American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

On the gravel beach of the Crimson Cape, in front of the Hell Crack, Miaomu faced the horror of hell with great dignity.

The death shooter behind him was pulling the bolt in his hand until it was almost smoking. This Mosinagant, which he had precisely modified, still looked like a Soviet-made Type 30 Mosinagan rifle.

The rifling of the barrel and the shooting aspects all use additional accessories, and the bullets fired are armor-piercing rifle bullets.

Many little demons that had just flown out of the cracks in hell were shot through the eye sockets and their heads shattered by the bullets. They fell from the sky like pigeons with their heads blown up.

There is no law or concept of "death" in hell, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist in the real world that serves as a balance between heaven and hell.

Once they leave the confines of Hell, they will have the life they crave, but will also face the threat of death, although they may fall into Hell again and face the punishment of being burned by the fire of judgment.

“This tastes really great.”

The clown dragon flapped its wings and flew out from the crack of hell. It sniffed hard and rolled its eyes upwards, looking like an addicted drug addict.

"Then you'll have some more! Welcome!"

Miaomu took out a grenade with a special shape, tensed the muscles in his arms, took two steps forward, and threw the grenade directly at the film-like wings of the clown dragon.

The spinning grenade flew through the air and landed on the wings of the clown dragon. This action looked like throwing a bottle of mineral water onto a freighter.

But then there was the sound of an explosion, the corrosive flash of white light, and the sudden change of expression on the clown dragon's face.

All of this demonstrated the power of this grenade loaded with highly concentrated holy water, which blew the right wing of the clown dragon into pieces.

The wings supported by the demon skin lost their ability to fly due to the corrosion of the holy water. The clown dragon fell on the beach, and its huge hind half was stuck in the gap and had not yet come out.

This was the opportunity that Miaomu found. At the same time, a red lightning instantly rushed to the clown dragon's body and circled around the clown dragon for more than ten times like a chain.

The Flash Barry launched thousands of attacks on the Clown Dragon in an instant. His rapidly shaking hand knife cut deep and bottomless wounds on the Clown Dragon's body.

This molecular-level vibration allows the Flash to penetrate any object. This is also his way of fighting, using speed!

The absolute speed, even a slight touch, would cause huge damage. A series of green blood spurted out from the clown dragon's body and sprayed out along the wound.

Like a giant green caterpillar whose body was pierced by a blade, the clown dragon rolled over in pain, and flames gathered in its mouth and sprayed around.

The Flash took Naegi out in a flash, dodging the oncoming jet of flames.

The flames with the stench of sulfur swept across the gravel beach with extremely high temperature. The scattered sand and gravel melted into red magma under the scorching heat, just like molten glass.

"Damn it, how do I handle this?"

Naegi stood on the side of the road, looking at the fire-breathing clown dragon. He reached out and took off his jacket, threw it on the ground, then rolled up his sleeves. Only then did he notice the Spear of Destiny in his hand.

The silver-white tip of the spear looked extremely exquisite under the light of the fire, like a double-edged dagger, and it fit perfectly in the hand. Miaomu held the Spear of Destiny in reverse and inserted it into the holster at his waist.

"Barry, go find someone for me. The target is Robinson Park, where the Zatara Circus is still. Find Constantinstein or Zatanna. We need a magician!"

Miao Mu immediately shouted that this clown dragon was not difficult to deal with. To be honest, it was just a little bigger in size and a little more terrifying in strength.

From the way the Flash fought just now, he can deal with it, but the hell behind him is not easy to deal with. We have to find a way to plug or seal the crack.

This is not something that can be blocked by bricks or cement. The densely packed little demons flying out of it like a flock of birds is not a good sign.

When the Flash heard Naegi's order, he immediately left the battlefield and rushed towards the city of Gotham. What Naegi said was right, they really needed the help of the magician.

However, Barry would rather meet Zatanna than Constantinstein, that guy... he's a hero, but he's just too bad.

Barry, who comes from ten years later, doesn't have much good feelings towards Constantinstein. If he hadn't helped in every crisis and frequently appeared in the justice sequence, Barry would have suspected that he was a villain.

