Battle Paradise: Starting from the night of the Uchiha Genocide

Chapter 31 - A Situation Out of Control

In the dimly lit room, a man in a police uniform was wearing a headgear on a black seat.

Yang Jing called out twice tentatively: "Director Gordon? How are you doing now?"

"..."

There was no response, and there was silence in the dimly lit room.

Seeing this situation, there was no other way, so Yang Jing summoned up the courage to step forward and take a closer look.

The person on the chair collapsed there powerlessly and was firmly bound by the slender iron rope.It is estimated that even if he is awake, he will not be able to move.

But Yang Jing didn't rescue him immediately, but carefully observed the layout of the room.

There are no other facilities in the cramped room except for the high-energy bombs that glow red, and there are no strange devices on the chairs.

But just in case, just when Yang Jing was about to search Director Gordon's body, the younger brother's figure made him stand still.

"Boss, those policemen are coming soon. Can you save them? If you can, leave quickly, otherwise you won't be able to leave."

Hearing this, Yang Jing couldn't care too much at this time. Anyway, if they didn't save Gordon, he would be killed after the bombing, so he might as well give it a go.

Urgently yelling to the younger brother outside to go quickly, Yang Jing's hand that had already grasped the headgear turned down to grasp the leg of the chair, and the other hand also grasped the backrest.

"what!"

Yang Jing let out a muffled snort, the originally dark face became dark red due to the blood congestion caused by exertion, and the veins on his face were bulging.

The iron chain and Gordon's weight are really not light, but it is also within Yang Jing's tolerance, but the chair really makes it difficult for Yang Jing to use his strength.

Holding his breath, he moved out of the room with a chair. The people who had been watching from a distance immediately came to help, but they ran towards the other gate of the factory without slowing down.

And at the moment when Yang Jing led everyone out of the factory gate, the harsh siren sounded from Gordon, which made Yang Jing's heart skip a beat.

The crowd threw their chairs to the ground in horror and scattered around.

"click~"

The old chair couldn't support the weight and was finally broken to the ground.

After a while, the long beeping of the alarm gradually weakened, and Yang Jing, who was hiding behind a tree in the distance, poked his head out in a daze, thinking that the explosion did not happen.

"Zi~~~"

Suddenly, the original alarm changed again. Before Yang Jing could turn his head back, the clown's crazy laughter came from Gordon, which made everyone present shudder.

"Hahahaha~ I didn't expect that someone would really save Gordon, the police? The marchers? Or the Wayne Group?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter, as a reward, I will invite you to watch a firework."

"Hey, the countdown starts, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6,..."

Just when Yang Jing was not feeling well, there was a vibration from the ground at this time, but Yang Jing and the others were lying on the ground, and no one was injured by it.

"What are you doing?"

"I thought we were going to explode here, it scared me to death, grass (a plant)."

"It's just..."

"Grandma Li, this clown is really wiping his ass with gauze, he slipped a trick for me."

"Yang Jing, what's wrong with you?"

Ignoring the complaints from the younger brothers, Yang Jing stared absentmindedly at the east of Gotham, where thick smoke was billowing, and the black clouds generated by the shock wave had not yet dissipated, lingering in the sky.

The people who followed also noticed something was wrong. One of the younger brothers' throat trembled slightly, and his mouth felt a little dry.

Another person said tremblingly: "This, this will not be because of us..."

No one answered, but the answer is obvious.

Clown, the previous words lingered in everyone's mind.

"And before that, once you take one person out of the room, the other person will also go to accompany God~"

Those are the exact words of the Joker, and it turns out, well, try and die.

Seeing that the people around were shaken, Yang Jing hurriedly said: "It's okay, at least we saved Director Gordon..."

"Yes, yes, and Gordon..."

"Yes, there is still a chance, we will be fine."

At this time, everyone just came back to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream, and hurriedly ran towards Director Gordon who had collapsed on the ground.

But the clown's voice came from Gordon again: "No matter what you think, but, maybe things will disappoint you a little~"

Yang Jing, who came in a hurry, suddenly felt bad, and hurriedly took off Director Gordon's hood.

The handsome face caught everyone's eyes.

"Haha, that's right, you saved our dear chairman of Wayne Group, Bruce!"

"Hahahahaha or!!!"

Beads of sweat kept dripping from everyone's bodies.

"Boo, Boo, Bruce??? Falk, how could it be this guy???"

"Also, that is to say... I, we killed Commissioner Gordon?!!!"

Suddenly, Yang Jing seemed to think of something, tremblingly took out his younger brother's mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed the number he had contacted before.

"Dudu~, I'm sorry that the phone you dialed has been turned off..."

Yang Jing's lips trembled slightly, and he made a second call in panic.

"Dudu~, I'm sorry that the phone you dialed has been turned off..."

Still the same default answer.

"click~"

The phone slipped from his hands and fell to the ground.

"It's over, it's over."

Yang Jing was at a loss and fell on the spot.

The people monitoring at the eastern factory didn't answer their phone calls. What does that mean?
There are not many fools who dare to follow Yang Jing to do this. Maybe these people are timid and reckless...

But this does not prevent them from having brains!
"He, wouldn't they all be killed by the bomb?"

The speaker's throat trembled slightly, but no one answered.

The watchers are all dead, so what about the Gotham guards inside?
The results speak for themselves...

They are not as capable as the clowns. You know, even if all the police officers in the Eastern Factory were killed, there is still Wayne Building.

Is it true that Gotham's police are jealous?

What Yang Jing can think of, naturally someone can think of it.

Then everyone turned their eyes back to Bruce in unison.

This is their only way of survival.

……

On the other side, our newly appointed director stood up from the sofa in some horror.

"what?!!!"

"An explosion occurred in the eastern factory?!!!"

The director's white face actually turned red, and then black again, with a hint of purple in it.

Well, Peking Opera has not changed as fast as him.

What does the failure of the rescue operation mean?
Means our dear Bruce, the chairman of Wayne Group, went up to play poker with Jesus.

And he also lost the only condition for negotiating with the housekeeper Ah Fu.

The director who came back to his senses thought of Ah Fufang's cruel words before, and his body was slightly chilled.

Don't look at him now as the chief of the Gotham Police Department. As the saying goes, the higher you stand, the harder you fall.

And he is well aware of the terror of the Wayne Group.

Afraid of what to come.

Just as the director was thinking about countermeasures, a burst of noise came from the corridor.

"Fake, you bastard, come out and die for me."

"Give me the thing that your parents stick to the pot in the crematorium!!!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

With the roar of the old housekeeper, the special anti-theft door was kicked away.

(End of this chapter)