Chapter 860

The screams of the guards before they died reverberated through the walkie talkie, which attracted more guards.

Although not everyone can come back to work after the flood, there is no doubt that the defense capability here is much higher than Gotham police station.

The laughing bat shrugs. He licks the corner of his mouth and shakes the thick chain made of N metal. This special sickle can be linked with iron and become a kind of lock sickle weapon used by ninja. Only those who have undergone severe training can master this kind of weapon.

This is no problem for Batman.

So after a short clip of the whistling of the lock sickle and the wild laughter, no one else could stand in the corridor.

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the happy mood of every prisoner is reminded of his happy running.

Although the cruel Knight did not even delay time, but at least distracted the attention of the death knell.

There are more than 40 earth in the dark multiverse, and there are more worlds that are not formed. Batman has as many Batman as he wants, as long as he has x metal and anvil of doomsday.

But he is the only one who can laugh. He is so different.

Maybe it's his cheerful singing and dancing steps that attract people's attention. You'll soon have your head sticking out at the fence door of the ward.

He just saw the laughter and Samba dance with the corpse of the guard with the iron chain.

"Batman? No, it's not you. Although we're the right person, the doctor also asked me to imagine more to make up for the desire to kill...

the patient in the ward froze for a second or two, until he pulled the corpse like a gyroscope with a chain of laughter. He didn't react and yelled in disbelief.

Grinning and pretending to pinch his chin, he raised his head to look at the ceiling and pretended to think. After a moment, he struck his palm with his fist: "Oh? Let me see... Oh, isn't this my old friend firefly man? How did you get into the cage

"It's you... No, you're not Batman! Who are you? "

"Hey, hey... You're wrong. I'm the real Batman. Laugh at the bleak life. That's what adults should do, isn't it? It's not a child who lives only in the past. "

The laughter came close to the fence, as if to talk hand in hand, but his huge smile, which opened to the root of his ears, made the firefly retreat and shake his head.

"You're my fantasy. No, I can't think of Batman like this. I need my medicine. Where's my medicine?"

He raised his arm to look at his watch in a feigned way. His mouth was turned down to imitate Batman's classic serious expression, but he still wanted to laugh.

"Yes, it's time to take medicine. I have your pill. Here you are."

Laughter from the belt to take out a beautiful transparent ball, which is brown yellow liquid, looks like something like cod liver oil.

He pinched the little ball with a strange smile, and then threw it over the prison door and into the firefly's chest.

At the moment of contact with the firefly, the ball exploded like fireworks, and the fierce flame suddenly burst out, twining around the firefly, turning him into a human torch.

Firefly is a psychosis who likes to use jet backpacks and flame throwers. His favorite is barbecue, because he has a abnormal attachment to the flame in his childhood and likes to see others burned to death.

Akam's treatment for him was to make him imagine that he could burn someone in his head, but not in reality.

As long as he can restrain himself, he is finished.

However, they don't need to be corrected. Those who play with fire will burn themselves. It's still fake. People just need to be pushed by others.

"Ah!!!! Ah!!!! help!!! It's hot

"Ha ha ha ha ha... Yes, yes, if you roll a few more times, the fire may be extinguished." The roaring bat clapped and laughed across the fence, as if watching a lion in a circus make a mistake.

He had never heard of anyone who could turn off napalm by rolling, but if fireflies could, it would have been nice to come here today.

Laughing wildly, holding the fence in both hands, the head swings around rhythmically, watching the flame gradually stop shaking, and smell the aroma of barbecue.

He shrugged helplessly and turned away. There were enough burnt corpses reflected in his eyes.

Perhaps it was the firefly's scream that awakened more people, so more people peeped in the wards on both sides of the corridor, but thanks to the madness of the laughing bat, no one dared to talk to him.

Laughter is too lazy to pay attention to them.

He came here for the clown, of course.

When the knell squad appeared at the police station, it showed that the clown had been arrested. He had seen a group of people watching Batman and the clown by some means, and then he watched Batman being carried away.

He didn't see where the speeder transport clown went, but Gotham was just two places, either Arkham or blackgate. For such a simple choice, of course, Akam was chosen.As for why to find clowns, naturally, it is for revenge and planning.

