The trajectory of the world king in the United States

Harvey walked out of the city hall in handcuffs, with people from the Gotham Police Department standing on both sides. Chief Smith looked at him. The current head of the Gotham Police Department patted him on the shoulder and then cheered. Palm. ..

He is the first, then the second, and the third. This is praise, this is recognition.

All the police knew that Harvey could not be Batman, and Smith had personally seen Harvey and Batman appear at the same time, but anyone with a little bit of brains knew why Harvey did this.

He used his own safety as a bet to force the clown hiding in a corner of the city to come out and let him know that there was clearly a picture in front of him and he would jump in. No one doubted the feasibility of this plan. Everyone present Veteran police officers who have been dealing with criminals for many years know very well that criminals like the Joker are self-persistent.

They are also very stubborn, he will definitely come, no one will doubt it!

City Hall is not far from Wayne Tower, so when Harvey walked out with handcuffs, he saw Rachel standing aside. In fact, the police officer escorting him had suggested removing the handcuffs three times, but Harvey didn't care. This will actually make people believe it more.

He saw Rachel, who strode over accompanied by Alfred. She grabbed Harvey's hand and said,

"Why are you doing this? He can do it. You need to give him some confidence. You don't have to take risks like this."

Although the beauty in front of him rejected him not long ago, Harvey's love for Rachel was undisguised. He shrugged. He should have given Rachel a gentle kiss, but after all, he also had his own principles. Riding in the police car, he waved to Rachel,

"Don't worry, I'll be back...to play a game."

He spoke in a brisk tone and took out his silver coin with some difficulty, "Heads, I'm back safely, tails, how about we go on another date?"

Rachel laughed angrily. Harvey's smile was very contagious, and she also had a smile on her face. After all, Batman and Seb, the two most powerful guys in Gotham, would escort him all the way. It seemed that Harvey was in danger. The possibility is not high, she crossed her shoulders,

"Harvey, are you really going to rely on luck on this?"

Harvey Dent curled his lips and threw the silver coin in his hand to Rachel before closing the door of the police car.

"No, I never believe in luck."

The police car drove towards the police station with its piercing siren. Rachel looked at the silver coin in her hand. There were figures on the front and still figures on the reverse.

This is a rare error coin...Based on the year it was issued, the value of this silver coin is almost impossible to measure in terms of money.

"Yeah, you never believe in luck."

Rachel took a deep breath and looked at the police car driving away, "You create luck..."

"Hurry up!"

Wearing a bulletproof vest and a steel helmet, Sergeant Smith stood at the door of the police station and shouted to his confused subordinates,

"Hurry up and get dressed, everyone needs to be a part of it!"

Soon, police officers stood in front of him. They took out automatic weapons that they would not normally use, shotguns and gas grenades used to disperse crowds. They looked at Smith.

"You all know what we're going to do tonight, right?"

Smith shouted loudly that the police chief Gordon trusted most was a somewhat bald young man who had been in the police station for more than 20 years. He was a complete veteran tough guy and very authoritative. He waved his arms,

"That bastard killed 7 police officers in the past half month! He also killed Gordon and Robert. If there is anyone in this city that I want to strangle to death with my own hands, the Joker is definitely the first one! Tonight, we are going to escort Harvey to prison. Yes, we all know he is innocent, but we also need to know that he made this sacrifice for Gotham!"

"That's what we were supposed to do!"

Smith's eyes scanned the eyes of everyone in front of him. He did not see fear.

"Very good, we are walking with heroes! Get dressed and set off in 5 minutes!"

Everyone was busy again, and Smith himself opened the police car specially used to detain heavyweight prisoners. This kind of vehicle is a special vehicle. Unless a large-caliber war weapon is used, it is impossible to penetrate the steel plate around it. , using this kind of vehicle also represents the importance that police officers attach to Harvey.

This is a cautious protection.

Smith checked the vehicle for the last time, then opened the door and sat in the passenger seat with a shotgun in his hand. He looked and saw a heavily armed policeman wearing a helmet and visor sitting in the driver's seat. He nodded, and in the back seat, there was another guy sitting, also wearing a helmet mask, only showing a pair of eyes, looking like two ruthless characters.

"I hope you're good enough to fight, man."

Sheriff Smith leaned back comfortably in his chair, holding his gun, "It's going to be a sleepless night in Gotham tonight. Maybe we won't be able to come back."

A tough guy also has struggles inside. He also has a wife and children, but seeing his companions die one by one, even he has to pick up weapons and fight the clown to the death.

This is Gotham, this is the land of light!This is not a savage area where whoever is more vicious can live better, and the Joker has no intention of turning it into his own evil country.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the prison van started up. In the front were two heavily armed police cars filled with police officers, and in the rear were seven Mustang police cars also filled with police officers. There were also two armored vehicles with heavy weapons accompanying them. More police officers were scattered around. From the police station to the prison, they can get support everywhere if they encounter a situation.

This is a force that is almost impossible to destroy in the city.

In a darker corner, a black armored vehicle as huge as a tank started quietly. Its wheels, which were as tall as a person, rolled over the ground in Gotham, but the sound it made was only as loud as a car. It was far away. hanging at the back of the convoy, completely unobtrusive.

On the other side, which is almost parallel to the motorcade, a cybernetic demon mask carrying a sword on his back turned over and rode a black battle axe. Two rows of eight headlights were turned on. This steel beast gave out a weak roar under the control of its owner. The vibration carried him silently into the darkness.

