I'm dying every day [Comprehensive British and American]

Batman looked at the blonde woman under him, and couldn't help but think of the information he saw in Arkham.

When he rushed to Arkham, the clown had disappeared, leaving only a message.

We will fight for life.

After that, he asked Arkham for a prison escape list. After counting, a total of seven people escaped this time, including a psychologist.

This blond woman was one of them, and she was locked up in the same area as the Joker.

He found her file in Arkham's database, but found nothing but a photo, name, height and weight, and some records of psychotherapy.No medical records, no criminal records, he didn't even know why she was in Arkham.

Originally Batman thought she was with the clown, because all the clowns were on the escape list this time, but he had to doubt it when he saw her wandering aimlessly in Gotham alone.

But the one constant was that she had indeed escaped from Arkham, and it was his mission to capture them all back.

Batman locked Bernice's hands behind her back, making her unable to move, feeling like she was being held down by a mountain.

The dark knight exudes a calm and majestic aura, even if Bernice showed her aura when she was fighting with Kill Matt, she would be instantly reduced to scum.

He asked, "What's your relationship with the clown?"

"Can you...can you let me go first?" Because of difficulty breathing, Bernice's whole face was blushing, and she jumped out word by word, "...I don't like boys Miss."

Batman: "..."

Seeing that Batman didn't respond, Bernice added: "My waist is about to break."

Ah Fu: "... Is it better for me to turn off the communication?"

Batman fell into silence with a headache, and Ah Fu who didn't get any reply said, "I thought you were going to catch fugitives?"

The old butler's voice was obviously ridiculed, in case Bernice said something that would be misunderstood again, Batman cut off the communication with Ah Fu, but he didn't know that his behavior was even more imaginative.

Bernice still maintained the posture of being pressed by Batman on the ground, she looked up into Batman's calm blue eyes, opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly changed her mouth and said: "...I think you It's better to pay attention to the head."

Batman's first reaction was to think that Bernice was playing something, but he still looked up for safety's sake.

He saw where he had just stood, a neon box above the two of them, crumbling.

slap.

The brackets of the neon sign peeled off the wall and the whole light box fell straight down.

In that split second, Batman thinks a lot.

At this distance, he has enough time to dodge to the side, but if he does so, the woman under him will undoubtedly be hit by the front of the light box, and there is not enough time to push her away.

It only took Batman a few tenths of a second to make a decision. He leaned over and covered Bernice under his body, with his hands resting beside her head. Bernice is actually not short, but compared to Batman's tall stature, But she looked petite.

suck--

The light box hit Batman heavily, and the sound made made one wonder whether the light box hit a person or a piece of iron. Bernice, who was protected by Batman, felt the deepest. If the whole light box fell down, she would turn into flesh Cake, but Batman just groaned.

This time the dizzy person was replaced by Batman. It felt like there were many clowns dancing on his head. He didn't need to check to know that he must have a concussion.Bernice's face blurred in his vision, and he shook his head, trying to shake off the dizziness.

Bernice tapped Batman's head with her knuckles, and muttered, "Could it be that he was knocked stupid?"

Batman: "..."

But this was a good opportunity to escape, and Bernice took the opportunity to push Batman away, slipped away, and said to him heartlessly before leaving: "You hit me, the light box hits you, we're even. !"

Batman watched helplessly as the blond woman disappeared around the corner.

A minute later, he stood up and reconnected to Ah Fu. The voice of the old housekeeper sounded in the headset almost at the same time: "Finally remember me? I just found the trace of the clown, and the location has been sent to you."

Batman, who was about to catch up, paused, thought for a while, and left in the opposite direction.

……

Bernice saw the morning sun unharmed.

Thinking back to this night, it was really thrilling and exciting. First, I almost lost my life in Arkham, got into a fight, met Batman, and almost got caught back to Arkham...

I don't know what's wrong with Harleen now, she has no future with the clown, why is she so upset.

Bernice went to five gun shops before she found a shop that sold second-hand guns. It was located underground.

