The trajectory of the world king in the United States

"boom"

The dark blue prison car directly hit the burning heavily armored police car in front. Everyone in the car felt like they were on a roller coaster. They were shaken up and then fell down, hitting the ground hard. .

Harvey Dent's head hit the roof of the car and then fell to the ground. He got up with difficulty and saw the policeman sitting opposite took out a gun and put it into his hand. Before he could speak, , the vibration of a row of bullets hitting the carriage made a series of bumps on the wall panel behind him.

Harvey lay on the ground again, and as the vehicle heaved crazily, he asked with difficulty,

"Is...is this okay?"

The policeman was also very nervous. He held his gun and said loudly,

"They have to use larger caliber firepower to destroy this vehicle's defenses, don't worry!"

"Haha, hahaha!"

Chief Smith looked at the smooth road ahead. He let out a series of wild laughter as if he was escaping from death, and patted the shoulder of the driving police car. However, his happiness did not last long, because on the other side, the clown failed to hit the target. He screamed and kicked the guy with the other gun out of the truck, then reloaded a rocket.

"It doesn't matter, we can play slowly!"

There was undisguised malice on the Joker's face. He licked his lips. With his evil and chaotic thinking, he naturally knew that Harvey Dent could not be Batman, but Harvey defeated his army. This time it was He had to come, he couldn't stand the thought of Batman being impersonated by someone else.

More importantly... he knew that Batman would definitely come tonight, and it would be a head-on confrontation between him and the big bat. He had been looking forward to it for a long time, and his whole body was trembling with excitement now!

No one can stop this!

Batman...he'll find him and take off that damn helmet with his own hands.

He wanted to see if there were really fearless people driven by justice in this humorless world. He never believed that such a bright flower could be born in this twisted world.

He doesn't believe it!

"The Pretender's death will light up the beautiful sky tonight, I know...I love it."

The clown picked up the grenade launcher, and the dark green grenade warhead made a distorted clown face on him, and he broke into an innocent smile.

"Come on, have a smile!"

"boom"

Scorching flames rushed up in the space behind him, and the grenade rushed towards the fast-moving prison van, but the moment it flew out of the launcher, a black figure suddenly flew across the lane in front of him. When it came out, the bullets from the Vulcan cannon made dazzling sparks on its black armor.

At this moment, Bruce increased the speed of the Batmobile to the highest level, jumped up from the broken guardrail, and the behemoth jumped from the ground into the air, accurately blocking the grenade with its body.

The violent explosion blew open the entire chassis of the Batmobile. This is the most vulnerable part of the Batmobile. I don't know whether to say that the Joker is lucky or Batman is unlucky. In short, when the Batmobile landed, it seemed to have lost its strength. He lost control and rushed backwards.

It collided head-on with an armed pickup truck following the clown's truck, knocking off the bracket of the wildly firing Vulcan gun. The two vehicles were squeezed together, hit a solid guardrail, and rolled deeper into the tunnel. As it passed, sparks flew everywhere, and the ammunition box seemed to be ignited. In the deep darkness, another flame burst out, and the detonated bullet caused a frenzy of chaotic sounds in the closed space.

The clown grabbed the door of the container and exposed most of his body outside the car. Looking at the flames bursting out behind him, he whistled happily and let his body swing in the air, having a great time. ,

"Look! Look! This is what I want! What a beautiful flame, what a beautiful explosion, listen, is this the sound of burning?"

His eyes narrowed, enjoying this moment very much, and even the scary scar on his mouth seemed to become peaceful.

"The big bat is out! Everyone, be careful! He's... coming!"

"buzz"

The huge engine roar erupted at this moment, and the clown's manic laughter stopped immediately. He looked back, and in the darkness of the tunnel, eight dazzling car lights were fully turned on at this moment. The black, four-wheeled heavy-duty locomotive , the modified shell was more like a battle axe, carrying the dark red Ghost Faced Knight as it slid into the truck's lane like a shadow.

When the clown saw the figure, he shrank his eyes, hurriedly ran back to the car, took out a pistol and shot at Seb crazily.

"What the hell! What the hell! It's you again!"

But when the speed increases to a certain level, it is difficult for bullets to hit fast-moving weapons. The sparks caused by the friction between Cyber's wheels and the ground are almost connected. After rushing to the clown's hand not far away, he flicked his left hand, and then Brake hard.

The distance between the black tomahawk and the truck quickly widened at this moment, and screams sounded behind the clown. When he looked back, he saw two grenades fixed together bouncing in the carriage. The lunatics of the clown gang even Choosing to jump out of the car, at this speed and in this environment, the guy who jumped was directly involved in the wheels of the truck before he could land. The clown rushed towards the front of the truck crazily. One second later, in Behind him, a ball of flame exploded.

"boom"

The two high-explosive grenades exploded at the same time, almost blowing the truck's container into two pieces from the center. The bodies of those who could not dodge were simply horrific. However, driven by inertia, the front half of the truck still rushed forward and hit the truck. concrete pillars of the tunnel.

Seb snorted, accelerated again, and rushed towards the truck. The clown with a bloody head endured the pain, staggered into the cab, kicked the unconscious driver out of the cab, and pressed the truck and He saw the rapidly approaching figure from the broken rearview mirror, licking the blood from his lips.