In the sky of the city, a police helicopter took off five minutes after the convoy set off. Four heavily armed police officers with long and short weapons were sitting on it. If it were not for the fact that there was no need to cross the bridge across the sea from the police station to the prison, it would probably not even be possible. Those patrol boats will also be sent.

The police and their allies have done their best and targeted dangerous people, all for the sake of the guy who is about to walk in...

The clown, the guy who single-handedly turned the entire city upside down, the joker, the guy who never showed up again after escaping from prison.

"shit!"

The police officer sitting in the police car driving the road saw a blazing flame in front of the dark and deserted road. He cursed and grabbed the intercom.

"There is an obstacle ahead! Completely blocking the road... He wants to force us into the underground tunnel!"

Chief Smith also saw the large fully ignited fire truck blocking the road in the middle of the road, blocking the road ahead tightly. He asked loudly,

"Can it be bypassed?"

"No, sir, I don't know what is in this car. It will explode at any time!"

"Dry!"

Smith punched the car window and scratched his hair, "Then enter the tunnel and rush to Fifth Avenue as fast as possible!"

"Yes!"

The convoy slowly turned, and Smith's eyes were fixed on the burning fire truck. On the front of the red car body, he used something to erase a clumsy portrait of a clown, which was burning like a silent taunt by the clown.

He gritted his teeth and reached out to open the safety of the firearm in his hand. The guy sitting in the second row also made the same move, and they knew it.

The clown is here!

As a modern big city, there are many underground tunnels in Gotham City. The one they are currently taking is about 3000 meters long. It takes less than 3 minutes to drive out at full speed, but sitting in a car Everyone knows that it won't be that easy.

Everyone is ready for battle, but the surprise always comes unexpectedly.

Sheriff Smith turned to look out the window at the dark tunnel. On the other side, there were vehicles going in the opposite direction. He saw a heavy truck approaching in front of him, with a container loaded on the back. There seemed to be nothing wrong. , but the next moment, he saw the truck swinging outwards, and then slammed into the guardrails of the two roads. With a crazy momentum, it hit the armored vehicle at the front of the convoy head-on.

"boom"

In this kind of collision between a small volume and a large volume, even an armored vehicle designed to carry out inner-city warfare is at an extreme disadvantage. The truck with a very high chassis almost crushed the armored vehicle, and its entire front was raised high. Under the squeeze of the armored vehicle, it hit the concrete pillar in the tunnel head-on.

Flames, explosions, all of this hit everyone in front of everyone in a bombardment manner. The police car following the armored car had no time to apply the brakes, and hit the rear of the armored car whose roof had been crushed. He was quickly swallowed up by the fire.

"Turn! Turn out!"

Smith shouted with his gun in his hand. The heavily armed police officer driving the car suddenly turned the steering wheel. The sturdy prison car also smashed the guardrail in the center of the road and rushed into another lane. But the next moment, another car was driving in the outer lane. A truck came from behind, and its container had a line of big words written in words that danced like flames.

"Slaughter is the best medicine"

This is what Seb said to the clown. It was obvious that he listened. As the remaining police watched and fired, the center of the container was pulled open, and what came into view was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a shoulder-resistant rocket. Members of the clown gang wearing projectile launchers, wearing various clown masks. Standing in the center of them is a clown holding a pistol.

He was still wearing the dirty purple suit, black gloves, his face was covered with white paint, his eye sockets were black, and his scarred mouth was dark red. He was facing everyone in the convoy while driving at high speed. He showed a smile and waved the muzzle of the gun in his hand randomly, shooting random bullets everywhere.

"Hello, the game... is about to begin!"

"boom"

The rocket was launched at a distance of less than 20 meters between the two sides. This destructive weapon almost instantly hit the Mustang police car following the prisoner's body, and then exploded, with scorching flames and ignited, blown-up wreckage in an instant. , blocking all the vehicles following behind.

There was another heavily armored police car in front of the prison car that kept moving forward, but the clown grabbed the rifle in his hand and opened fire with his evil minions, quickly shattering the glass of the police car. These villains also fought back under the police Four or five fell down, and then were kicked down one by one by the clown.

Behind the truck, there was an armed pickup truck that rushed out. The same villains wearing clown masks set up the Vulcan cannon fixed on the back of the pickup truck. This dark and terrifying thing should appear on the battlefield in the east, and In a city like Gotham, amid the wild laughter of those lawless bastards, storm-like bullet tail flames shot up in the darkness.

Tens of thousands of bullets completely penetrated the heavily armored police car at the rear in less than 2 seconds, and a dazzling fireball illuminated the darkness.

Flying bullets and roaring explosions lit up the entire dark tunnel at this moment. Smith grabbed the shotgun and watched all of this in horror. Everyone's loaded guns once gave him courage, but now it seems, Facing this crazy opponent, even if he is holding a gun, there is no way to feel safe.

"Get out! Speed ​​up, don't fight with them! Get out of the tunnel!"

He grabbed the intercom and shouted, "Rush out, we have time to support! They will beat them into a hornet's nest from the sky!"

But the moment Smith finished speaking, the clown personally picked up the grenade launcher. As he shouted frantically, a crooked grenade shot out of the gun barrel, right in front of the heavily loaded police car.

"boom"

The explosion at this moment completely swallowed up the entire dark blue police car, lifted it up, and hit the concrete floor. Smith looked at the flames getting closer and closer. He turned to look at the policeman in the driver's seat. The eyes of his companion Staring wide, as if he didn't even think about evading, Smith rushed towards the burning wreckage in front of him, and firmly grasped the handle of the car beside his seat.

His pupils got bigger and bigger, and finally he couldn't hold back the fear bursting out of his throat.

"Do not!!"

"boom"

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