Battle Paradise: Starting from the night of the Uchiha Genocide

Chapter 22 - What is Justice?

"Last night in Wayne's mansion, unknown supernatural beings appeared and captured our city's prosecutor Harvey and the other three police officers..."

"Snapped!"

The remote control of the TV was slammed onto the table, and the mayor looked gloomy at the crowd of people below.

"So, you just watched that clown and his accomplices take Harvey and Gordon away last night?"

"Almost all the available security in Gotham was used there last night. Are you talking to me about mutants now?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Are you staying here with me?"

The entire hall was silent, and no one wanted to touch their boss's bad luck at this time.

In the empty room, only the female anchor on TV was still broadcasting the morning news.

“根据我们的调查，昨晚大闹庆功宴为首的人员正是之前策划银行抢劫案的小丑……啊啊啊啊啊啊！！！”

The clown in a purple suit calmly walked into the live broadcast room and kicked the pretty female anchor away.

In this live broadcast room facing the whole of Gotham, the clown sat down slowly, looking at the camera directly in front of him and the camera brother who was tied up.

The corners of the bright red mouth were slightly raised, and the clown showed a smile that he thought was friendly, and then said slowly: "Everyone who loves Gotham knows that Gotham is the capital of crime..."

"But in the past year, due to some uncontrollable factors, the chaotic Gotham has become stable."

"How can we go on like this? How can we develop if we lose our core competitiveness?"

I don't know where the nail clippers came from. The clown trimmed his fingers and continued: "This is not what makes me the most angry. The most hateful thing is our mayor who is a vegetarian."

"Going on like this, the performance of the Gotham Police Department will drop sharply. Isn't this forcing the police officers to lose their jobs?"

"Dirty capitalist? Bah, hateful!!"

"So... I have prepared a gift for our dear mayor, I hope he will like it."

The clown looked at his manicured nails in the light of the live broadcast room, and then smiled shyly.

Suddenly, the eight o'clock clock rang in the live broadcast room, which made the originally calm clown a little panicked, and hurriedly took out the mobile phone on his waist and dialed a number.

"Oh, my God, it's eight o'clock. The gift should have been delivered. The mayor hasn't seen it yet, has he?"

"Let me call and ask what's going on."

Obviously it was in the live broadcast room, but the clown seemed to see the panicked mayor at this time, and then he seemed to remember something and said slowly: "I'm sorry, look at my memory..."

"I'm so sorry, I forgot I set up a timed call."

"Then you don't blame me?"

"I'm just a clown who loves the mayor."

The mayor was livid after watching the clown's performance, turned around to look at the executives in the hall, and was just about to reprimand, when suddenly a series of bells came from the crowd.

"Jingle bell~~"

whose phone number?

It's all right now, the mayor is in trouble, and he's dead.

That's right, you're so brave, hey.

Among the gloating crowd, a man in a suit and leather shoes looked at the red spot on his stomach with a pale face and smiled miserably.

next second.

"boom!!!"

The beautiful fireworks directly presented a surprise to the people of Gotham City.

The giant bomb sent our dear mayor straight to a game of poker with God.

In the live broadcast room, due to the proximity to the mayor's office, the whole building shook slightly.

Looking at the slightly trembling sitting posture in front of him, the clown smiled and clapped his hands.

"Clap~"

Dozens of gangsters headed by black bosses walked into the cramped live broadcast room.

The clown was pleasantly surprised to take the portable computer in his hand, put it on the table for a while, and then the clown smiled again.

"Ahem, as we all know, our dear Detective Gordon and Prosecutor Harvey accepted our invitation last night and volunteered to join our team."

"And the target...is Batman, a repeat offender."

"OK, I want to ask, who gave him the ability to punish criminals?"

"Isn't this an outlaw fanatic?"

"So I, the clown, made a firm protest against it again."

Speaking of this, the clown turned on the computer on the table, and the screen on the computer was a bank in Gotham City.

In front of the lobby of Gotham Bank, there are ten corpses wearing Batman hanging from the ceiling.

With the inferior bat armor and the makeup of the clown, the tragedy of the imitator is presented by the clown in all directions without dead ends.

Not knowing where he got a comb, the clown continued while arranging his hairstyle, "So, from now on, I will kill a hundred Batman imitators every hour."

After a pause, maybe because he felt that his hairstyle was done, the clown showed a smile that he thought was amiable and continued: "If we can't find an imitator, then we will randomly select lucky viewers from among the citizens to replace the imitator. "

"Look, isn't it very sweet?"

"Until... Batman reveals his identity to the media."

Yangmou, yes, naked Yangmou.

A large part of the people in Gotham were dissatisfied with the existence of Batman, but now it is threatening people's lives.

So you Batman is sacrificing himself?
Or stick to justice and fight the clown to the end?

Just imagine, every night when you are preparing to rest, a "thug" with sophisticated equipment is fighting crime near your home, and he is still unregulated. What does it look like?
It's like the master looks at Superman's point of view, yes, you have maintained the peace of the earth, and then what?
You have extraordinary abilities, and your behavior can only be controlled by your heart. Do you think this makes people feel safe?

If morality is really useful in this way, what is the need for law?
Can you guarantee that Batman won't sabotage on a whim?
What if you accidentally hurt someone while fighting crime?
You just catch criminals and send them to jail, so what if someone dies because of your actions?
Is the justice that Batman insists on must be justice?
justice?

Who exactly came up with this concept?
100 citizens were tied up by thugs on the way of the train, and there was only one citizen on the other side of the fork road. You only need to press the button lightly to change the track of the train.

So what do you do?

Was watching 100 people die tragically?
Or let that person die instead?
If surrogate death, then why let innocent people replace those one hundred people?

There may be a murderer among those one hundred people, you may even hurt more people if you save him...

And the person who died for him may be a good person who has accumulated virtue and done good deeds all his life.

Who knows?

The value of life is simply incalculable.

A person who has mastered top technology, such as curvature technology... Is its value to society higher than that of a hundred low-level workers?
The results speak for themselves.

But what about their family?

How does the affection of one family compare with the affection of a hundred families?

These things cannot be compared quantitatively.

For example, one positive infinity or two positive infinities, who is bigger?

That's what the clown wants.

Don't you Batman insist on justice?
Even criminals are not killed, just sent to prison.

Now justice and yourself, who do you choose?

Is justice really justice?

Is spoiled justice still justice?
Justice...injustice.

(End of this chapter)