American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Hahahahahahaha, I like this guy, he's so funny. Look at how crazy he is, I adore him!"

In an abandoned warehouse at Crimson Cape Wharf, far away from downtown Gotham, the cold wind blew in from the broken roof.

The ground was still covered with a layer of white snow, and there was a gasoline barrel burning for heating next to it. The flames inside were swaying in the cold wind.

The clown, wearing an unusually large brown windbreaker, was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a bucket of popcorn, pointing at the TV in front of him, and laughing.

"Joker you're the best! Oh I love you!"

The clown looked at another clown on the TV screen excitedly, laughing so happily, just like a loyal fan who saw his favorite team making it to the World Cup.

Behind him, in a huge glass fish tank, Hugo Strange, with his hands and feet tied with iron chains and an oxygen mask on his face, struggled twice with a frown.

It's a matter of course that things change. Strange treated the Joker's body as a collection and protected it with preservatives.

Now, Strange is the Joker's display piece.

However, the Joker didn't get the right preservatives, mainly because Strange was still alive. Coincidentally, the Joker stole some antifreeze lubricants from the factory next door and sealed Strange in a fish tank.

The Joker obviously forgot to get food for Strange, but thanks to Strange's strong body and the water straw in his oxygen tank, he was able to hold on for so many days without starving to death.

Strange was in no mood to struggle anymore. He had no strength left, so he simply closed his eyes. Out of sight, out of mind.

He wasn't killed by Batman, but was almost killed by the Joker. He finally escaped, but was caught by the Joker...

He didn't know what to say, he was so miserable...

Of course, if Strange knew that Naegi had posted wanted posters for him all over Gotham, he might be even more desperate.

The clown grabbed some popcorn and watched this super luxurious and interesting TV show with great interest.

This is really great for him.

The surprise that the incarnation of Barbatos gave him was really interesting. If possible, he would forgive that guy and would not beat him to death. He would only... bury him alive!

Thinking of this, the clown felt that he had been elevated. Perhaps he was also a person with a heart of a saint. He was too kind.

"Seeing him makes me want to go out for a walk. The suit my dear tailor gave me is so beautiful."

The clown turned his head and looked at the purple striped suit hanging on a rack on the side, and the body of the tailor... hanging together.

In one go, this suit is now out of print.

The tailor fell into severe anxiety because the customer didn't want the clothes he made, and the clown solved his pain and resolved it completely on a physical level.

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"No, I don't want to see him... No! Where are my medicine? Where are my medicine!" In the toy warehouse, a disheveled man was holding an empty powder bag on the ground.

He put it to his nose and took two deep puffs, his whole body trembling. On the TV next to him, the clown nightmare party was playing.

The man was lying on his side on the ground, hugging his legs with his hands, curled up into a ball. He was skinny and his face was extremely ferocious.

The torn wounds on his lips and mouth corners made him look like a huge smiling face, making him look extremely ugly.

The man got up from the ground and looked at the clown on TV. The crazy energy made the man recall again the day that made him extremely scared to this day.

My face was torn apart by this guy!

Just thinking about that scene, the man's body trembled uncontrollably, not only because of fear, but also because of drug addiction...

He was willing to do it, even for just a few seconds, to escape this nightmare!

The man struggled to get up from the ground, but his legs were weak and he couldn't stand steadily, so he fell onto the table.

Everything on the table fell to the ground with a clatter. The man reached in to look for something and finally found his wallet, but it was empty except for his ID card... Maase Curtis.

"I want money...money!" Masai Curtis got up from the ground and fell to the ground again. He was crippled...

He knew it, that's why he was desperate... Just when he got up, he saw a mask dropped on the ground.

I don't know when it fell here.

This is a clown mask, with green hair, a red nose, a white face, and that smile...

Maase Curtis turned his head to look at the TV screen. Looking at the clown that brought fear to people, he actually picked up the mask and put it on his face.

"I...I'm...a clown. Yes, I'm a clown!"

Mase Curtis repeated it over and over again, as if it could give him strength, hypnotizing himself.

He got up from the ground. There was no string behind the mask, so he could only press it with his hands to prevent it from falling off.

After standing up, Mase Curtis looked around. There were boxes of unsellable toys and some worthless sundries.

He suddenly remembered what the clown had done here before, so he walked over and imitated that guy, stuffing things into himself: a toy knife, a rusty scissors, and a handful of glass marbles.

"Yes, I am a clown, I am a clown! I want money, I want money!" Mase Curtis shouted with his head up.

The mask fell off his face, and instead of checking it, he picked up a box of expired paint and smeared it on his face.

Then, he walked out of here step by step.

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Below the TV station building, the quick reaction force is ready to go, along with the special forces mobilized from Blackgate Prison.

The police were ready for a violent attack, and Gordon's fifth negotiation plan was rejected again, with only 37 minutes left.

"Attack with force! Get rid of them!" Police Chief Lob gave the order, and all of the nearly 700 police officers around were on standby.

Gordon went up to command personally and divided the troops into three teams.

One team landed directly on the rooftop by helicopter and took care of the Joker members. At the same time, the bomb disposal team slid over from the rooftop of another building using ropes to defuse the bomb.

Team two, led by Naegi and Gordon, took the stairs and elevator and went straight to the third floor of the studio to deal with the Joker and rescue the hostages.

The third team is the reserve team, just in case.

"Can you please stop doing this at your age?"

Naegi put on an explosion-proof helmet, stuffed the remote earphones that Nygma gave him into the helmet, and put them against his ears.

"When I got the gun, you were still peeing and playing with the mud! I'm just a little bigger than you, not a lot bigger!"

Gordon said unconvincedly, wearing a bulletproof vest, holding a pistol, and wearing a helmet, and arranged: "The power will be cut off in three minutes after we go in. We only have one minute of power outage."

"You don't need to tell me this. I'm responsible for clearing the area, and you're responsible for saving people."

Miaomu installed a tactical flashlight on the assault rifle in his hand, turned on the light, and checked it up and down.

Gordon was also ready. He was the first to walk forward and shouted with the pager, "Action!"

Gordon's powerful voice echoed in the channel.

On a nearby rooftop, the police sniper who had been in position opened fire directly at the rooftop clown members.

Immediately afterwards, several ropes were launched onto the opposite rooftop, and the bomb disposal team slid directly over the ropes.

As soon as they landed, they ran towards the hostages standing next to the rooftop, making sure not to let the spirit level ball move.

Action must be quick!

Just as the bomb disposal team ran over and dismantled the explosives for the hostages, several hostages with paper bags on their faces pulled out pistols from under the explosives in their arms.

He pulled the trigger at the bomb disposal personnel in front of him.

Bang bang bang bang bang, fierce gunfire rang out on the rooftop. The bomb disposal personnel who were shot stared at the crazy eyes behind the paper bag and fell backwards to the ground.

In the studio, the clown who was throwing knives at the "Lucky Man" target on the wall suddenly stopped and looked at the ceiling.

"It's finally here..."

As the clown finished his words, the lights in the studio went dark and the machines that were running stopped.

The crowd, which had been relatively quiet, suddenly became agitated again.