From Gotham to Night City, my notoriety is known to everyone

But his personal experience can prove that the Court of Owls and the Shadow Warrior Alliance are definitely two different organizations.

It seems that the security of the Alcohol-2 Research Institute needs to be strengthened by several levels.

By the way, we can use the computer technology of 2024 to lure out the lurkers hiding in the Wayne Group...

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Wayne Building underground garage.

Ah Fu took him to a silver-gray luxury car, saying that "we should keep a low profile in broad daylight."

Leo glanced at the car logo and agreed with his choice: "Lamborghini is really low-key."

“At least you actually see these cars on the road.”

Ah Fu smiled and handed the key to Leo.

Leo naturally would not refuse the opportunity to drive a luxury car.

Get in the car, start the engine, step on the accelerator, and the simple Lamborghini rushes out of the underground garage.

Today in Gotham, the sun is shining and the air is fresh.

Having just experienced a big battle last night, the criminals seemed particularly well-behaved and did not come out to challenge the patience of the police.

Leo drove all the way to the suburbs of Gotham City without any accidents on the way.

Apart from accidentally running a few red lights and speeding, he was a completely law-abiding citizen.

Along the way, the buildings on both sides of the street became lower and more dilapidated, and the density became increasingly sparse.

The prosperous urban area was left behind.

Soon after, they arrived in the suburbs and saw Arkham Asylum, Gotham City's talent wholesale center.

From a distance, the classical asylum gives people a gloomy feeling.

It seemed as if a faint black mist was emanating from it.

Well, this is Leo's personal subjective opinion. Ah Fu next to him seemed relatively calm except for the slightly deepened forehead wrinkles.

"I submitted my reservation last night and there should be a receptionist at the entrance."

Ah Fu's statement was correct. After strict inspection, they met Aaron Cash, the accompanying person on this trip.

He was a guard in his thirties with a stern face.

"Welcome to Arkham Sanatorium. I hope that using this title will make you feel better. By the way, Dean Sharp has approved that you can enter most areas. Of course, you must be accompanied by guards throughout the process."

Rise to Fame: Chapter 235: Poison Ivy and Genius Psychiatrist Harleen Quinzel

It was a very reasonable arrangement and Leo had no objection.

On the way here, he had already sorted out the potential talents in the asylum and found that this place was simply a huge treasure trove -

Mr. Freeze's cryogenic freezing technology;

Scarecrow’s fear gas;

Bane's Venom;

They are all treasures with great research value.

The only difficulty is how to get Batman to give up and hand over these prisoners to him...

Leo thought about it for a while, then brought his thoughts back to the present:

"We have an appointment to see Pamela Isley."

Aaron checked the visitor records, asked a few more questions on the intercom, and gave a reply: "Sure, but it's her psychotherapy time now, so you may have to wait a while."

"Psychotherapy?"

"Yes, after all, this is a hospital that accommodates and treats mental patients. If the patients cooperate, we provide a variety of treatment options to help them alleviate their condition."

Leo nodded.

This answer is very official. In fact, everyone knows that Arkham Asylum is a "center for research on abnormal humans" and most of the people imprisoned there are extremely dangerous high-IQ criminals, not mental patients.

Normally, he should wait for a while and not cause trouble for the other party. But not this time. If he remembered correctly, Poison Ivy's psychiatrist should be Harleen Quinzel before she became Harley Quinn.

"We are in a hurry, so take us directly to see Miss Aisley."

Aaron frowned when he heard Leo's request, but he remembered the dean's instructions to "try your best to meet the other party's requirements" and could only nod in agreement.

Later, the two visitors were led by him into Arkham Asylum.

On the way forward, Leo looked around and confirmed again - this was a prison. All facilities were built according to prison specifications and had nothing to do with a mental hospital or a sanatorium.

After walking for more than ten minutes, they entered a small building. Arkham's psychological counseling room was on the fourth floor.

When he reached the door of the consultation room, Leo stopped and turned to look at the guards behind him: "We hope to talk to Miss Ashley alone for a quarter of an hour. Can you make it convenient?"

Several guards looked at Aaron, who was in the lead, and waited for him to make a decision.

Aaron looked embarrassed and said that this was not in accordance with the procedure.

Leo nodded in understanding and looked at Ah Fu.

The old butler took out his cell phone and activated the ability of the Face Fruit.

After a phone call, the guards stepped back helplessly and stood guard in the corridor.

Alfu smiled slightly and explained in a low voice: "Wayne Group is one of the main sponsors of Arkham Asylum."

It’s indeed a matter of money, Leo knew it would be like this.

After getting rid of the guards who were in the way, the two walked to the door together, and Leo was responsible for knocking on the door.

dong dong dong-

The interval was neither too long nor too short, which seemed very polite.

"Please come in."

After a few seconds, there was a response.

Leo adjusted his hair, put on a gentle smile, and pushed the door open.

After entering, he quickly observed the environment - this was a very warmly decorated office, everything was in order, and the overall style was dominated by warm colors.

Next to the composite desk, two beautiful ladies, each with their own unique talents, were looking at them with puzzled eyes.

The woman in the doctor's uniform subconsciously reached her left hand under the table and touched the emergency alarm button. Then she focused and asked, "Who are you? I didn't receive any notification of any special visitors."

Leo looked at her, studying her face carefully.

