American manga: Justice begins in Gotham

"This is one of your favorite poems."

Natasha giggled, thinking the emperor was testing her.

"Very good, honey, the new password from now on is: secret meeting."

"If I don't say this password when I meet you, it means that I am lying."

A gleam flashed in the emperor's eyes and he said calmly.

"Fake?! Why?"

Natasha asked, somewhat incomprehensibly.

"You don't know, honey, there are some superhuman beings in this world who can change their appearance at will."

"So scary!"

"Yes, so once you encounter those guys, run away immediately, call the police, and don't believe anything they say."

"Okay, I know."

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emperor base

The Emperor's base is located in a famous building on the commercial street in the city center - the Winchester Building.

This is a US$15 billion high-rise building with 57 floors designed by top architectural designers.

Each floor of Winchester has different functions. From low to high, they are bars, discos, hotels and entertainment venues for the emperor's men.

Even ordinary people can enter the ground floor, but entering upper floors, especially entertainment venues, must be questioned.

"Seven times have I despised my own soul."

The emperor calmly said the password and walked into the base under the respectful eyes of several security guards.

"I have met Your Majesty!"

All the subordinates along the way must kneel down and salute when they see the emperor.

"Ah."

The emperor just responded to this sentence lightly, with a faint smile on his lips.

Looking at the luxuriously decorated and luxurious hall, the emperor became even more happy.

People coming and going around are the emperor's men, or upper-class people wearing suits and expensive clothes.

"His Majesty was quite angry in the morning, but he is in a much better mood now."

"Yeah, isn't that bad?"

"His Majesty is inspecting the base again. The clown has been having a lot of fun in the past two days, and His Majesty has become more vigilant."

In the control room, several security guards gathered around and chatted.

During the surveillance, the emperor could be seen patrolling various places in the base, stopping at a certain place to tap or check from time to time.

The security guards did not notice that there was something unusual about the emperor's behavior compared to usual.

For example, he moves more than usual and talks much less than usual.

The most important thing is that his footprints have reached almost every corner of the base, seeming to be searching for something.

Or, what is being installed?

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town Hall

Wilson, who had been busy at work all afternoon, finally had some free time.

He wants to clean up the mess left by the Joker, and also appease the upper class people in Gotham City, ensuring that this trouble will be solved within a week.

"Huh, one week? As long as I activate the dark forces, within three days, the clown will be dead."

"By the way, ask Deathstroke how the situation is over there."

While sitting comfortably on the sofa and smoking a cigar, Wilson took out his mobile phone from the secret compartment of the table and made a call:

"Hey, it's me, how's the situation over there with Deathstroke?"

"Your Majesty, Deathstroke said that there is no trace of the clown yet..."

The subordinate's voice sounded a little strange, as if he was suspicious?

"What's wrong? Is there something unusual happening at the base?"

Wilson caught the abnormality and immediately asked sharply.

"No, Your Majesty, didn't you just inspect the base?"

The subordinate replied in a daze.

"What are you talking about?! I wasn't even at the base just now!"

Wilson suddenly stood up and slammed the table.

"Ah? Ah! Who was His Majesty who was in the base just now?"

The men over there were completely confused.

Good guy, you walked around the base several times, and everyone in the base could see things, but you actually told me that you were not in the base?

Are we all crazy, or are you crazy?

"Sign up the base and wait until I get back! Don't let a single fly escape!"

Wilson realized that the matter was serious, calmed down and ordered.

After he finished speaking, he left the city hall directly.

ten minutes later

squeak!

A Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly stopped in front of the Winchester Building on the Commercial Street in the city center.

Wilson, accompanied by multiple bodyguards and wearing an imperial mask, strode towards the building.

Suddenly, he stopped and picked up a crumpled piece of paper from the ground.

On the paper, a crooked, crazily laughing clown was drawn with red and green watercolor pens.

And with text: Tonight at twelve o'clock, duel in the underground boxing ring!just you and me!Otherwise it will explode!

Turning the page, there are words behind it: Even if you come, you will explode!

Explosions, clown heads, someone pretending to be himself and patrolling the base...

"No! Let the people in the base evacuate!"

The emperor's heart suddenly pounded and he roared angrily at the men beside him.

"Ah? Ah! Good!"

"Everyone listen, the emperor's order, evacuate the building immediately! Repeat it, everyone evacuate immediately..."

The subordinate next to him almost didn't react and quickly shouted into the earphone.

Before he could finish repeating it a second time, waves of vibrations suddenly came from everyone's feet.

"here we go!?"

The emperor's expression suddenly changed. He didn't expect it to happen so quickly and he couldn't care so much. He immediately rushed away from the building.

Rumble!

We saw blocks of transparent glass shattering from the bottom of the Winchester Building, extending from the first floor to the 57th floor.

Immediately afterwards, intense fire and violent explosions rushed out from the lobby on the first floor, accompanied by the screams of security personnel and scattered limbs.

Subsequently, the steel structure on the ground floor of the building was directly twisted, unable to support the upper floors of the building, and slowly tilted toward the first floor.

The emperor could even see several of his very familiar men in suits falling from dozens of floors in despair.

They hit the cold, hard marble floor that was shattered by the explosion, turning into balls of red mud.

"The Winchester Building is down!"

"Run! He's dead!"

"Is it an earthquake? Mom!"

All the passers-by were frightened, their faces turned green, and they screamed and fled from this terrifying place.

The emperor stood behind the green grass on the opposite side of the street, looking at all this with eyes wide open.

The Winchester Building, which he had worked hard for many years, was completely destroyed in an instant, and most of his loyal men died.

Waves of anger were like a volcano erupting, rising uncontrollably from the bottom of my heart.

His face was red, his veins were bulging, and he wanted to punch someone to death.

However, he couldn't do it, and the humiliation of being unable to use his power made him almost lose his mind.

"Joker!!! I'm going to kill you!!!"

The emperor's deep, hoarse voice roared from his throat.

For the first time since he entered municipal work 20 years ago, he felt what it was like to be powerless.

He can be cunning and frame each opponent to death.

He can be upright, standing on the grass outside the city hall and talking to dozens of media reporters.

He can be dark and evil, directing his men to smuggle crimes in the Winchester Building late at night.

But he can't save this building and the dark forces he has worked hard to manage for 20 years.

The culprit of all this is the clown!