The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

The clown occupied the entire building, and the hostages were held underground. The accomplices were either patrolling around the building with machine guns, or leaned out from the windows of the upper floors, aiming at those possible dangerous factors, and waiting in full force.

Gordon stepped into the clown's sphere of influence, and the infrared rays aimed at by the gun fell on him one after another. He exhaled, raised his hands high, and signaled that he was not malicious, "I just want to talk to the clown."

"There's nothing to talk about, the clown won't see you!" the muscular man cursed viciously.

Gordon knew that the clown would not talk about any demands, but he still said: "Don't be so sure, I still remember you, the second in command of the Ramses family, the judge sentenced you to 150 years in prison, but it's a pity that you died in less than three years. Because the mental problem was transferred to Arkham, you probably suffered a lot when Jonathan was around, now you have such a good opportunity, you should seize it."

Since coming to Gotham, he has dealt with politicians and gang leaders for too long, and he has gradually become more eloquent. Although he hates these social cancers of "parole for medical treatment" in his heart, he still has a hypocritical look on his face look.

Seeing that the man was a little moved, he continued his efforts, "Leave Arkham, seal the criminal files, and even ask the judge to change the sentence. You should have a purpose. So, let me meet the clown?"

The men looked at each other, and the former second in command finally retracted his gun, turned around and walked into the building.

This is what it means to lead the way.

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly wiped the cold sweat from his palms.He didn't have much confidence, but there should always be someone to do dangerous things, right?

After a while, the second in command leaned out and waved to him, "The clown let you in."

It became.

Gordon closed his eyes, then took a step.He cautiously walked towards the building, the road was covered with bullet marks and blood, and there was a sense of lifeless depression, but when he entered the building, the depression suddenly dissipated, and on the contrary, he lost a lot of malice.

The clown was underground, and the muscular man didn't continue to lead the way. He just led him to the stairs and returned to his post.

Wilson's words came back to Gordon's mind.They perform their duties in an orderly manner, which is indeed very different from the clown's previous actions, and there seems to be someone else's shadow behind him.He frowned and walked down. The further down he went, the more noisy the surroundings became. Hundreds of real schizophrenic patients crowded together, crying, screaming, singing, praying, hundreds of voices overlapped together , When he pushed open the metal door of Unicom to the outside world, Gordon's mind suddenly froze.

In contrast, the clown nestled on the broken cardboard box, propped his head on his hands contentedly, and greeted him with a smile, "Yo, James."

There was even a girl beside him who made him a cup of black tea attentively!

But soon, Gordon noticed the weirdness of the girl. Her face was covered with heavy makeup, and she couldn't see her face. It was a somewhat torn medical white robe.Gordon's expression became more serious, and he thought of a not so wonderful possibility.

Could it be that the clown turned against a doctor and screwed up her brain?The girl doesn't look like everything is normal.

Seeming to see what he was thinking, the clown flipped his curly hair flamboyantly, "Don't be so serious, Harley just abandoned the hypocritical and dirty display and made the right choice."

"The so-called right is to give up a decent life with high wages, paint your face, and put bombs in the building?"

"Shut up, of course I want to follow Mr. J." Harry bent down, leaned his head on the clown's shoulder, and swore intimately.

The clown was noncommittal, and raised his eyebrows at Gordon, "I thought you didn't come to provoke?"

"Then what exactly do you want to do?"

The clown didn't even mention the motive for the riot, he just re-wrote the story of the scar with an exaggerated expression, and gave a new source for the long scar on the corner of his mouth.By the time Gordon finally realized belatedly that the other party was deliberately delaying, it was already too late.

Because the clown suddenly smiled at him, his lips covered in crimson oil paint were greatly split, and the scars on the corners of his lips were pulled to look extremely ferocious. He just squinted at him, and raised his index finger to his mouth, haha Breathing out a syllable softly.

"boom!"

Gordon's heart tightened.

"Boom!" Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden loud noise on the observation platform, accompanied by splashing sparks, and golden-red waves rose up.Even though they are still far away, they can still feel the burning heat blowing towards their faces.

The watchtower is the gateway to Arkham, and it is also the biggest obstacle for patients to escape. The heavy machine guns on it rotate and aim 24 hours a day, and even attack those dangerous people who want to escape. No one knows when and how the bomb was planted , but this door has already been opened.