Before she turned into Harley Quinn, Harleen Quinzel wore plain glasses without prescription and had a neat hairstyle in the style of a professional woman, with her long hair tied into a bun at the back of her head.

Her long hair was platinum in color. Although it was not as visually impactful as the half-blue and half-pink twin ponytails that appeared later, it had a unique intellectual charm.

Needless to say, her appearance is exactly the same as that of Harley Quinn in "Suicide Squad", and she even looks younger.

In short, it's very beautiful, and it almost makes Leo develop a "popular female character collecting addiction".

He calmed himself and said politely, "Hello, Dr. Quinzel, we are visitors with an appointment, and we have come to see Ms. Isley. If you don't believe me, you can call the dean, or the guards are outside the door, carrying flamethrowers and powerful herbicides."

Leo turned sideways and pointed outside the door, indicating that what he said was true.

Ha Lin hesitated for a moment and actually called the dean to verify the identities of Leo and Afu. Only after receiving a positive reply did she release the alarm button.

"Sorry, no offense, it's just that the situation here is special."

Leo nodded, completely understanding her caution.

After confirming his identity, he looked at Poison Ivy who was standing beside him with a vigilant look on her face.

Sadly, she wasn't wearing the classic vine outfit from the comics, but an orange prison uniform instead.

The earthy color didn't match her vibrant green skin, making it look a little dull. Fortunately, her bright red hair was not affected, and under the soft light in the room, it flashed a much brighter red than the flames, just like a red rose in full bloom.

"Hello, Ms. Isley, I think you have heard that we are here especially for you."

He thought he was being very friendly, but Poison Ivy didn't appreciate it.

Her disgust was written directly on her face, and she took a few steps back again: "I have long stopped using that name. Just call me Poison Ivy or Ivy. Also, no matter why you come to see me, please keep your distance from me. I feel like vomiting when I get close to humans."

Leo nodded and smiled, not feeling offended at all.

He had done his homework before coming here and knew that Poison Ivy did have this problem. Later, it was Dr. Harlin who cured her and helped her overcome this psychological problem.

The plot obviously hasn't reached that stage yet.

But it’s better this way. As a genius psychologist, Harleen is far more useful than the crazy Harley Quinn.

After quickly confirming the plot points, Leo no longer wasted time. He placed the black briefcase in his hand on the table and entered the password.

Click.

The box popped open, revealing its contents.

On the top is a new laptop computer with two USB flash drives plugged into the side ports and a hefty mobile hard drive.

I put the computer aside, and underneath it was a thick paper document.

He handed the document to Poison Ivy and said in a friendly manner: "The thing is, Ms. Ivy, our company hopes to hire you as the chief researcher of the Gotham branch, working in the plant research institute established by the company."

"...What?" Poison Ivy was stunned for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up, "Botanical Research Institute!?"

As we all know, there must be plants in a botanical research institute!

"Wait, wait!" Harlin quickly interrupted their conversation, "What on earth are you talking about? Ivy is a patient in a mental hospital. She has to serve her sentence and receive treatment here. How could she go to your institute?"

"We will bail Ms. Ivy out of prison. Our legal staff will discuss the details with the hospital leadership. Don't worry, I can guarantee that it is legal."

Leo explained and left Harlin aside, and continued to hand the documents to Poison Ivy.

"You might as well take a look at our employment contract first. We are really sincere."

When Poison Ivy thought of this opportunity to escape from the asylum, she had no time to think about anything else. As long as she could leave here and get in touch with plants outside, she would have plenty of ways to regain her freedom.

She couldn't wait to take the contract, and tried to calm down and read it carefully:

【Employment Contract】

[Party A (employer): Lanmeng Company. ]

[Legal representative: Leonardo Dicaprio. ]

[Work location: Blue Dream Botanical Research Institute in Gotham City. ]

[Party B (Worker): Pamela Isley, also known as Poison Ivy. ]

[Details…Salary…Work Arrangements…Notes…]

Rise to Fame: Chapter 236 Leo: "The signal for the meeting is - Long Live the Green of All Things!"

Before she became the Gotham villain she is today, locked up in an insane asylum, Poison Ivy was a college girl with a passion for plants.

If it weren't for her greedy instructor Jason who tried to kill her in order to seize her research results, she might have already become famous and a world-renowned botanist.

Thanks to her excellent academic performance in school, she received many job offers before graduation and was no stranger to labor contract letters of intent.

But this one...

Well, it is indeed written in a very exaggerated way. The salary and benefits are so good, but it seems a bit too fake.

Even campus scams...uh, job fairs...would not give out letters of intent that treat students like fools.

After reading it roughly, she looked at Leo with a look of complete distrust:

"Oh, I'm long past the age where my eyes can be both clear and stupid.

An annual salary of $100 million, a huge bonus of tens of millions upon completion of a project, chief researcher and head of the institute, with the highest authority under the board of directors. If you just post this salary online, famous botanists from all over the world will flock to you. Is it necessary to come to a mental hospital to find a guy like me who is called a patient but is actually a prisoner?"

Her doubts were well-founded and completely within Leo's expectations.

He just wanted to make Poison Ivy not believe it, so that he could lead to his speech and completely impress the other party.

Shadow mode——ON!

The first step in a speech is to get the audience back to their seats to avoid disrupting the speech.

Leo took a step forward, grabbed the back of the computer chair in the confused eyes of everyone, and dragged Harlin back, away from the table, or rather, away from the emergency alarm button under the table.