Chapter 566

Chapter 566: I, Joker (5)

Translator: Lonelytree

For the Bruce, the ritual tonight could not be considered any ‘game’, it was just an ‘execution’. Every year, he and his army would secretly capture a few people who were disloyal to the ‘faith’ or rebelled against the Bat. And then with the technology from Professor Klibon, they would be engineered into the appearance of super villains. Then on the night of 21st December, he would release this bunch of people out and conduct this so-called chasing game.

On the surface, everyone had the chance to win. “As long as the ‘super villains’ could kill the Bruce, then they would gain freedom; and if the citizen could kill any of the villain, they could gain the right to change the god king of gotham and earn the chance to replace him. But in reality... everything was within the Bruce’s control. The ‘super villains’ vehicles had all been tempered with; they could not think clearly due to the chip inserted into their brain; their every movement was under the surveillance control; and the weapon given to them would all only have one bullet...

In these past few years, neither one of the ‘super villains’ managed to even escape from their vehicle. The reason was very simple, without the aid of any tool or external factor, they could not escape from the safety belt or other binding mechanism. All they could do was to stumble through the city when their brain was made into a muddled mush. In the end, they would die in a car crash or being slaughtered by the Bruce. Only in extremely rare circumstance would the ‘super villains’ be killed by armed civilian. Once that occurred, the Bruce would follow up with his promise and face the person in a challenge. But the result of the match... as mentioned in the previous chapter, the citizen in this universe were normal people through and through while the Bruce’s body was a battle machine which had been carefully engineered for years already. The result... was clear every time. Therefore, to put it plainly... this ‘ritual’ every year was just a blood bath with a heavy color of religiosity.

The purpose was for these citizens under the torture of tyranny and poverty to have a channel to vent their frustration and confirm their faith; for them to experience the bat’s power and grace; to remind them that how despairing their lives would be without the bat... and this ritual would keep on proceeding to install the bat’s power.

“Gordon, after two face, I want a fifteen minute rest. Position Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn for the next kills.” When The Bruce was controlling his aircraft to head towards Xiao Tan, he was already prepared for the next phase of his plan.

Crack crack. Two machine guns opened up from the wings of the aircraft and locked onto the target right before them.

“Looks like this year’s execution will start with you...” The Bruce was a character who was not easily flustered and ruled the city with a cruel dictatorship. He would never spare mercy for anyone. Even after this sudden incident that could not be explained scientifically, he did not show any trace of fear. “Hmph... after all, the group of mob below already could not wait for the first blood to be spilled already.”

He initially thought that after the machine guns fired, he would deal with the “joker’ before him, but...

Just as Bruce’s finger was about to reach for the button, Feng Bujue punched through the glass of the cockpit with his bare fist and reached his upper body into it.

“A—” The next second, a powerful grip tightened around the Bruce’s thought. He only got out a quick syllable before his throat was squeezed shut.

“Hi, bat.” Feng Bujue cackled like a mental patient, in a way, he was playing his character to its full potential. “Why the rush to end the game so early when it has just started?” He said as he pulled on his arm and yanked The Bruce out from the aircraft.

“What... are... you...” The Bruce used both of his hands to pull at Feng Bujue’s wrist and barely felt the pressure loosen around his neck and managed to force out this question.

“Hue hue hue hue... who knows?” Feng Bujue replied in between laughter. Then he swung his arm upwards and threw the God king of Gotham off from his aircraft. The people on the ground was silent. They looked at the sky with their mouths gaping as they watched as the King of Gotham collapsed through the sky.

And from the sky came throes of sickening and maddening cackles...