American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Warehouse area.

Teams of quick response troops dressed in black arrived at the scene, which was another masterpiece of Sheriff Gordon.

To be precise, it was a quick reaction force prepared by Gordon in order to take action as soon as possible after he broke off relations with Falcone.

The personnel selected are all retired military personnel and top students in the police station.

"Team B has arrived at its location."

"Team A has arrived at its location."

On the rooftop of a building 500 meters outside the warehouse, a sniper holding a sniper rifle said into the pager:

"Team C has arrived at its location."

On the road outside the warehouse, Naegi held the pager, didn't say anything, just stared at Brock.

Logically, Miaomu's rank was not high enough to command this round-up, but Brock was cunning and didn't want to take any responsibility.

He directly promoted Miaomu to be the on-site commander and got the approval of Police Chief Lob first.

"Act according to the plan." Miao Mu said while holding the pager.

Turning around, he looked at the black commercial vehicle that had crashed into the wall, with broken glass and white airbags popping out. It was the one the Joker drove away.

Before the engine was turned off, all the money in the car disappeared. It would take a while for the clown to move 30 million in cash.

There were a few green banknotes scattered on the ground, like road signs, all the way to the door of a warehouse.

There was also half a banknote stuck between the two doors.

Group A went directly to the roof of the warehouse, Group B broke through from the front, and Group C provided cover. They were already familiar with this kind of training.

A member of Group B leaned against the wall and made a gesture. A member carrying a battering ram rushed over, smashed the door open with one hammer, and threw two flash grenades in.

As the sound exploded, Group A kicked the skylight windows and quickly descended, holding guns and looking around vigilantly.

There were many curtains hanging in the warehouse, which were divided into many pieces, and there were also hesitant sounds.

The members of Group B attacked from the front, advancing in groups of two, while both Group A and Group B walked towards the place where the sound came from.

As the last curtain was lifted, a clown figure was seen tied to a chair. There seemed to be a mechanism inside, and its head shook and made sounds. There was also a sign hanging below.

"Welcome to the Clown Theater, hahahaha"

"There's someone here!" shouted the members of Group A.

The others hurried over, and at this time no one noticed that the clown puppet's shaking head stopped.

The people in Group A quickly lifted the cloth and saw a man in work clothes with a hole in his head. He had been dead for a long time.

"Hahahahahahaha. Hahahahahahaha."

The clown doll suddenly laughed, and this terrifying smile made everyone present feel a chill down their spine.

Miaomu, who was temporarily directing outside, was holding a pager and asking about the situation on the scene. The next second, Miaomu could not hear any sound. He was confused.

Seeing the eyes of people around him, Miaomu quickly turned his head.

The entire warehouse behind him was blown away, and the surrounding glass was all shattered by the impact of the explosion.

There was a big hole in the roof of the warehouse.

Everyone present was trembling in their hearts.

"Fuck it!" Miaomu picked up the gun and quickly called people over, but the sound of the explosion made their ears buzz.

Only Miaomu ran over, and after just one look, he almost vomited. The warehouse was a complete meat-mincing field, and the meat was half-burnt.

There was also a pungent smell of chemicals in the air, it was a liquid chemical bomb...

Two quick response teams, five people each... gone.

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"Hahaha. Ahahaha."

The Joker sat on the couch, watching the news report on TV with an exaggerated smile on his face. He grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it into his mouth, spilling more than he ate.

On TV, reporters are reporting on the scene.

"Captain Gordon, can you tell me why the police are suffering losses now?" A reporter put the microphone in front of Gordon.

Gordon looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant. His hair seemed to have turned all white, and the beard on his lips was tangled. He moved several times but didn't say a word.

Those good guys whose names he could call out have now become a body, no, a pile of remains that can't even be called a corpse.

This shock was hard for him to accept, and he even didn't want to believe it, but he had to admit it.

This is his fault... He shouldn't have done this...

The TV was turned off.

That wrinkled old sheriff was not funny at all. The Joker grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it into his mouth, then turned to look at the pile of banknotes behind him.

The piles of banknotes were placed on the ground, like a table, but the clown thought it looked more like cake.

There is also a beautiful ornament on it, Bicardina, with clown makeup on her face, which is wet with tears and blurred into a ball, but it still can't hide her beautiful appearance.