The last time babatos invaded, he turned over the car under the attack of the clown and the death knell. His head was played by the clown as a toy for a long time, and was given to Luther as a gift. It was he who convinced the bald head with his eloquence that he escaped.

This time again, Batman chose the clown between him and the clown. Isn't that contemptuous of him?

Now, the woman is dead, and she's crazy. In fact, he laughs and thinks Batman doesn't pay attention to the clown, but nothing will happen.

Even if the hostage is captured by the clown, it is also to form a play. If the audience is not there, the clown can't perform.

In other words, it is Batman who gives the clown a chance to perform, and he makes the clown.

However, up to now, the laugh is to kill the clown, but others dare not to kill him, but no problem. He is an expert in the smell of clown toxin.

Moreover, the clown and Harry can guess his idea a lot. It's better to get rid of this kind of hidden danger early.

At the end of the corridor, in the darkest corner, there is a cell with the most tight defense. In view of the clown's escape many times, it looks more like a bank vault with a delivery port.

Only Batman can open the door. Otherwise, it will not only trigger the alarm, but also be knocked down by the defense facilities.

However, seeing these, he chuckled and touched his face.

"Fortunately, I can open the door." There is a palmprint copy program on his gloves, but he doesn't need it. He just presses his hand on it: "because... I'm Batman! Hey, hey, hey... "

click.

The door opened in front of him and he saw the clown sitting in a single bed deep in the cell.

"Hello, my old friend." He dragged the iron chain and walked into the cell step by step. The smile on his face seemed to be shining in the dark.

"You...!" The clown grabbed his hair and covered his eyes: "is it to kill me?"

"Well, hehe." The laughing bat shows him the sickle of his left hand and the chain of his right hand.

"Wait a minute, we can actually talk about it, for example, how about cooperation? I can help you win. " The clown waved his hand and showed a kind smile.

"It's very kind of you, to me, to me." The laughing bat approached the clown and looked at his face carefully. The clown also looked at him cleverly and showed a shy smile.

All of a sudden, with a wave of the sickle in his hand, the whole blade of the knife smashed into the clown's head and pierced through his chin. The clown hissed, and his whole body began to twitch, and then he did not move.

Laughter stepped on the clown's body, pulled out the sickle, rubbed his fur coat, and took a deep breath under his nose.

"Great, then my answer is... Ah."

This is a fake.

How to tell whether a clown is genuine or not is very simple. Just find a clown, kill it, and then close your eyes to feel it.

Do you see colored light in the dark? Do you feel happy from the bottom of your heart? Do you want to laugh?

As a Batman who has killed a clown, he does this, and the one just killed can only make him make a low voice like "ah", which is very reluctant. This is a fake.

This smile is not from the heart, it is forced by the laughter, want to find the feeling.

But no, the heart is empty, there is no sense of fullness filled with ecstasy.

"Oh, it's naughty. Where have you been?" Laugh like some headache to knead the forehead, the sickle in the hand is also constantly patting his buttocks.

But anyway, if he doesn't want to be stuck in this dead end by the death knell, he has to leave.

Although the task did not achieve, but also not a loss, at least saw a torch festival performance, right?

As for where the clown went, he could probably guess, but it is not convenient for him to go there now. Wait for the chance.

He hummed without nostalgia, turned away, and his footstep became farther and farther away in the dark, until the whole person was engulfed by the darkness.

Everything was quiet. The patients in the cells on both sides seemed to be silenced. There was no madman more terrible than the mad Batman. He not only killed the clown, but also left with a jingle and a dance.

However, a smile appeared suddenly in the dark, and the red lips were wide open. It seemed that the floating head turned left and right and was submerged in the dark again.

"It turns out that I'm not here. I can run..."

the chuckle who thought he had left suddenly shot back.

But it didn't work. The bodies in the cell were fake and didn't get up laughing.

Now I have to go and see how the team-mates are doing. The clown is still not a worry. Forget it. I'll kill you when you get a chance.However, he had to let the clown know that he had missed a good chance to die easily, and the next time he was really found, it would not be so easy...

it was not until several minutes later that the other guards of the backup realized that there was a problem. After they arrived, they only saw the dead guard.

"Come on, doctor! See if there are any survivors! Contact director Gordon! "

"Captain! Old Bob is still alive! The huge amount of high calorie food he usually eats saved his life

"Ambulance! Come on

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