusive personal terminal, contacted the FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation) internally and, as a Level Seven Agent, requested them to investigate some things, so he responded intermittently.
Due to Harley Quinn's inherent danger and unique nature, her room was located in the deepest, most difficult-to-reach part.
Even with the Dean leading the way, it took a considerable distance to reach it.
A nameplate reading "Harley Quinn" hung on the heavy iron door.
"It's one thing that there are no guards patrolling inside, but for a patient as special and dangerous as Harley Quinn, you actually haven't assigned extra guards?"
"You wouldn't know, but this ward itself is the best guard. If she can successfully escape the ward, believe me, the guards you can find on the market basically can't handle this woman."
"That's true."
Li Chengfeng said perfunctorily, but he didn't take this explanation seriously.
Harley Quinn already possessed the physical prowess of a gymnast and the basic skills of a pre-Agent, and after going mad, she seemed to disregard the body's own limitations, as if unlocking a legendary genetic lock, causing her combat power to soar.
The older generation in the Republic always said that mad or foolish people are naturally strong, which has some truth to it.
But... this is not a reason for there to be no guards.
"But it's best not to bring weapons inside. If she gets her hands on them, it will be difficult to deal with."
"We're just here to transfer a patient, where would we have weapons?"
Li Chengfeng patted his suit, and the magnum (revolver) beneath it that he loved so much.
Before he transmigrated, he could only play with this thing in computer games!
He'd have to tuck it under his pillow even when he slept from now on.
"Alright, then please, both Agents, be careful."
The Dean said, preparing to open the ward door.
The door was entirely made of some alloy, quite similar to a bank vault door.
After a whirring sound of gears, Harley Quinn's ward revealed its true appearance.
"...Is this how you treat high-risk patients?"
Li Chengfeng's mouth twitched, barely suppressing the urge to complain.
This was not a ward or even a cell... this was purely a little girl's boudoir!?
And the kind overflowing with maidenly charm!
All furniture and appliances were complete, and all were high-end private custom, all in soft pink color schemes.
There was even a hyena in a princess dress snoring on a soft cushion.
Aside from being unable to leave or contact the outside World independently, it was a perfect shut-in's Base.
"More exquisite than my bedroom."
This scene even made the mysterious Ada Wong unable to resist complaining.
"Shouldn't your bedroom be like that? No light source, only the moonlight from outside shining in, and you sitting on a throne of skulls, made from one or several kinds, drinking blood-red wine, and smiling sinisterly under the moonlight outside the window."
"Interested in my bedroom?" Ada Wong raised an eyebrow, her words full of temptation, "Want to explore it yourself tonight?"
"No, no, I'm afraid you'll evenly cut me into three hundred pieces, each weighing two hundred and fifty grams, and then I'll eat one piece for breakfast every day, fried, stir-fried, cooked, or made into a rich broth, depending on your mood."
"What kind of image do you have of me in your eyes?"
Li Chengfeng chuckled, but a question lingered in his mind.
Was Ada Wong a little too enthusiastic towards him?
There seemed to be some inexplicable affection... Meanwhile, Harley Quinn in the room watched the new guests with interest, taking off the pink cat-ear headphones she had been wearing.
"Looking at your murderous faces, you must be from the FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation), right? How's Black Egg (Nick Fury) doing these days?"
"You're familiar with Black Egg (Nick Fury)?"
"Not too familiar. He was my graduate supervisor for criminal psychology, and then he also helped me complete all the pre-Agent courses."
Li Chengfeng was stunned and subconsciously looked at Ada, who gave him an expression that said, "I told you to finish reading the material."
Is the degree of crossover and modification of the World too deep?
From her resume, Harley Quinn was clearly Nick Fury's proud disciple, just like Quake to Coulson in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., no wonder he specifically named her to be recruited into the team.
When you get older, you always feel for the younger generation.
Plus, Bruce Wayne said he considered her one of his few true friends... the facilities in this room were probably the masterpiece of these two people.
However... this Harley Quinn doesn't seem crazy at all?
Li Chengfeng even felt that the person he was talking to was not "Harley Quinn" but Psychologist Harleen Quinzel.
"Alright, don't stand outside the door, come in and sit down," Harley Quinn, who had been squatting on a large sofa chair, stood up and performed a light and graceful backflip to land on the ground. "What would you like to drink? Coffee? tennessee whiskey? Or an evil and decadent green carbonated drink?"
"Whatever."
"Then coffee it is."
She was busy, like a... normal person whose house had guests.
However, Ada Wong, who had already stepped into the room and looked around, didn't think so.
Li Chengfeng followed her ghostly gaze... only the area visible from the door outside was normal, every inch of the remaining walls was covered with photos of one person.
Green hair, messy white foundation, and blood-red lips that seemed to split to his ears.
Gotham's Clown Prince of Crime, Joker, Mr. J, Joker.
There were many names, but all expressed fear of this person.
However, in all the photos, half of his face was blackened or even savagely scratched out.
An obvious internal struggle.
Unless this Harley Quinn was Two-Face in disguise.
"I know this scene is a bit weird, but trust me, it's not the weirdest part." Harley Quinn turned her back to everyone to make coffee. "Have you ever seen fireworks and streamers erupting from a person's wound? Harley Quinn's perspective sees many strange things."
She was referring to herself in the third person... "Doctor Quinzel?"
"That's right, for now it's Quinzel, but just keep calling me Harley Quinn, I'm used to it." Harley Quinn turned around with a tray. "All four of you, please sit down, the sofa is wide enough."
Four?
Li Chengfeng drew his magnum (revolver) the moment he turned and pointed it at the door.
Behind everyone, a figure in a classic black cape seemed to have been standing there from the beginning, unmoving.
Even when a magnum (revolver) capable of taking down an elephant was aimed at his head.
"Gotham's Batman, when did he start flying out of his cave during the day?"