After the Flash left, the situation on the beach changed. Looking at the huge and bloated clown dragon, Naegi felt a little helpless, although his boxing skills were indeed good.

But... the size difference is too big, unless he is given a magic wand, he can directly transform into Ultraman and show how to tear a giant snake apart with his bare hands.

"Boss, are you okay?"

The smoky-faced Death Shooter Lawton ran over carrying his modified Mosin-Nagant. When the clown dragon was breathing fire just now, Lawton had even thought of what to shout at Naegi's funeral.

As a result, the seedlings facing the flames were instantly sent to the back by a red light, while Lao Dun, who was the first to turn around and run away, became the last one and was almost burned on the buttocks by the fire.

Seeing this scene, there was only one thing in Lawton's mind: he would definitely follow this boss, what a tough life he has!

"It's okay, use this to blind its eyes."

Naegi threw the M500 revolver from his waist to Lawton, and also threw him a quick-change magazine with glass bullets and liquid sloshing inside.

"This one……"

Lawton took the revolver and emptied the bullets from the cylinder and replaced the bullets smoothly. His movements were so fast that Miaomu couldn't even see clearly before he had pulled the hammer and was ready to shoot.

Originally Lawton wanted to say that it was a little difficult and the bullet could not penetrate the defense, but when he saw the clown dragon's eyeballs that were bigger than his upper body, he pulled the trigger directly.

Three bullets into the left eye and two bullets into the right eye. When he ran out of bullets, Lawton immediately squatted down, reached out to grab the bullets that had just fallen, quickly reloaded, and fired five more bullets into the right eye.

Miaomu only heard the familiar sound of gunfire ringing continuously. In the past, he was the one who fired the gun, and he didn't feel anything. Why did it feel like the power of the gun became greater when it was in Lawton's hands?

The clown dragon raised his head and screamed, and flames spewed out of his mouth again. Miaomu dragged Lao Dun and jumped directly from the road, without paying attention to the rolling heat waves on the beach below.

Just after they jumped down, the warehouse behind them was turned into ashes and ruins by the flames. Thick smoke that was enough to suffocate people, accompanied by heat waves, swept around.

Amid the ruins and broken bricks and tiles, the huge black tires rolled over the fire and rushed over fearlessly.

"Batman, there's a wall in front of us!"

Alfred used the co-pilot's joystick to control the driving of the Batmobile. In order not to reveal their true identities, they both used code names to address each other. Alfred was called the Butler... Hero.

He chose it himself because he likes this profession very much.

But no matter how much he loves this job, there is no way he can just crash his car through an obvious dead end.

"Calm down, Butler, just drive!"

Batman activated the Batmobile's onboard weapon system, and the driver's seat where he was sitting had shrunk and transformed into a weapon operating console.

The Batmobile carries small explosive missiles, which are used to destroy walls and ruins, although the original design concept of this vehicle was to be an engineering vehicle for repairing bridges.

Batman held the weapon console, aimed at the burning rubble in front of him, and immediately launched a missile.

Two explosive missiles in front of the tank, with white trails, penetrated into the ruins blocking the road. With a bang, they blasted out a road. The blown-away bricks and tiles fell from the sky with flames like flowers scattered by fairies.

The clown dragon that was breathing fire and screaming in pain suddenly felt something. It was the laughter of the clown in hell. An old friend was coming!

In the soul of the Joker Dragon, the Joker's obsession with Batman also emerged, that poor and helpless child wrapped in darkness, fear, and an iron will.

It would be fun to make him cry!

After removing the monster's armor, I saw the innocent little boy crying bitterly after everything was destroyed.

That's great. The Joker has ten thousand ways to torture Batman in his mind. It's good to be a person with a bottom line. He can degenerate the saint into a shameless whore and let the saint be stained with filth and fall into hell.

This is what he wants, to let those good people who think the world can still be saved destroy the world with their own hands, that would be beautiful!

Let a mother kill her beloved child, let those who devote themselves to their ideals eventually trample on their so-called ideals, this makes the clown intoxicated like a cup of fine wine.

Perhaps Malebolgia was right. The Joker's madness was too consistent with Hell. If there weren't so few positions for the Lord of Hell, the Joker would probably be his immediate superior.