American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

When clowns appear in groups, it is definitely not a grand circus show, but only a fear that makes people's hearts jump.

Batman wasn't scared, but he was distracted.

Because he had a very bad prediction, a premonition that made him want to pick God out and beat him up, that the clown was going to come out.

Well, that's bullshit, because that green smoke is already here, distracting Al Simmons out of his Spawn uniform during a fight and telling him what to expect.

With a clean kick, Batman was kicked out. Batman flew backwards into the green smoke and fell heavily to the ground. The dull pain in his body made him even more irritated.

"Are you here to greet me? I'm so touched!"

The Joker, whose body looked like it was burnt, jumped out from the smoke, stood beside Batman and clapped his hands.

"Ah!" Batman gave the Joker a Gotham welcome without hesitation and punched him in the face.

"Oh...you're going too far."

The fist landed on the clown's face, but there was no feeling of hitting anything solid, it was like hitting the air.

The clown's figure shook twice and then disappeared.

It seemed as if everything just now was just a dream, but Batman did not believe in dreams. His most reliable guess and judgment was that this was an illusion!

The humming sound of engines could be heard all around.

Batman quickly turned his head and saw two strong beams of light shooting through the green smoke, rushing towards the clown-like demons on the road accompanied by the sound of engines.

Or rather, it was a puppet, which was knocked away by the Batmobile's solid outer armor and crushed by its wide tires.

Alfred, the butler sitting in the car, was furious. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, turned the steering wheel, and rushed into the smoke, looking for Batman.

Poor Alfred, now he is gritting his teeth, tears are flashing in his eyes, he can accept everything that life brings, war, sacrifice, pain, and separation.

But he couldn't accept it. He saw Bruce's body. That strong boy shouldn't have died here.

It shouldn't be buried in a cold grave.

He should be alive!

"Butler...Xia, it's me!"

Batman suddenly jumped up and landed directly on the Batmobile, which was accelerating wildly. He used the powerful electromagnetism hidden in the metal layer of his knees to suck himself onto the roof of the car.

"Open the door, I want to get in."

When Alfred heard Batman's voice, he felt like he had just woken up from a dream. Thank God, he was still alive!

Alfred quickly stepped on the brakes, and the flaming engine behind the Batmobile stopped instantly, leaving only rolling heat waves.

The wheels scraped over the gravel and came to a stop, the roof slid open, and Batman jumped in, and Alfred quickly looked at his.

"You're hurt!" Alfred keenly noticed Batman's right hand hidden in his cloak.

"I lost him. He went after Naegi."

Batman didn't answer. He couldn't care about it now. Even though it was just a few words, he had already pieced together the general idea of ​​what happened in his mind.

Naegi has something in his hand, the Spear of Destiny...

Batman suddenly remembered the information on the Batcomputer, the Spear of Longinus, this thing can open up hell. Now a crack has appeared, and the devil inside has to try to get out.

We must widen this crack and never let that guy succeed, but how can we change this crack?

For the first time, Batman was a little helpless. He had never heard of this legendary thing, let alone a countermeasure.

If he could survive this time, he vowed to study this so-called magic and what the devil was.

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound was heard in the air, like the sound of something cutting through the air.

Batman looked up, and Alfred, who was standing next to him, turned pale instantly when he heard the familiar voice. He didn't care about anything else and stepped on the accelerator, running the engine at maximum power.

He drove the Batmobile forward, not daring to stop for even a moment. That sound was simply part of his nightmare.

"What is this?" Batman asked quickly.

"Dark Dragon, the American M1 heavy howitzer, the one with a 240mm caliber! Oh my god, is the army coming?"

Alfred's mind was in a mess. Some scenes from the battlefield kept appearing in his mind. After he resigned from MI5, he worked as a mercenary in Southeast Asia.

They had faced this weapon of mass destruction in World War II, the heavy siege gun, and it was simply terrifying. One shot could hit 23 kilometers away, creating a crater two meters deep and eight meters wide, with an explosion range of one hundred meters away.

The beach would be covered with shrapnel and the blast.

The Batmobile's engine speed has reached its maximum, and the tail flame from the rear engine is almost catching up with the flamethrower.

The whistling sound in the sky disappeared, replaced by a silent void, where no sound could be heard.

The explosion swept across the beach. The impact of the blast swept across the entire beach, especially the burst liquid pipes inside. The dense water droplets covered the beach like fog.

The shrill-laughing clowns on the beach also all disappeared in an instant, as if they had been erased by an eraser.

The fast-moving Batmobile was shaken a little by the impact of the bombardment, but fortunately Alfred reacted quickly enough and drove the Batmobile out in one breath.

Otherwise, the Batmobile would have turned into metal fragments, flying in the sky, and then disappeared completely.

The Batmobile stopped sideways, and Alfred leaned back in his seat, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a sigh.

Batman stood up, opened the roof door and leaned out. The group of clowns on the beach were no longer there.

Perhaps the weapons made by humans are much more brutal than those demons from hell. If they did not fall on humans themselves, it would be a great work.

Batman turned his head, calculating where the shells were fired.

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"Can you fire one more shot? Come on!"

Nygma threw down the binoculars and ran out from the back of the car to urge him. Otis quickly called the surrounding security personnel.

Using the supermarket forklift, they laboriously stuffed another shell that had not yet been modified into the barrel, but the loading and unloading speed was too slow, there were not enough people, and they were not skilled enough.

It was useless for Nygma to be anxious. He could only stand still. Each shell weighed 150 kilograms and was not something he could deal with easily.

"Let me help you put it on."

Otis, who was asking people to use forklifts and chains to load explosives into the barrel of the vehicle-mounted gun, heard that there were still people idle, and hurriedly shouted:

"Hurry up then!"

With a clang, the shell was stuffed into the barrel, the propellant was also pushed in, and with a click, the breech block fell into place.

Something that originally took half an hour to load was completed just like that?

Not only Otis was stunned, but all the security personnel around him were also stunned. What did they just see?

The shell was stuffed in by hand? Is that fake?

Nygma looked at the burly man in the blue tights and reacted quickly, but he didn't open his mouth to ask.

Superman had already answered, "I was just passing by here. Sheriff Naegi said there was a problem here, so I came!"

"Over there, the Crimson Cape, the beach, the devil." When Nygma heard Naegi's name, his curiosity immediately disappeared.

God knows what kind of friends Miaomu has, but this is not a bad thing, it is definitely a good thing.

The security personnel around were so shocked that they couldn't describe it. They knew that their boss was the powerful Arkham Sheriff Naegi, but wasn't this too much power?

"I'll borrow this thing for a bit. Goodbye everyone!"

The red cape behind Superman moved, and he reached out and grabbed the forklift next to him, flew up directly, and disappeared in an instant.

"Fire! After firing, remove the barrel. Don't use the rear vehicle anymore. Pull the barrel back to me." Nygma ordered hurriedly.