American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Naegi, what are you doing?!"

Sheriff Bullock, who was wearing a bulletproof vest, looked at Miaomu who opened the trunk lid and took out an assault rifle, and shouted:

"No, what are you doing? We haven't figured out the situation inside yet! If you act on your own, the director is watching you right over there!"

"Jason is in there! How can I stay calm? That damn clown thing, where did this lunatic come from?"

While Naegi stuffed the magazine into his body, he checked the accessories on the assault rifle and turned on the infrared aiming.

He cursed in his heart, the clown is dead!

This was what Naegi saw with his own eyes. After all the autopsy reports were completed that evening, he personally drove the clown's body to the crematorium.

He witnessed the whole thing from beginning to end, and in the end, he scattered the still hot ashes from the bridge into the Gotham River.

Miaogi was worried about this for a while. Is Gotham still Gotham without the Joker?

It turns out that Gotham is only better off without the Joker.

But...why did a clown appear here?

Does this thing refresh randomly?

Gotham lost a Joker, and now this one pops up?

"Damn!" Miaomu cursed indignantly, hung the assault rifle on his body, took out an Uzi submachine gun, replaced the magazine, and hung it on his leg like a pistol.

They were armed like special forces going to fight in world war.

"I say, don't worry, everything will be fine. By the way, Jason is your son who got double A+ in the exam? I've never heard you mention him before."

Brock put on his gear, leaned against the car, and habitually became a wage thief, and began his daily chat.

"Stop talking nonsense. You haven't paid me back for what you owed me last time. I'm going to rush in later. You stand in front of me with the bulletproof shield."

Miaomu slammed the trunk shut, turned to look at Brock, and said threateningly that Miaomu still wanted to settle the score with Brock for the last time he was tricked by him.

And it was because of the clown last time! Thinking of this, Naegi's already angry mood became even worse.

"You can't say that. I helped you last time. I was the one who helped Jerry get the weapons. Otherwise, would Detective Caberson's behavior of picking up girls be enough to get the guns out?"

Brock was somewhat reluctant. It was true that he did not do it right the last time he went to catch the clown. But there was nothing he could do. At that time, there were only two of them in charge on the scene. If he didn't throw it to Miaomu, would he be the one to command?

Moreover, when Miaomu went to deal with the Assassin's League, he managed to get the weapons from the evidence department of the General Administration...

"I don't care. I get angry just looking at you. Look at your belly. It's getting fatter again. You're lying on the bed like a pig."

Naegi vented his temper and walked towards the temporary command post in front with an assault rifle.

Brock touched his belly and said unconfidently: "I'm not fat. The owner of the Kimmari Nightclub said that I have lost weight recently. The diet meal is still okay."

Police Chief Lob in the temporary command center looked at the live broadcast on the TV screen in front of him and asked unhappily:

"Can't we just cut off the signal?"

"No, the Joker said that as soon as they find that the live broadcast signal is interrupted, they will push the hostages off the roof."

The real on-site commander, Sheriff Gordon, ignored Rob's disgusted expression as he covered his nose, and lit a cigarette. He urgently needed nicotine to calm down.

Gordon was looking at a monitor nearby. On the rooftop of the TV station building, there were dozens of tied-up hostages standing next to the rooftop, and they all had bombs hanging on them.

Observing from a distance, the bombs on them were extremely tricky level steel ball bombs, which could be used as long as the hostages made any big movements, or as long as the clown members took action.

Letting the steel ball slide onto one end will directly detonate the explosive.

But are these explosives real?

Gordon didn't dare to gamble, or even think about it. He would rather be fooled once than have a real bomb inside.

To this end, he mobilized all the police officers in Gotham who were capable of bomb disposal and formed four bomb disposal teams that could go up and dismantle the bombs at any time.

The questions on the rooftop were still simple, but the problem was that it was on TV, and the Joker was doing his funny quiz with some bad jokes.

Gordon had no interest in this game, but he hoped that this situation would continue. He didn't even dare to look at the TV screens because there was a time bomb hanging on them.

There are only 43 minutes left!

There are more than two hundred hostages in the TV station building!

Oh my God, this is simply a nightmare. According to the statistics just now, more than a dozen innocent people have been shot. The pressure is too great.

Gordon smoked a cigarette, frowning.

He was waiting, waiting for the special operations team and the rapid response force to arrive, as well as his ally hiding in the dark.

"Get out of my way!" Miao Mu's irritable voice came from outside.

The captain of the serious crime squad standing outside, Flas, who also served as the captain of the special operations team, moved his feet reluctantly with a gloomy face, making way for Naegi to come in.

Flas really wanted to make things difficult for Naegi and bully him, but Naegi's aura and the loaded rifle in his hand were beyond his control.

Ferras had no doubt that if he embarrassed Naegi here, Naegi would definitely pull the trigger.

Taking your bright future and going head to head with this worthless bastard...it's not worth it no matter how you look at it.

Ferras still knew very well what it meant to be a man of insight and wisdom.

Walking into the temporary command center, Miaomu threw his gun on the table. The policemen in charge of operating the lines all shrank their necks, no longer looking over here, and were busy with their work.

Even Police Chief Loeb turned his head and looked to the other side.

"Count me in when you attack the building later. Jason is inside." Miaomu leaned on the table and said sullenly.

Gordon did not try to comfort him, but just nodded. He was so anxious right now that if it weren't for the cigarette in his hand, he would have wanted to throw things and curse.

"Hehe, hahaha, let's start the next joke. Whoever laughs the loudest can get a bullet."

The clown on TV was holding an answer sheet in a pretentious manner, and there was another clown member following him with a microphone, just like a star traveling.

"Ahem." The clown coughed twice, cleared his throat, and said while holding the answer sheet:

"A bat was flying in the sky, and suddenly met a bird! The bat asked the bird: Why don't you fly at night? The bird said: I am blind at night!"

"Hehe, hahaha, why aren't you laughing?"

After the clown finished reading the joke, he laughed himself, then looked up at the "lucky" audience, as if wondering if his joke was not good enough?

Those "lucky" audiences had ugly smiles on their faces, but dared not make a sound because the clown was holding a pistol in his hand.

When the Joker said he was sending bullets, he really was sending bullets! He was sending bullets into people's heads.

"Oh... this is not fun at all." The clown drooped his face in frustration. No one took the bait. How boring...

"Where's the host? What are we going to play next?"

The clown turned his head and looked at Alexis, who was sitting against the wall with a look of horror on her face, although she liked to see those bloody and cruel scenes and even felt excited by them.

However, when she personally encountered this kind of life-and-death situation, she could not get excited anymore. Just like Ye Gong who loved dragons, she liked watching beast fights, but she did not want to enter the cage and play with the beasts!

"What shall we play next?" the clown asked with his head tilted.

Alexis finally reacted and quickly picked up a notebook next to her with words drawn on it that looked like a primary school student's stick drawings. She finally turned to a page she recognized.

"Blindfold and throw flying knives..."

"I like this! Bring me the knife!" The clown jumped up happily.