If it weren't for the fact that there were hundreds of hostages on the scene at the moment, and a few cameras that were still on live broadcast, Alf would probably have broken the neck of this ugly monster pointing a gun at him.

He can't do such a cool thing as revealing that he has superpowers in front of audiences all over the United States. He neither intends to be a mutant under government surveillance, nor does he intend to be a superhero.

The most famous criminal in Gotham's history against Batman.The last time he witnessed him being imprisoned, and this time he met him escaping from prison, it was really a great fate.

Calculating the time, the police cars outside should have surrounded the hotel on all sides by this time.

However, he is a clown, and he always has a way to escape successfully.

The clown swaggered away with the "hostage" Alf, and all the security guards around the press conference were killed before he broke in.

There is a brand new police car parked in the underground parking lot of the hotel. I don’t know if it’s because the villain’s IQ is too high or the IQ of the police is generally not high in a world with superheroes.

Such a simple way to escape, no one can stop him.

According to the usual practice, Alf was finally taken by the clown to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

Sometimes he wonders if, as a villain, he is born with the talent to find inaccessible and abandoned buildings, otherwise this clown spends most of his life in Arkham Asylum, why would he be able to find them accurately if he sneaks out once in a while? Such a suitable hiding place is not the same every time.

Alf couldn't accept this simple and dusty environment, the air was filled with a disgusting musty smell, and he didn't know if chemicals had been stored.

Not that he was squeamish and pampered.

The truth is, from the prince of the Elven Kingdom to the future queen of Asgard, from the former lover of Captain America, Batman, and Iron Man to the top super-rich man in the entire American Empire, what reason does he have to accept or endure this kind of life in his life? life in harsh conditions.

In fact, he could have killed the clown right here, or even destroyed the corpse directly. At worst, he would say afterwards that the clown had knocked him out after he escaped from the hotel, and ended up missing.

But he doesn't have the intention to kill now, or thinking about the long-lost date he will witness in a few hours, it is still a bit exciting.

In particular, this might also be a good opportunity for him to try to find a missing man.

Alf couldn't wait to look at the blue sky outside the warehouse.

Gotham Knights are nocturnal animals, and the sun has not yet set, Bruce Wayne should still be catching up on sleep, how will he spend these few hours?

"What are you looking at, waiting for someone to come and rescue you?"

"I just wonder how long it will take until the good show begins."

"Aren't you afraid?" The clown finally felt something was wrong with his calm attitude towards his new hostage.

"What are you afraid of? Are you going to kill me?" Alf picked and picked and finally found a broken wooden box that was barely clean and sat down.

"No, the game of killing is really too low-level. You should know that I have hundreds of ways to make people more painful than death. This is the fun."

"I believe." He also witnessed the scene where this genius psychopath almost drove Batman crazy, "Compared with that group of idiots who just want to rule all mankind, you are an ideal criminal, and you are Uncommon dedication and hard work."

"You're laughing at me, aren't you?" The clown yelled at Alf angrily.One day he will be ridiculed by an ordinary human being!

"No, I'm really admiring you." Alf paused, looked up at the clown's face, which was really unlikable, "Actually, I don't think Batman deserves your perseverance , he is not as good as you, at least he never dared to really admit what he wants in his heart."

"Oh, if you're not trying to please me because you're afraid of what I'll do to you, I'll really look at you with admiration." This time the clown simply sat next to Alf, and started chatting like a friend, "Have you ever seen the group of self-righteous idiots imprisoned in Arkham? I should take you to meet them next time. They always make people feel that the world is hopeless, and even the criminals are so ordinary. Unchallenged **."

"So you're into Batman?"

"Of course, he always makes me feel that there is one more thing in life that I can enjoy very much. For example, how to watch this messenger of justice disappoint, suffer, regret, and then fall." When the clown said these words, he was excited There seems to be sparkle in the eyes.

……

"I'm here, you can let him go."

Batman came this time almost in the afterglow of the setting sun. When the night fell, he was already standing in this abandoned warehouse, with a deliberately hoarse voice that had been processed.

"Oh, what did I see, I haven't seen you for so long, shouldn't you give me a hug to welcome me?" The clown stood up, his evil smile was almost overflowing with excitement, "You know, in Ah When Cam is boring, I think of you every day."

Batman seemed to have gotten used to the Joker's usual opening remarks, and replied indifferently, "I don't mind sending you back to continue thinking."

"Oh. You won't be willing to give up. This time I have prepared a fresh game. Absolutely exciting!" The clown turned around, untied the rope that had been binding Alf's double kill, and handed him a pistol.

Alf weighed the gun in his hand, it didn't look like a fake.What do you mean?Let yourself and Batman kill each other?

"There is only one bullet in the gun, and you can choose to shoot whatever you want." The clown explained, "Me, the masked one, or yourself. I don't promise I won't fight back at you, but I can guarantee that the masked one won't shoot you." Yes. As long as one of the three of us is dead, you can go out from here." The clown raised his machine gun again, "Now is your time to perform, boy, I like you!"

How to say that sentence, neurotic patients have a wide range of thinking, probably there is some truth to it.

Alf felt that if a person's mind was not firm enough or if he had evil thoughts in his heart, it would be easy to be misled by this snake spirit.

With a single bullet, a normal human would not choose to shoot at himself. Survival is also an instinct. The probability of a hit is 1/6. The risk of hitting a clown without being shot into a sieve by the opponent's machine gun is too great.

So, the answer is only...

Alf looked at the extremely serious Batman standing not far away, and suddenly smiled, "I think this game is quite fun, do you want to bet on which of the three of us has the worst luck today?" Alf suddenly He turned his gun and aimed at the clown, "I guess it's him."

"Oh, it's interesting!" The clown was taken aback by the opponent's unreasonable choice, and then pointed his gun at Alf defensively.

"No! You can't!" Batman suddenly understood what Alf wanted to do, and stopped him.

He hadn't seen much of Alf's ability, but he knew that it couldn't be just saving people, otherwise how would he have the guts to go to the terrorist organization's base alone.

But he couldn't let Alf kill in front of him.

"I also think it's a bit inappropriate." Alf didn't rush to shoot, his eyes turned to Batman, "I only have one bullet, I can't completely smash his head, let me see him after death Uglier face, I really can't do it. But I don't like whipping corpses."

Batman:  …

"Make a deal! I suddenly thought of another more fun thing." Alf winked at Batman, "You promise me, I won't kill this ugly monster, how about it?"

Batman: "What?"

Alf: "Say you love me!"

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