The Death Knell

"It's so hot, um, it smells a little bit."

The death knell group who rushed to the top of the Wien Tower looked at the ruins of the Saints Industrial Building a few blocks away not far away. Halle couldn't help but sigh, and the lollipop in his mouth was spinning quickly.

I don't know if fuel is stored inside the building, or if the Penguins have military-grade incendiary bombs under them. In short, after the building was bombed, a raging fire ignited, as if it was ready to grill something.

The rain in the sky fell on the fire field, forming thick black and red smoke, and the symbol of Saint Technology, the huge green pigeon neon sign, had also fallen on the street at this time, losing its luster.

Lots of thugs holding various weapons, cheering and screaming around the fire, they laughed wildly, and the fire light illuminates all crazy faces.

"It seems that Gotham really has a lot of talents. I didn't know that those old friends also hired professionals who are good at directional blasting." Su Ming touched his chin and observed the scene: "The building collapsed neatly. , There is not even a slight angle of inclination, and it does not affect the surrounding buildings at all, just like ordinary demolition."

Even if it was the death knell, he had to praise his good craftsmanship. This is definitely not a skill that brainless thugs can master. It should be that some professional mercenaries have also been invited.

"But the person on duty inside is probably dead too." Popola lowered his hat and shook his head slightly: "If this fire burns down, our clues are gone. Why did I forget to remind them not to set the fire? "

"That's unrealistic, Bobo, this is Gotham." Hallie changed the lollipop in her mouth and replied with a smile: "Gotham is particular about'where you can't order where', don't expect No matter how high the tactical level of the thugs are, don’t expect them to attack buildings or hack.

"Halley is right." Su Ming was not ready to read it. He had no skill in investigating the fire scene: "Almost 30% of Gotham's mental patients are prone to arson. To purify the darkness of Gotham, perhaps it is to dispel the cold at night, and some even just want to see the light. The sign of human beings entering the stage of civilization is the ability to light fire, and the good people of Gotham are just paying tribute to the ancestors of mankind."

Popo's big eyes blinked a few times, and his big mouth pursed into a line: "Hah, homage? I believe it, even though it seems to me to be a simple illness."

"About this, the doctor sister is going to have a good talk with you, little~orangutan~orangutan."

Hallie holding the umbrella picked up Bobo next to him, tapped his nose with a finger to make him listen carefully, and then took out a pair of gold glasses to put on it, and entered the professional mode:

"The motives of arson are quite complex, including seven types: destructive, excitable, retaliatory, concealed, profit-making, extreme, and serial. Different motives imply different psychological characteristics of criminals. In the United States, Arsonists accounted for only 6.8% of all felons. Among them, the most were diagnosed with mental retardation and personality disorder, followed by schizophrenia and alcoholism, but Gotham's data..."

Professional, the skill of the psychologist Halle has never fallen.

Ivy, who was drenched in the rain and whispered by Black Orchid, also interjected: "The proportion of arsonists here is very high, because all Americans with personality disorders are almost gathered in Gotham. There is Batman here. He is like a seduction. Like a moth lamp, even me, sometimes I can’t help but want to play games with him.”

"What Xiaohong said is what I want to say, dear, there are many kinds of mental illnesses. You can't simply think of them as lunatics, their conditions are different, and everyone is different."

Hallie showed sympathy, but with a smirk hidden in the corners of her mouth, she said to Bobo:

"However, because arsonists often carry fuel with them, if they hit them with a gun, they may explode into fireworks, which is quite fun."

Hallie really thinks so. For her, mental illness is always very attractive, because the human spirit is like an unopened blind box. From the outside, lunatics are the same, but after in-depth psychoanalysis In order to see the color of their souls, each person is unique.

Even the peers of the parallel world are completely different people. Halle talked to the doctor Quezel who was temporarily living on Earth 0 and preparing to give birth, and she could be sure that the two were completely different.

That woman actually feels she owes Gotham in her heart? Still planning to go to work at the police station? Want to become a public servant of the people? It's crazy enough...

Xiao Tang Dou personally thinks that her condition is very serious, and she can feel that Dr. Quezel also treats her cutie on Earth Zero in the same way. Both sides think that the other party is even more crazy, and this is obviously very interesting.

So she likes another herself, at least strong and smart.

"Ah, the useless knowledge has increased again." Xiaofu's expression on his face was irresistible, and his eyes became dead fish: "Although I am a detective, it doesn't mean I have to go to all useless things. Pretend in your head and let me go, you crazy woman."

"Huh, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, I won't! You, the bad orangutan, dare to dislike me? You are obviously a lunatic too! Haha!" Instead, Hallie hugged the orangutan tightly and rounded his face, haha laughing out loud.

Su Ming shook his head, rescued the miserable little lucky orangutan from the woman's hand, and put it on the cloak aside: "Don't make trouble, the Saint Industrial Building has been completely destroyed, and Batman has also appeared. We should go now. ."

"Bat? Where is it?"

Hallie opened her eyes wide, trying to look for the sharp-eared figure through the night and rain, but she didn't see the familiar person.

She saw other things. From another street next to the fire scene, a fleet of red and blue lights drove up quickly. It looked like a policeman, but it quickly proved that they were not, but just borrowed the lighting effects.

It was a group of robots riding large motorcycles. They were tall and sturdy. Their motorcycles could also be transformed into weapons. When these robots stopped on the street to form a formation, these motorcycles became extremely powerful. A heavy machine gun with a sense of technology.

Unlike common machine guns, these guns have a smooth white shell, which is like passing through a white steamed bun with a few tubes. Then these newly recruited police officers started their first law enforcement.

Skip the two steps of arrest and trial, they opened fire directly at the crowd.

The thugs who were still carnival watching the excitement are in chaos. They haven't seen the police, but they haven't seen such a straightforward policeman who uses heavy weapons when they don't agree with each other.

But this did not make them disintegrate. The blood and gore aroused the courage of Gotham. Only a few of the nearly 1,000 crazy thugs near the building's fire site slipped away, and most of the others were swarms of robots occupying a section of the road. go.

They fought back without fear of life or death.