The trajectory of the world king in the United States

Choice is a meaning given to behavior by humans. We make choices all the time.

Generally speaking, choice will always bring a series of unpredictable effects to the development of anything, and the word choice is always associated with cost. When we choose a certain action, we will inevitably lose something. , these things we lose because of our choices are called costs.

Having too many choices is not a good thing...because it means you'll pay more.

"boom"

The Joker's head was roughly grabbed, and under the guidance of Batman, his entire body was mounted on the wall of the interrogation room.

"Where's Harvey! Tell me!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

He screamed, but he was not in fear. The blood flowing from his head messed up the paint on his face. There was blood at the corner of his mouth, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

Some are just fanaticism, and some are just excitement, the joy of seeing the most beautiful things blossom.

"I told you before! You have too many principles, and you think they can save you, hahahaha."

"boom"

A punch hit the Joker's abdomen. He curled up in pain and fell to the ground. He watched Batman stretch out his hands, strangle him by the neck, and lift him high.

"Tell me! Where is Harvey!"

"You don't... you don't have anything, anything, anything that can threaten me! Hahahahaha, your strength is useless... Hahaha, this is my rule, you have to make a choice! Break it , bat, break it! Only then can you see the truth..."

The clown felt like he couldn't breathe easily. He waved his hands and said with difficulty like a rooster with its neck cut off,

"The only sensible way to survive in this world is to have no principles! Tonight, you are going to break your only principle!"

"Ahem, I know you can't do it!"

The clown coughed hard, his voice getting lower and lower due to the pain of his neck being strangled,

"So I'm here to help you... make a choice. They are about to die. There are only ten minutes left. If... ahem... you want to save any of them, you have to play my game. Ahem, use me. the rule of!"

"boom"

The Joker's body was thrown out, knocking over the interrogation table in the house. His body was leaning against the wall in a weird posture. He stretched out his hand with difficulty and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Batman, and he didn't know anything about it. There is no doubt that if he is provoked again, this guy might break his principles in anger and kill him.

But he ignored this threat. He saw those eyes. Even in the extreme anger, he still maintained a trace of reason. The clown chuckled and curled up like an injured old dog. He whispered explain,

"Do you understand? Killing... is a choice. Choose one of five lives! Who will you choose? Which four people will you kill? Will you go crazy? Bat, I am really good!"

"Where are they?"

Bruce asked. This time the clown didn't show off anymore. The clown who was beaten extremely miserably looked at him,

"Of course I will tell you...I will tell you everything, representing the loyal wife who I placed at 87 Orchard Street, representing the pure girl on the second floor of the Gotham Orphanage, and the third representing the brave little boy at Warehouse No. 104 on the Pier , and poor Mayor Nestor who represents power in the basement of the old theater in Central City."

He scratched his head and said unsurely,

"Well, if I guess correctly, Harvey, who represents justice, should be at 65 Third Avenue, Narrow Island!"

Bruce suddenly turned around and rushed out of the interrogation room. The clown shouted after him. The madman seemed to be helping.

"Don't save anyone who hesitates. Let me see who you will kill, bat! Let me see!... Hey, don't touch me, I have human rights!"

Chief Smith rushed in and interrupted the clown's voice, and what followed was a beating to the flesh. When Batman rushed out of the police station door, Gordon was already waiting there, wearing a motorcycle helmet. Robin,

He got on the Batmobile and shouted loudly,

"I'm going to save Harvey!"

After saying that, he rushed into the road ahead at extremely fast speed.

"I'm going to the pier!"

Robin set off on a police motorcycle, and Gordon got into the car. There were still three places left. He decided to go to the nearest old theater in Central City. Judging from the time Mayor Nestor left, he was very Probably there.

The moment the vehicle started, a violent roar came from behind the car. Gordon looked back and saw that the dark red figure left and returned. As Seb passed the car, he whispered,

"The orphanage...was handed over to me!"

The speed of the black battle ax increased to the extreme in an instant, and like a swift shadow traveling in the darkness, it quickly disappeared from Gordon's sight. The Gotham Orphanage was the farthest away from here. Seb shouldered this important task. Gordon no longer cared about safe driving. The police car rushed onto the road as fast as possible. He grabbed the intercom and shouted,

"Smith! Damn it, stop hitting him! Go to 87 Orchard Street! Do you hear me?"

"Copy that! I'll ride right over!"

There is almost no difference in life from the moment of birth. It stands to reason that life should be equal. However, when human civilization progresses, there are always factors that add some extra labels to life, so the mayor’s life becomes important, and then Harvey's life will become more important to a child whose life has not yet begun.

The viciousness of the Joker's fatal joke is... He wants to artificially let Bruce Wayne see that Batman, who actually represents Gotham's justice and hope, will also make a cruel choice in this kind of life to save the most important person. people.

This is a mockery of human nature, because for everyone involved in this rescue operation, when choosing a rescue target, they will undergo a spiritual torture about the nature of life and what is most important.

Is it a child?Or a powerful mayor?

He knows very well that as long as one person dies, Batman's will will leave a permanent loophole. For people who abide by the rules, there is nothing more painful than breaking the rules with their own hands. The Joker knows very well what they will do. Do, those who are called heroes will put all the responsibilities on their shoulders, and these weights will eventually crush them.

As for Gordon...the clown curled up in the corner of the interrogation room grinned a malicious smile.