"Hey, I've always wanted to drive a truck..."

"buzz"

Seb had just approached the broken container when he saw the front of the truck scraping against the cement pillar and starting up again, rushing out towards the front of the tunnel. Farther away, the prison van was about to leave the tunnel. The Gotham Police Department The helicopter was already waiting outside the tunnel, and by that time, no matter how perfect the clown's arrangement was, it was of no use.

"Oh my God, we're out!"

Sergeant Smith looked in the rearview mirror and saw the tunnel that looked like an eastern battlefield. He looked at the white dents made by bullets in the prison van and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. The heavily armed convoy was almost powerless to fight back. It is certain that the Joker has the full support of the remaining gangsters.

If they hadn't chosen this car with the best protection, if Batman hadn't blocked the blow for them just now, the result would be...

He grabbed the intercom and shouted,

"Aerial Knight, have you seen us? We are under attack! Requesting support!"

"Air Knight received...the road ahead has been cleared, we are responsible for intercepting the opponent!"

Chief Smith put down the intercom and said to the policeman driving,

"accelerate!"

The speed of the prison truck suddenly increased, but less than 10 seconds later, a tattered truck with only the front part rushed out of the tunnel at a crazy speed, followed almost closely by the black tomahawk.

The clown was sitting in the driver's seat. He saw the helicopter approaching quickly and starting to fire. The truck's glass was already cracked. He snorted,

"Hey, did I bring you here to watch a show? Don't let it disturb me! Otherwise, get out of here!"

The window of the truck was immediately opened, and a guy wearing a clown mask got out, put the grenade launcher on his shoulder, took aim, and pulled the trigger.

"boom"

"rpg!!"

"Climb! Climb quickly!"

The reaction speed of police helicopters is not as strong as that of armed helicopters. In complex terrain like cities, once targeted by RPG weapons, it is almost impossible to escape at this distance.

So Smith could only watch helplessly as a meteor-like grenade rushed into the sky, and finally hit the rapidly climbing helicopter.

"Oh my god...oh my god, who else...who else can stop that madman."

"boom"

A huge fireball exploded in the sky over the city, lighting up the sky over several blocks at this moment. The clown honked his horn crazily, letting the wind blow his messy hair, and laughed wildly in the wind.

"Big fireworks! I love fireworks!"

"Hahahaha"

"buzz"

Behind the truck, a black tomahawk drew a shadow with sparks on the ground, and in front, a strange motorcycle also sprang out of the alley. With huge wheels, Seber could tell at a glance that it belonged to Batman. The front wheel of the Batmobile. It seems that Bruce’s car also hides too many secrets.

Its shape is weird, but it is basically no different from an ordinary motorcycle. The only difference is that in front of the wheels, it is equipped with two spear-like launching rods. The moment Seber approached the speeding truck, the motorcycle behaved in an absolutely weird way. way, turning a 90° turn on the ground.

Its two wheels were like tumbling potatoes, misaligned front and back, rolling half a circle along the axis of the motorcycle. Bruce's body barely moved and turned to face the truck.

The motorcycle restarted quickly, and Batman's body was leaning on the car, like a knight charging on a war horse. The Joker saw him, with an interesting smile on his lips, and murmured to himself,

"Come on, come on, that's it!"

"boom"

"buzz"

Two speeding vehicles, one large and one small, rushed toward each other at top speed. Bruce pressed the button, and two black steel cables shot out from the front of the weird motorcycle, which were fastened directly in front of the truck, and he The weird motorcycle made a crazy turn on the ground and rushed out from the side of the truck.

As the two of them passed each other, Seb saw the eyes under the bat mask. He snorted, held the handle of the tomahawk with one hand, touched his leg with his left hand, and a black pistol appeared in front of him. Palm.

"bang bang"

Two shots were fired at the wheels of the truck. The truck, which was impacting at the highest speed, suddenly lost its direction. Behind him, the iron rope attached to Bruce's motorcycle circled around the iron poles of the four road lamps, and tightly wrapped the rope around the iron poles.

"bang bang bang"

The out-of-control truck straightened the steel cable behind it in an instant, and its rapid forward momentum was forcibly stopped at this moment. Three telephone poles were pulled directly out of the ground at this moment, but the truck was also successfully stopped in place. The kinetic energy empowered the truck, causing this behemoth weighing several tons to stand upright in an upside-down manner at this moment.

Like a steel giant doing a handstand, it even stayed in the air for a brief second, and then fell down with a crash.

"bang"

The truck hit the ground in reverse, with steel parts scattered everywhere, and various steel products flying everywhere... Seb stopped the motorcycle, raised his body from the body, and soon saw the difficult drill out The car door, and then the clown was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and struggling to get up. He turned around and saw Bruce riding a bat motorcycle, rushing towards the clown at high speed.

He lay on the front of the car with great interest, supporting his chin with his left arm. It didn't matter to him whether the clown died tonight, he could catch him the first time, he could catch him the second time, and now he just wanted to see, the clown and Bruce, what kind of sparks will fly, frankly, he is really good.

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