Playing My Own Character Chapter 118

There is no rain in Gotham tonight.

As the carnival approaches, the streets have been decorated in advance. Naturally, these shiny and worthless gadgets would not be harmed by poisonous hands. They would only be shot to pieces by novices who were not very accurate during the firefight, and then scattered all over the ground.

The shopkeeper might scold the person who left the decorations covered in blood and bullet holes the next day, or he might just silently pick them up and throw the dimmed trinkets into a street trash can.

The woman draped in moonlight stepped on them silently. She moved briskly and jumped onto the wall in a few moments, then climbed onto the eaves.

She trotted all the way, avoiding the well-hidden cameras, avoiding the eyes of those watching in the dark, and quietly entered a private house that looked unremarkable from the outside.