Battle Paradise: Starting from the night of the Uchiha Genocide

Chapter 25 - Chaos in Gotham
Gently stroking his chin, the clown looked at the computer in front of him thoughtfully.

Among the computers were the protesters on the street.

Looking at the banners and slogans they held high, the clown smiled slightly.

Archimedes once said that if you give her a lever, you can lift up the whole earth.

This principle does not only apply to mechanics...

People's hearts are also...

He winked at the big black man next to him, and the black man on the side was also very clever, and quickly stepped forward to turn on the front camera.

Gotham's No. [-] Internet celebrity - The Joker started the live broadcast again.

As expected by the clown, even the entire Gotham wants to eat its flesh and bones, but in terms of traffic...

Hmm, awesome.

There is no nonsense, the clown directly showed his next move.

Familiar computer, familiar screen, the only difference is that the protagonist has changed...

In the picture, in a black room, Gordon was tied to a chair, with a simple white cloth stuffed in his mouth, and the leg that was stabbed last night was not bandaged, and there was a smell in the air. A faint rotten smell.

Of course, the clown didn't care about this, the black speaker on the wall vibrated slightly.

"I believe our dear Agent Gordon has heard the explosion just now..."

Before the clown finished speaking, an ominous premonition enveloped Gordon's heart.

"Because of some people's stupid behavior, you know, I hate this, so..."

"Harvey's heroic sacrifice for the future of our Gotham City, um, deserves encouragement."

"But it made me very dissatisfied, so I decided to play a game with the guys outside. Of course, the game is meaningless without bets."

At this time, the explosive beside Gordon lit up red.

Having said that, the clown switched the screen to his own live broadcast room.

Using the index and middle fingers of both hands to slightly lift the corners of his cracked mouth, and showing a weird smile, the clown continued his speech.

"I hope that Batman, who ruined the future of Gotham, can find his way back. Of course, if he does something wrong, he will be punished..."

"How about letting him apologize with death?"

"Of course, it's impossible to expect bad guys to listen to me, so I'm here to send an invitation to Gotham's police station, hoping that they can arrest Batman as soon as possible."

"If the police can kill Batman today...as a reward, I will set Gordon free."

"On the contrary, it is..."

"boom!!!"

The live broadcast ended with the clown's weird smile.

On the other hand, after the clown ended the live broadcast, the latest comments about him began to ferment at a deep level, but in general, the words were still divided into three factions.

One is to resolutely oppose the clown's approach and never compromise with it.

In their point of view, once this matter is compromised, Gotham will face increasingly rampant criminals.

This is pure harm and no benefit.

The other kind...is none of my business, nothing to do with me, and hang on high.

You are strong and let you be strong, and the Buddha is not crazy about you.

There are so many people in Gotham City, he wants to kill me?
The ghost knows when, this is about to happen to the body, that is fate, you have to admit it.

As for the last one, which is beyond the expectations of many people and has the most support, it is to kill Batman and restore the formerly disordered world.

A large part of them are former marchers.

No one is a fool.

After Harvey, the leading sheep, was blown into kebabs, so what if Gordon, the alternate sheep, was rescued?
I don't know how useless the previous police station was.

The parade, who was originally angry in his heart, was heartbroken. Since he couldn't beat him, he would join.

Don't you, the clown, dislike Gotham for being too peaceful recently?

Okay, anyway, the police station can't do anything about you. If that's the case, it's useless to spend it here, and you might be called to play in the eighteenth floor of hell someday.

Then I might as well muddy this pot of water, maybe I can step out of the chessboard and become a chess player?

Of course, these people would not have the guts to just say it, but this is Gotham, and there is no shortage of ambitious Gotham.

Under the deliberate instigation of some careerists, the situation in Gotham has become increasingly chaotic.

Clowns are not the only ones who can play tricks on people's hearts...

……

The day after Harvey died.

Su Mu, who was recovering his strength far away in the suburbs, opened his eyes after hearing the explosion sound from the urban area.

Among the dense woods, Su Mu's face was still a little pale. According to the original plan, the clown would handle all the plans, while he hid here to recover his physical strength and pupil strength.

If it was just the sound of the explosion, it wouldn't attract Su Mu's attention, but the fact is that the spores that Su Mu planted on Batman disappeared.

Yep, disappeared.

If it was destroyed by someone or transformed by other owners of Mayfly Art, Su Mu would feel it, but neither.

The last location was in downtown Gotham, and then disappeared, without warning.

As for why Batman came back from the airport?

Su Mu didn't know, but does it matter?

It doesn't matter.

Looking at Gotham in the distance, Su Mu frowned, and calmly swallowed the last few pills in the bottle.

Although there was always a feeling that things were out of control, Su Mu didn't find anything unusual after careful consideration.

Although the clown was a little out of the control of the kaleidoscope at the beginning, it is not unreasonable considering its character and the characteristics of the copy.

But it didn't take long for Su Mu to forget about it. Strength is the foundation.

Standing up from the cross-legged place, Su Mu walked to the side of the big tree.

There were two white chrysalis hanging from the tall tree crown, and Su Mu lightly snapped his fingers.

Among them, the thinner one suddenly fell to the ground, the white silk on the white chrysalis receded slowly, and the head of the man with glasses appeared slowly.

Although the dungeon is not over yet, this does not prevent Su Mu from enjoying the fruits of victory in advance.

Su Mu has no idea about the fat man's magical power, but the man with glasses is different, the mayfly technique, the white spore...

Although these things can't make Su Mu's black light virus mutate again, it is still possible to strengthen the original skills.

Black light streaks emerged from Su Mu's body surface, and at the same time the kaleidoscope in his eyes began to rotate, but it was different from the past, this time it was blooming with black light.

Black tentacles emerged from Su Mu's fingertips and rushed towards the man with glasses. The strong dragging feeling made the unconscious man with glasses feel uncomfortable, and subconsciously frowned.

【drop!Due to unknown reasons, the power of your blood has begun to drain, please leave the current environment as soon as possible. 】

【Current blood loss—one percent, two percent...】

The mechanical sound of Paradise Hongda rang in the head of the man with glasses, coupled with the discomfort brought by Su Mu, the eyes of the man with glasses twitched a few times and finally opened slowly.

The bespectacled man who had just woken up hadn't come to his senses when he was dazzled by the notification sound from the paradise.

But fortunately, Su Mu's actions made him wake up.

Feeling the spores in his body gradually losing vitality, looking at Su Mu who was absorbing the power of his own blood, the man with glasses smiled wryly and said, "So, this is your ability?"

Su Mu was not surprised by the man with glasses who woke up, or Su Mu didn't care about it at all...

But being idle is also being idle, Su Mu still gave a response.

(End of this chapter)