American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

When the Joker and Batman meet, it is like explosives meeting fire, and they ignite at once. The explosive is naturally Batman himself.

As for the Joker, he knows better how to detonate Batman. Of course, not being killed on the spot is also a skill.

The Joker was thrown directly to the ground, and Batman gave him a powerful kick, hitting his side directly and knocking him to the ground.

The other members of the Clown Gang also came back to their senses from their stupor, mainly because they just saw their boss, the Clown, being killed by another Clown.

However, they are following the Joker, so has their boss changed? It seems not...right?

Their nerves have been damaged by various drugs, and their wills have been twisted, so they are simply unable to think about such complex issues. However, they are certain of one thing, that is, Batman is the enemy!

Bang, bang, bang, a series of bullets flew towards Batman. Batman reacted immediately and hid behind the booth. The booth was hit by the bullets and wood chips flew everywhere.

The members of the Joker Gang standing on both sides of the auction venue opened fire one after another. The fierce bullets were like a stonemason's chisel, chiseling heavily on the booth, trying to force Batman out.

The clown lying on the ground held his stomach and laughed excitedly in the hail of bullets. He admitted that his previous thinking was narrow-minded. Look how great this is!

Look at these clown guys, how serious they are!

The intense gunfire was more beautiful than any music, and it would have been even better if there had been some screams.

Just like an indispensable embellishment in a symphony.

The clown lay on his back on the ground, humming a little tune, shaking his hands with an intoxicated expression on his face, like a conductor standing in front of the orchestra, letting the deadly bullet fly past his face.

In order to change clothes quickly, Batman did not wear any additional alloy breastplate or bulletproof metal layer. He only wore a black bulletproof uniform and cape.

Although he is bulletproof, it does not mean that he can withstand such fierce firepower, and he is not a reckless man with no courage but recklessness.

Batman, who was hiding behind the booth, took out three balls from the universal belt around his waist and rolled out from the ground.

After the black ball rolled out, several cracks appeared on the metal shell and thick smoke spewed out from it.

The thick smoke spread quickly, and within a few seconds, a wall of smoke covered the front of the booth, blocking the shooter's view, and many bullets were shot off target.

When the Joker came over, Selina, who was hiding in the gap under the seat, looked at Kate, who was gritting her teeth and crying because of fear and worry, and sighed in her heart.

This scene reminded her of her past self. Selena reached out and wiped Kate's tears.

"Don't cry, it will pass." This strong and willful girl gave Kate encouragement.

Then, Selina got out from under the seat and looked at a member of the Joker Gang who was shooting next to her. His pot-bellied appearance was what she hated the most.

Moreover, that guy was holding the submachine gun in his arms with a crazy smile on his face, shooting at the booth. The magazine of thirty bullets was used up in just a few seconds.

Selina rushed forward like a nimble cheetah in the forest, raised her slender thighs, and kicked the clown member hard in the face with her high heels.

The metal heel of the high-heeled shoe poked heavily on his fat face like a stick, and Selina's burst of power was transmitted to him firmly.

The clown's teeth were all shattered by the metal heel. He fell heavily to the ground, mixed blood spurting out.

If Selena became a dentist, there would probably be very few negative reviews.

Selina hooked the submachine gun on the ground with her foot, pulled out a magazine from the overalls of the Joker member, and threw it to a relatively steady middle-aged man next to her.

Although he looked like he hadn't reacted yet.

"Can you use a gun?" Selina turned around and asked.

The middle-aged man holding the submachine gun was a little nervous, but when he saw Selena's beauty, he felt his heart beating faster, although this was due to fear and terror.

But it did not stop him from defining this scene as love at first sight, and it gave him the courage to show off in front of the beautiful woman.

Human beings are creatures that can always burst out with great courage and bravery for certain purposes, even though it may seem a little childish.

"Of course, I have served in the army and am a second lieutenant in the cavalry regiment. Please let me protect you!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he quickly changed magazines and loaded the submachine gun, holding the gun with both hands. If his instructor in the army saw this scene, he might be particularly pleased.

"Protection? No thanks." Selina chuckled. She didn't dislike brave men, even though this man was a little old.

After saying that, Selina lifted her skirt, leaned forward, and instantly kicked down a clown member who was blocking her way.

The Joker member fell forward to the ground.

Selina stepped on his back and jumped up like an acrobat, landing with a backflip, raising her leg and kicking a clown member next to the door in the neck.

The snow-white thighs, the moving muscular lines and the heroic posture made the middle-aged man holding a submachine gun behind her deeply immersed in it.

Kicking away the Joker member who was blocking her way, Selina turned her head to look at the place covered by smoke, frowned slightly, and turned and ran out.

"Retreat! Cover!!!"

The middle-aged man shouted loudly, even using military terms. He raised his submachine gun and pointed it at the place where the clown members were. He pulled the trigger and bullets fired one after another.

Those who were frightened like little chickens jumped up and ran outside without saying a word.

Some people also took the opportunity to lie on the ground and hide in the corner, pretending to be dead. Everyone has his own abilities and choices.

But the Joker members, seeing the crowd running outside, instinctively wanted to turn their guns around.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, several bat darts flew over through the smoke, making a series of clangs and hit the guns in the hands of the Joker members, and the gunfire stopped immediately.

The clown lying on the ground sat up with some confusion, looking at the people who were running away without any gentlemanly manners, and shouted with some complaints:

"Is this the end of the concert?"

"No, your days are over, clown!"

Batman walked out of the smoke with a bandage wrapped around his shoulder, which became very conspicuous against his black armor.

Even he could not dodge such dense bullets. He was shot in the shoulder. Thanks to the quality of the bulletproof vest, it was just a scratch, not a penetration or a bullet hit.