It is not difficult to buy guns in the United States. Different states have different gun laws. Some require a license to buy guns, while others do not. Generally speaking, you can own guns as long as you are older. The first gun, as for the pistol/gun is special, you have to be 21 years old to buy it.

It is not difficult to find a place to buy guns. You can buy guns in professional gun stores, some department stores, outdoor sports user stores, and even supermarkets.

Like Bernice, she has a shotgun/gun to guard the house, but she doesn't know whether selling/guns needs to be checked the same as buying/guns, so she looks for private shops, and the management will be more lenient.

Bernice walked into the store, put her hand/gun on the counter and said to the clerk, "I want to sell guns."

The clerk looked at her first, then picked up the gun and unloaded all the bullets in it, "M1911R1, five hundred dollars."

Bernice didn't study firearms/arms, and she didn't know where the normal price was. She didn't want to go to a few stores to compare, so she agreed immediately.

At this time, another person came in through the door.

It was a tall black-haired young man, or rather, a teenager, because he looked less than 20 years old, but possessed a powerful aura beyond his age.

He walked to the counter and saw the M1911R1 at a glance.

The young man weighed it with his upper hand, then stroked the gun body with his hands, his eyelashes drooping, and his eyes serious.

Bernice looked at him with squinted eyes. He was absolutely handsome. His hair was a bit messy, as if he had just woken up. His bangs were slightly longer and touched the brows, but there were faint dark circles under his eyes. People exude a kind of hostility that strangers should not get close to.

"How much?" he asked, his voice cold.

"$650," the clerk replied.

Bernice moved her ears, quickly took back her gun from the young man, and said to the clerk, "I won't sell this gun anymore."

Shop clerk: "..."

Bernice smiled at the young man again and said, "Do you want it? I'll sell it to you for 600 yuan."

The black-haired young man looked down at her, his eyes sunk in the shadows: "I want to try first."

"Yes, yes." Without saying a word, Bernice filled the gun with all the bullets scattered on the counter. The action was astonishingly fast, and then stuffed it into the young man's hand, smiling politely, "Please try it."

The little clerk stared at the woman's face-changing speed in dumbfounded, it's really shameless!

The young man pointed his gun at the far wall without thinking too much. Bernice confirmed the look in his eyes, and she covered her ears wisely.

It was too late for the clerk to stop it. He was sweating profusely as he watched the young man pull the trigger neatly. After three clicks, three hot holes appeared on the wall.

He said succinctly, "I want it."

Then readily paid.

Bernice happily took the 600 yuan, and left the shop one after the other with the black-haired young man.

The clerk brother is going crazy, the woman says she sells it and doesn't sell it, she counts it as a bow, and she conducts private transactions in his shop openly, and the man directly tries the gun here!What's wrong with these two? !

The prison car escorting the prisoners is driving slowly in the deep suburbs of Gotham. The dark road ahead, which seems to extend endlessly, has no lights. You have to rely on the headlights to barely see the road, but the driver is probably a Experienced hands, the car didn't even vibrate a little.Not far away, a towering minaret was looming under the mist, and the gusts of wind gave people goosebumps, but the mist could not be blown away strangely.

After crossing the gate, the sign of "Arkham Asylum" stood crookedly on it. Under the hazy moonlight, there was a cold light of iron. The prison car drove all the way in, and finally entered the range of Arkham.

The guards on the watchtower recognized the prison car and opened the door to let it go. The car drove in smoothly. The inside was as old as a warehouse, but the door was thick enough to be bulletproof.The car stopped, and the guard at the door held a rifle and asked the man who got out of the car, "How many are there?"

"One." The man answered succinctly, and pulled a person out of the car.

To be precise, a woman.

She passed out, and the man moved her to a wheelchair and handcuffed her hands and feet. With the light of the lamp, the guards could see her face clearly.

There was a strange look in his eyes, this is a rare visitor.

Isn't it?Those sent to Arkham are all lunatics like clowns, or have some superhuman abilities, but their appearance is usually not very flattering, such as killer crocodile, normal people dare not approach, of course, poison ivy Women are an exception.However, this blonde woman, her face makes it impossible to connect her with the criminal.