American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The elevator door was forced open and several flashlight barrels shone inside. Under the light, the rioting crowd looked like a flock of frightened sheep, screaming in fear and begging for mercy.

A Joker member saw the police coming out of the elevator and quickly raised his submachine gun.

But before he could pull the trigger, the sound of the assault rifle with a silencer rang out.

One shot to the neck, two shots to the chest.

Three consecutive short hits caused the Joker member to fall backwards due to the impact of bullets. The aorta in his neck ruptured and deep red blood spread under him.

"spread!"

Miao Mu pulled the trigger without hesitation, holding the assault rifle, staring at the optical sight on it, and ordered the quick response team behind him: "First rescue the hostages, the rest are free to fire!"

The quick response team, wearing black bulletproof vests and helmets, with conspicuous white GCPD logos on their chests and backs, all spread out and searched forward in a fan-shaped manner.

Before the crowd could react, gunshots rang out. Bullets flew through the air and crashed into people's bodies, bringing up warm blood that fell into the crowd around them.

The frightened crowd could no longer contain their desperate fear; their cries, wails, and begging for mercy sounded like hell.

Without the light from the electric lights, the inside of the TV station building was very dark and the vision was unclear.

Especially in the middle studio, it was pitch black, and one could only see some light coming in from the window outside through the glass wall.

The clown picked up a woman's bag from the ground and didn't care about the scene of his men being killed outside. He just found them randomly using some hypnosis and drugs.

You can have as many subordinates like this as you want. What Gotham lacks the least is trash, including people.

The clown took out a red lipstick from his bag and started painting his lips.

There was a burst of intense footsteps at the door of the studio, and someone ran in very quickly. The clown turned his head to look over.

Something hard and heavy like a hammer hit him hard in the face.

Following closely, there was a somewhat childish roar:

"Go to hell!"

Jason held the brass knuckles made of copper bullet shells and hit the clown hard in the face, although he was not as strong as Miaomu and the others.

But in a sudden situation, this full-strength attack knocked the clown to the ground and threw him out.

Jason fully demonstrated what a continuous ferocity is. After a successful strike, he immediately started to finish off the enemy.

He clasped his hands together and slammed them down on the ground like he was swinging a hammer.

After the clown fell to the ground, although his face was in terribly pain, his body reacted quickly and he rolled over immediately.

With a loud thud, Jason's brass knuckles hit the ground heavily, and the marble floor instantly shattered into a spider web.

After the clown rolled out, a small knife slipped out of his sleeve. This was the knife he had secretly kept from the blindfolded knife throwing show just now, and he threw it at Jason with his backhand.

Although his knife throwing skills in the show were as poor as a beginner, but at this moment, the knives he threw out could collide with the bullets.

Jason, who couldn't find the clown in the dark, had just retracted his fist when he felt the sound of breaking wind. He turned his head to dodge, but the flying knife was too fast.

With a swish, Jason just turned his head and the flying knife came towards him. Fortunately, he turned his head quickly enough and the flying knife only cut a wound on his head. If it was a little more to the side, it would have pierced his head.

Even so, Jason fell to the ground with a scream, raising his hand to cover the back of his left ear. Warm blood immediately filled his palm and flowed out from between his fingers.

"Good boy, you should be obedient. Fighting is like this..."

The clown got up from the ground, reached out his hand to flick off the non-existent dust on his body, looked up and said: "Fighting is better in the ring, don't you think? Bad boy!"

"Don't run if you have the guts!" Jason covered the wound behind his ear, shouted stubbornly, clenched his brass knuckles, and slowly stood up from the ground.

In such a dark place, he couldn't find the clown, and it was unlikely that the clown could find him either.

"Of course I won't run away, fire!"

The clown grinned and waved his hand. Upon hearing this, the two clown members in the studio impatiently picked up their submachine guns and fired at the surroundings.

The muzzle flash lit up, Jason was pushed to the ground, and bullets whizzed past.

The submachine gun fired continuously, sweeping the surroundings without restraint. The glass wall of the studio was shattered by the bullets, and glass fragments flew everywhere.

Jason reached out and grabbed Alexis who had thrown him to the ground. He gritted his teeth and held her in his arms, rolling towards the wall. He remembered that there was a counter table where the host was sitting, which could be used as a cover.

Jason breathed a sigh of relief when his back hit the wooden board. Alexis touched the warm blood on her hand, licked it, and then kissed Jason on the lips.

"What are you doing..." Jason wanted to push her away. What was this stupid woman trying to do? This was going to kill someone!

But Alexis was particularly domineering and tough. She used her tongue to pry open Jason's teeth, making Jason's face turn red. He actually felt like he was being bullied...

"Fuck you, come and try it!!!"

Naegi's angry curses rang out from outside, followed by more intense gunfire. Almost in an instant, the studio became like a battlefield with a firefight.

There is a tactical flashlight on Miaomu's assault rifle. The strong light is as effective as a small flash bomb in such a dark place.

In an instant, Naegi locked onto the two Joker members who were firing and fired directly at them. Although his marksmanship was not as good as that of the Death Shooter who could cut hair with a blow or shave heads with bullets.

However, at a distance of less than 20 meters, using an optical sight, there is no chance of missing the target when shooting at two human-shaped targets.

The two Joker members were shaken by the bullets and fell back covered in blood.

Miao Mu held the assault rifle and scanned the surroundings vigilantly, but he didn't seem to see the clown...

There were only some injured people groaning in pain.

On the other side, the Joker bent over and ran out from the broken glass of the studio. Although he did intend to go to jail, he didn't intend to be caught by that bastard...

"Rude country bumpkin..." The clown took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, shook it hard, and wiped it on his face.

Just as he was about to walk along the corridor and go upstairs to do something, he reached the fire escape staircase on the side.

The door was suddenly pushed open and hit the clown in the face. His nose was flattened and blood was flowing. He took several steps back in pain and almost fell to the ground.

The handkerchief was put over his nose and was instantly stained red with blood. The clown was panting but hadn't lost his temper yet.

The black special combat boots kicked him hard in the stomach and knocked him to the ground.

A strong hand grabbed his collar, lifted him up, and slammed him against the wall, followed by another punch.

The clown saw stars from the punch, but he also saw who was in front of him. He grinned and was responded with a fist as hard as iron.

"Bat...Bat, hahahaha, haha, ah!"

The clown had just said one sentence when he was punched in the face, and a bloody outline was splashed on the white wall.

"You're not a clown, but... you look a lot like one."

Batman's heavy voice sounded. He was wearing a quick response unit uniform with the GCPD logo on his chest.

That's right, the traffic around the TV station, as well as the sky, were all surrounded by police.

If he wanted to get in, he had to use other methods, such as changing his equipment. They were all black anyway, so he just had to cover up his cloak. No one would care if he wore a helmet.

"Haha, Burning Angel, is she okay?" The Joker grinned and said something that only he and Batman knew.

Batman's face turned grim, and he recalled the woman who was severely burned and died. He said in a deep voice:

"She's dead."

"Oh, that's a shame, Amen."

The clown shook his head with a look of regret, raised his hands to his forehead, and tapped his left and right shoulders, as if he was praying.

Batman saw this and in anger grabbed the Joker's arm and threw him to the ground. He stepped on his body and twisted his hand hard, making a sound like wood breaking.

The Joker raised his head and screamed, but halfway through the scream, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Batman.

"I'm waiting for you, kill me..."