The trajectory of the world king in the United States

"Because I know the Joker..."

Seb flicked the cigarette ashes in the water glass next to him. In the dim light of midnight, under the indifferent gaze of the terrifying "Two-Face Man" in front of him who could scare anyone to tears, he organized his words and said,

"I know his pattern, I've seen this type of guy before, leaving you here is a dangerous move, I kid you not, he really might use you again... or Gordon. Mobile terminal m ..”

A trace of suspicion flashed in Harvey's eyes. Seb paused and continued to analyze for him,

"I don't know what you people in the situation think, but I look at it as an outsider. Every action against the clown will actually be used against you. The most terrifying thing about this kind of person is that They don't have a plan... their minds are in chaos."

Seeing that Harvey didn't seem to understand very well, Seb put out the cigarette butt in his hand in the water. As the flames and water disappeared, he whispered,

"Then let me put it another way, anarchism, have you heard of it?"

Harvey nodded. As a legal genius, he had naturally heard of this extreme chaos theory. Seb smiled and snapped his fingers.

"This illustrates very well that you are designers and conspirators. Everything has a strict self-plan. Conspirators always want to control the small world around them, but he is not. I have talked with him. , I know what he wants to do, he wants the conspirators to see how pitiful your efforts are in everything you try to control!"

Seb stood up, moved his body, and looked at Harvey,

"He opposes all plans, he uses all plans, and he is more like a Chaos believer."

Harvey closed his eyes. After a moment, he laughed, his laughter was low, as if he was laughing at himself,

"I was also a conspirator. Look, what harm did this do to me?"

"You know what? I kind of understand the Joker's thoughts now."

Harvey's fingers moved on the table with difficulty, and he took out a cigarette from Seber's silver-white iron cigarette case. Seber lit it for him thoughtfully, and the smoke came from the wound on the left side of Harvey's burned face. Overflowing, it was obvious that he was in pain, but he did not stop this self-sacrifice of health, and health was probably of no use to him anymore.

"He just did what he does best, he got our plan, he used it in turn, and now look what he did to this city, with a few barrels of gasoline, a few bullets, Cyber , do you know what I found?"

Seb didn't speak. He stood there and listened quietly. He knew that Harvey, who had experienced life, death and tragedy, had some words buried in his heart. He just wanted an audience.

The smell and smell of burning cigarettes slowly spread to the entire ward, and his voice became deeper and deeper in the darkness.

"When things go according to plan, no one panics, even if the plan is very scary... Even if everyone knows that a young man who killed someone will be shot tomorrow, a carload of soldiers on the Eastern Front Will be killed by roadside bombs, and no one will panic. They will only mourn and shed hypocritical tears, because that is part of the plan, part of this social order, but when I say, Nestor The mayor dies and everyone goes crazy! You’ve been through that, right?”

Harvey coughed twice. Under the dim light, the terrifying left half of his face and the still handsome right half of his face were combined, making it indescribably ferocious and strange. He looked at the dark roof and let out a low laughter,

"The so-called order, its existence, is actually just that we add different self-interpretations to the exact same life... Like this time... Gordon will save Nestor because he thinks the mayor is an ordinary woman More importantly, when he knows that the woman who was killed by the bomb is his wife, he will fall into crazy despair again... He will hate himself, and even hate other people, but this is obviously his own choice. , so the order itself is completely meaningless. When I thought it was reasonable, it was everything, but now I think it is unreasonable and it is nothing!"

Harvey's two completely different eyes turned to Seb. He put the cigarette butt in his hand on the cup next to him and asked softly,

"Seb, do you think I'm crazy?"

Seb shook his head, holding a black fixed-blade knife in both hands. He looked at Harvey and whispered,

"The surface existence of human civilization seems very rigorous, but if you analyze it from the inside, you will find that it is actually crazy. I have spent a long time studying these. You know, Harvey, life is full of chance, life lacks focus, and existence has no Value, when faced with the inescapable fact that after a nightmarish day, one in eight people in the crowd is bound to break down and go completely berserk... but who can blame them?"

"Living in such a harsh, illogical world, what else can they do but go crazy?"

Seb stretched out his hand and held Harvey's two completely different hands, one normal and the other charred flesh, and he said,

"When you find yourself tied to the train of thought, speeding towards those past events that you can't bear, don't forget that you still have one last way to go, that is... madness, madness is like an escape door The door allows you to escape, keep the horror stories that happened to you in your heart, and keep it locked forever."

A peaceful smile appeared on Seiber's face, and he whispered as if talking in his sleep,

"As long as you're crazy enough, there's nothing to care about... The Joker always says that I'm the same type of person as him. He's wrong. He's always going crazy, and I know when to go crazy... Harvey, we just It’s a type of person.”

"Do you know the essence of chaos that the Joker promotes?"

"Ok?"

"It's fair...like two sides of a coin, we always have to make a choice, either head or tail, so if you can't decide, why not let chaos help you make the decision, if you decide quickly enough, We can still catch up with the execution of those "traitors" tonight... I assume you want that, right?"