But the clown didn't do anything except put makeup on her. She was still tied to the chair and the ropes were still wrapped around her body.

This is an unfinished building, the main frame of the floors has been erected, and this is also Falcone's construction site.

"They all say that you are the most beautiful woman in the world, and this is the most lovely thing in the world." The clown picked up a stack of banknotes, slapped it on his face, and threw it on the ground.

With a crazy smile on his face, the clown clapped his hands and said, "The most beautiful woman, the most beloved money, these two things are burned together, will the burning flame be more beautiful?"

When Bicardina heard this, she trembled and shook her head.

She didn't dare to think about what this madman would do, but she didn't want to be burned to death, she didn't want to die...

The clown was holding a gasoline barrel, smiling expectantly like a child about to open a present, and gasoline poured down on Vicardina's head, causing her light blonde hair to stick to her face.

Bicardina whimpered in despair.

"clown!!!"

An angry roar came from under the building. When the clown heard the sound, he tilted his head, as if wondering, who is he calling?

The empty gasoline barrel was thrown to the ground, making a hollow clash sound.

The Joker stepped on the gasoline on the ground and walked to the edge of the building. Suddenly, a dark shadow flew up from below.

A punch hit the clown in the face with such force that it broke the clown's nose.

The clown covered his nose and screamed in pain on the ground, his body struggling and rolling like a live loach thrown into a frying pan.

The black shadow stepped over, and the clown suddenly stopped screaming. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and snorted. The white handkerchief was stained red by the nosebleed.

It seemed that the person who screamed just now was not him. The clown turned his head to look at the black shadow. The sun was setting outside.

There were two sharp horns on the black shadow's head. As he took another step closer, the clown began to laugh, and his laugh was very happy.

The blood flowing from the nose flowed directly into the mouth.

"It's you! I remember you!" The Joker pointed at the Batman in front of him, very happy.

Batman had a cold look on his face. He pinched the Joker's finger and broke it with a snap. The finger broke directly in the opposite direction.

The clown looked at his fingers on the back of his hand and moved them a little, seeming to feel no pain at all.

"You're under arrest, Joker!" Batman said coldly.

"Oh, okay, catch me. I'm guilty of a heinous crime. I want to confess. I'm so bad." The clown's face changed instantly and he stretched out his hands pitifully, as if he was going to be handcuffed.

Batman would not let him off and reached out to grab him, but the Joker reached out and held Batman's hand.

He grinned and said, "I am so bad."

Batman only felt his palm getting hot, followed by a violent high-voltage electric current that instantly circled around his body, and the microcomputer on his arm exploded due to excessive voltage.

Batman was trembling all over, but the protection of his equipment and his strong physique allowed him to shake off the Joker's hand.

The hand that was electrocuted was shaking constantly. Batman gritted his teeth, raised his hand and hit his leg twice before he regained consciousness.

"Ah... I thought I could kill you..."

The clown said with a lost look on his face, and a black circular outline was burned on the white gloves he was wearing.

Batman gritted his teeth. It was the first time he was played a trick on someone like this, which made his already restless heart even more furious. He walked forward.

The Joker stood there, looking at Batman who was walking towards him, and blinked innocently, as if he was not the one who had just done it.

Batman swung his arm and punched the Joker, knocking him flying and falling to the ground.

The clown coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood, then he rolled on the ground like a naughty child.

"It hurts, it hurts, the bat is so bad... so bad..."

Batman snorted and clenched his fists. No matter how crazy and stupid the Joker acted, he would never let him go.

But Batman miscalculated one thing. The Joker was truly crazy, not pretending. Perhaps it was because of his naturally uneven brain distribution. The right hemisphere of his brain was larger than the left one.

It is impossible to predict what he will do next, just like now...

Batman swung his fist and hit the Joker on the ground directly. The Joker suddenly turned around and let Batman's fist fall to the ground, and the ground could feel the vibration.

The Joker took out a pistol, a revolver, which was left by the two robbers who invited him to rob the bank that night.

He walked on the street for a long time with the pistol, trying to kill someone, but in the end he failed and was caught by the police.

However, seeing that there was not much to gain from him, they released him, so he used the gun to kill a man.

An old man, or an old lady, because he has a cat, but the cat doesn’t like him. Why?

Why didn't the cat like him? So he asked the old lady, using a bullet.