Most of the real patients who were confused were trembling with horror from the explosion, but those criminals who were imprisoned in Arkham for various reasons cheered loudly.

"It's not over yet." With mischievous malice, the clown panted and laughed lightly.Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the whole of Arkham suddenly became pitch black.

Someone remotely controlled the electricity of the entire madhouse.And most of them are remote, the helper can't be found, he even lost the clown.Looking at Napier who climbed up the helicopter ladder with the medical girl in his arms, Mr. Inspector had a splitting headache.

Should he be thankful that the clown has the habit of pitting his temporary subordinates? At least he only took away the interns with no criminal records, leaving behind these vicious natives of Arkham.

He called the ambush guards to attack, and when the situation was under control, Gordon had a splitting headache as he calculated the number of casualties and the total damage caused by the explosion.

Going back will be scolded miserably!

Rubbing his forehead, he looked at the half of the red clothes beside him, "What should we do? Can your magical power help me hunt down the clown?"

The red-clothed corner shook violently, and Gordon could even guess the astonishment on the other person's face. He shrugged and urged, "We don't have much time, Mr. Unknown."

Finally, the air in front of him fluctuated, as if the soft cloth covering his body was torn off, and from the top of his head, a thin young man with messy black hair was gradually revealed.

The young man opened his mouth and called out loudly, "...Godfather."

"what?"

"Godfather! Sirius! Woo...I finally found you." The young man blinked aggrievedly, and hugged Gordon tightly.

Gordon was dumbfounded.

……

The helicopter had already flown far away from Arkham, the clown asked Harry to hug him tightly, and climbed into the cabin with Harry on his back.

The helicopter is not big, and the pilot is also an old acquaintance, "Long time no see, Wilson, I have done everything you asked."

"If you don't count the video call last night, yes, we haven't seen each other for a long time." Wilson heaved a sigh of relief and was in a teasing mood.

I received a message from the old man before, saying that Xiao 79 accidentally found out some secrets of Arkham when he was investigating the disappearance of his youngest son.The new dean also seems to have an alternative hobby of human experimentation. The newly built building is where she studies dna. Except for the new interns, the medical core has long been hers, either by coercion or temptation. Jones' handwriting even Bigger than Jonathan stuck in Arabia.

Wilson didn't like human experiments in his last life, especially in this life, but Jones was different from Jonathan, there was a shadow of someone in power behind her, and the evidence found by 79 was useless.After thinking about it, the only solution is to dismantle it violently. When he thought of his friend Joker, who had videoconferenced that Arkham was too boring and wanted to "break out of prison", he took the initiative to assume the responsibility of remote control circuit, and only asked the Joker to remove the building before he left. The laboratory building was blown up.

Everything went very smoothly, except for the extra person on the plane.

"So, why did you bring someone here?" He glanced at the fanatical female doctor next to the clown and asked.

"Poor Harley, Dean Jones is always targeting her, I don't feel at ease leaving her in Arkham."

"...Are you sure it wasn't you who made her like this?"

"Clowns never lie!" Napier emphasized dissatisfiedly.

"Don't speak ill of Mr. J!" Harley quickly adapted to the new environment, and only when she heard that her spiritual idol was questioned, she immediately stepped on her neck to refute.

Wilson, who had been a villain for nothing, rolled his eyes at the boss, and said without sincerity, "Forget me meddling in my own business." Although he still felt that the clown would not be so kind, it was probably because girls were too interesting and wanted to figure out Jones too much. The reason for paying too much attention to her.

After a while, the helicopter gradually flew out of Gotham. The clown leaned against the window and narrowed his eyes. "This is not the direction of Gotham. Where are we going?"

"I'm going to the Metropolis. Clark has settled down and invited me to be a guest. I know you are not easy to deal with. You can wait a while and transfer to the bus."

"Wearing this outfit? Good idea." The clown grinned, his whole face becoming more and more terrifying, "Maybe I should think of a circus name, so as not to be asked by curious passengers, oh, what do you think? How about a circucircus?"

Wilson ignored him.

The clown continued his efforts, "Is it still happy, smile?"

"Maybe it should be called shutdown." Wilson complained coldly.

The clown huddled into a ball aggrieved, even with Harry's comfort, he couldn't liven up again.He nodded his chin and muttered a few words about Clark, and suddenly laughed, "Actually, I really like that boy from a small town. It would be nice to go to the metropolis to catch up on the old days."