"..."

"I like your proposal very much. Let's hurry up. Please give me a coin. Thank you."

At the same time, Lucius hurriedly walked into the third floor of the basement of Wayne Tower. For a person who has entered the elderly age, it is absolutely difficult to get out of bed to deal with business after midnight. An unbearable torture.

But there was no way, Bruce called in person, he had to come, Lucius keenly felt that Bruce seemed to have something to say to him.

And the moment he passed through the four security procedures and walked into the basement, the moment he pushed the door open, Lucius was truly stunned.

In front of his eyes, 200 screens shone with a completely different blue light. It was a ring-shaped console with hundreds of completely different buttons and more than a dozen keyboards. Coupled with the special luster of the screens, this Everything gave the basement a special aura.

As a leading scientist and engineer, Lucius subconsciously put on his glasses. He took a few steps forward and just pressed the buttons. He immediately understood what the device in front of him was used for.

He sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Link all the mobile phones in the same frequency band in the city, and use these ubiquitous communication devices to emit weak ultrasonic waves to draw a dynamic image of the entire city. This is... sonar, a sonar that detects all secrets. Nothing can You can hide it."

He muttered to himself, "Is this the secret device you asked the Communications Department to develop? This is wrong, Bruce...Such power, this kind of ability, this should not happen."

Lucius shouted loudly, with undisguised anger on his face, "Bruce, stand up for me! My "City Sonar" system is not for you to monitor this city. You do not have the right to do so. !”

"Yes, I didn't..."

A black figure walked out of the darkness next to him. Batman held something like a USB flash drive in his hand. He placed it in front of Lucius.

"So the only person with authority for this information collection system, I will hand it over to you..."

A hint of sincerity flashed in his eyes beneath the face value, "Help me, Lucius, only you can fully mature this system in a short time. You have seen the situation in this city, I The Joker's troubles must be solved as soon as possible, otherwise... there will only be more and more victims like Gordon."

"I've had enough, I don't want to see anyone die because of the clown's crazy actions..."

"Help!"

Lucius gritted his teeth. As a scientist, he had self-reliance. He looked back at the system and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Once this system is turned on, if someone discovers that we are monitoring the city, Wayne Industries will be finished!"

He looked at Bruce and reached out to take the security key, "Just this once, otherwise you will receive my resignation."

"Thank you, Lucius."

Bruce watched the old man insert the security key into the system socket, a trace of stubbornness and determination flashed in his eyes.

"This time, there will be no way for you to hide!"

Just like the ultrasonic waves used by real bats to find their way, after this device is turned on, every move in Gotham will completely fall into Bruce's eyes. Even the clown hiding in Gotham like a mouse can never think about it again. Hide your actions.

Fifteen minutes later, Lucius moved the mouse and whispered,

"Found it! The westernmost part of Gotham Pier, the abandoned Arhan Shipyard...he is there, wait...he is not there! He ran away, it seems to be a gun battle...someone is chasing them."

Bruce was stunned for a moment.

"It's Seb, right?"

Lucius enlarged the image of the character drawn by the ultrasound. Under the blue light curtain, the gun battle was almost lifelike. The clown escaped in embarrassment at the first time, and then the people on his side were chopped down one by one. It was a man wielding a cold weapon, but what was even more surprising was that there was another man, holding an automatic weapon, standing behind Cyber.

Two people!

"boom"

When Lucius continued to increase the ultrasonic frequency and tried to simulate the faces of the characters, the blue light and shadow on the screen was completely distorted at this moment, and then returned to calm instantly.

"what happened?"

Bruce asked, Lucius shook his head,

"The signal has been lost. Judging from the frequency of the explosion just now, something must have exploded."

Back to 15 minutes ago, a black SUV was driving quietly on the avenue in the dock area. Seber, wearing a suit of armor, was driving the car. Soothing music was playing in the car. The co-pilot put a big black bag filled with... A variety of weapons.

There were two people sitting in the back seat. Harvey, who was secretly carried out of the hospital by Seb, was still a little weak. He had no other symptoms except burns. Moreover, the injury looked terrible, but in fact it was just a part of the skin that was removed. It took 3 days. It takes enough time for the wound to scab, and apart from being extremely painful, it is actually not a serious problem.

He changed into a suit. It was the suit he wore on the day he was kidnapped. It was the same as his double-faced face. The right side of the suit was intact, but the left side was badly burned. He leaned on the back seat and held a hand in one hand. He was holding a pistol and playing with a coin in his other hand.

It seems that he is closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Next to him, there was a shivering old man in pajamas, who was Mayor Nestor's old subordinate. He was the one who sent Harvey home that day.

"It's such a pity that the biggest mole, Sheriff Ramirez, ran away..."

Seb snorted and looked out the window at the quiet scenery outside Gotham. He felt the wind outside the window, "It's so nice. The wind is so comfortable. Tonight is really a good weather for killing people." .”

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