He wants to punish Gordon for ruining his confrontation with Batman... It was originally just his inspiration. Yes, the world is so unfair, and things will always happen randomly, but now, he can't wait to see this A fatal joke.

Who could go crazy?

Batman... or Gordon?That young police detective?

Red... Mr. Red will not go crazy. The clown can be sure of this. He is a colder bastard. Like the clown, he is a person who believes in his own logic, but the difference is that the clown attributes his own logic to chaos. As for Seb, he fell into indifference.

But in the final analysis, after he spent so much effort and arranged so much, how could he only target Batman alone?

"Pity…"

The clown murmured to himself, "Rachel Dawes, little beauty, if I can catch you, that would be perfect, they will all be defeated, everyone will be..."

"Ding"

Something was thrown into the interrogation room. The clown's eyes lit up when he saw the thing. He looked around, wiped the blood from his mouth, and quietly held the thing in his hand.

With lightning speed, the figures of Seber and his steel beasts truly became a red phantom in the city.

His target is the Gotham Orphanage, a place where Catherine has stayed, and it seems that Selina has also stayed there. Seb knows where that place is. His body is tied to this crazy motorcycle, and the speed is approaching 450km/h. h, even a gust of wind blowing in the face is enough to carry Seb's body flying.

This speed has almost exceeded the speed of a motorcycle. Normal people cannot drive it. With just a slight tilt, there may be a tragic car accident. But Seb can, his mental reaction speed is completely sufficient. His unusual physique allowed him to drive the motorcycle that roared like thunder through the streets of Gotham.

No one knew the time set by the lunatic Joker. Now that he was on the road to saving people, what Seb was most worried about was the sudden burst of flames in front of him.

"This is the feeling of a good person..."

Seb thought with some self-deprecation in his heart, "Good people are always controlled by bad people, because destruction is always easier to save."

Indeed, in the confrontation between Batman and the Joker, Bruce never seems to win. Cyber ​​has a new understanding of the clown's destructive power, but he knows how to deal with the clown. This kind of person, the moment he seizes Time to put a bullet in his brain.

If possible, Seb would rather go back to that night, and insert the knife into that guy's heart even if everyone stopped him. Unfortunately... at that time, he was also controlled by wild madness, if not Professor Charles used force to get him out of that state. I'm afraid Harvey would have died long ago.

This was also the reason why he didn't want to get involved with the Joker anymore. He was also afraid that he would lose control again. When Gordon was shot by a bullet at Robert's memorial service, Seber clearly felt that his Emotions were manipulating his body crazily, killing all the criminals.

Beastial instinct seemed to take over him at that moment.

This experience made Seber even more worried about his situation. He knew very well that once he lost control, no one in the city could suppress him. He would either be blown to pieces or commit horrific killings.

He doesn't care about death, but he won't kill ordinary people for no reason.

"click"

The black battle ax turned into a black alley with no street lights. The environment here was extremely bad, and the smell of garbage was everywhere. That's right, this is the Gotham Orphanage.

This building has existed for a long time, but after Bruce's father established the new, larger Wayne Orphanage in the name of the Wayne family, it was on the verge of being abandoned. Only unlucky children like Catherine would be sent to it. Come here, it is said that there are many complicated secrets hidden here, but it was completely closed a year ago.

So now here, looking at it in the dark, it looks like a haunted house, with excited little animals making all kinds of noises in the dark. Ordinary people would probably be scared to death when they come here.

But these have nothing to do with Seb, so he won't be afraid of them.

"boom"

The tightly closed, already rusty door was directly knocked open by the tomahawk. Without even stopping, Seber took off the flying claw gun from his belt and rushed to the second floor of the orphanage driven by the steel cable.

In front of him were more than 20 rooms that were almost identical. He searched outside as quickly as possible. No one knew how long it would take before the explosion would occur. He had to hurry up.

Finally, outside the utility room at the edge, Seb smelled the strong smell of gasoline. He kicked open the closed door and rushed in. The light source of the gauntlet was turned on at this moment. After seeing this After seeing the layout of the room, Seb's eyes narrowed suddenly.

There were at least 20 barrels of gasoline, and there was a timer fixed on the side of the oil barrel. The number on it jumped around 10 minutes. This made Seber relieved. Once this place exploded, it would be enough to level the entire orphanage. Seber Quickly walking into the deepest part of the utility room, I saw a little girl in a white dress lying on the ground, looking like she was unconscious.

He hurriedly walked over and wanted to pick up the little girl. Under the shining light, Seb's eyes glanced at the girl's face, and his footsteps immediately stopped in place.

This is...Barbara Gordon, Gordon's little daughter!

Could it be that the wife and boy that the clown was talking about are...

"Damn!"

Seb cursed, "Gordon is going to go crazy!"

He stretched out his hand and held little Barbara in his arms, but at the moment he stood up, a metal wire connected to the little girl's back was broken. Seb heard the sound, and turned around suddenly. The number of the timer changed rapidly and finally stopped at 5.

"Damn it!"

"boom"

The heat in Seb's body exploded at this moment. Like a football player, he held Barbara tightly in his arms and rushed towards the glass of the utility room, smashing the broken glass. , the moment he leaped into the air, behind him, a dazzling golden flame was like a fireball.

It exploded with a bang, and Seber felt the strong driving force and scorching flames behind him, burning his armor, but what was tumbling in Seber's mind at this time was another thought.

Is there the same deadly design in other places, that insidious bastard!

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