American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Da da da da, bullets from the submachine gun swept across the roof, dozens of rats were cut in half, and blood splattered everywhere.

Miaomu climbed up from downstairs, dragging a sniper from Group C who was hanging upside down downstairs, and climbed to the roof.

The Joker had just run out of bullets, so he took out a test tube of liquid from his arms and threw it towards the stairs.

With a loud bang, the rat at the stairs was blown into a puddle of mud. Under the cover of the explosion, Miaomu kicked the camera that was in use away.

The camera spun in the air, dragged the electric wires down to the building below, and was hung upstairs by the electric wires.

"Joker, you're under arrest!"

Naegi roared, stood up and kicked him.

The clown was unsuspecting and was kicked sideways, falling to the ground in a miserable state.

Miao Mu looked at the clown screaming on the ground, and suddenly felt that this was not difficult!

Taking out the M500 revolver from the holster, Naegi walked towards the clown. He had no intention of capturing this disaster alive.

Gordon fell to the ground, looking at Naegi's murderous look, and whimpered twice, telling him not to do anything stupid.

"Bye, clown!"

Miao Mu walked over, looked at the clown rolling and screaming on the ground, sneered, and pulled the trigger.

At the moment the gun went off, the clown reached out and grabbed Naegi's wet trouser leg, and instantly, a high voltage current rushed through.

"what!!!"

Miao Mu screamed, his whole body twitching, his fingers seemed to be locked, he pulled the trigger tightly, bang bang bang bang...

The bullet hit the concrete ground, gravel splattered everywhere, and a stray bullet scratched the clown's cheek, taking away a piece of bloody flesh.

Miaomu was electrocuted and took several steps back, then sat down on the ground. His hair stood up as if it had exploded, and white hot steam was coming out of his wet trouser legs.

"Ah..." The clown looked at the burnt stun gun in his hand. It had been used too many times and had burned out.

Looking up at Naegi again, the clown licked the blood off his face with his tongue, took out a knife from his pocket, and walked to Naegi.

"Did you buy the ticket?" the clown asked with wide eyes.

Miao Mu was twitching all over from the electric shock. He stared at the clown, gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and slapped the clown in the face. The clown didn't feel any pain because he couldn't use any strength.

The clown licked his lips again, rolled his eyes, and organized his words in his mind.

"You're dead." The Joker nodded.

"..."

When Miaomu heard the clown's cold joke and looked at the knife coming straight at him, he tried his best to turn his head to the side.

I couldn't get rid of the feeling of weakness and numbness after the electric shock. Am I going to die here?

how could it be possible!

Miaomu roared in his heart and turned his head desperately. A double-edged hunting fork stabbed at him from behind. The hunting fork was made from two long nails. It was very rough, but also very sharp.

It pierced through the clown's right hand in an instant. The clown looked at his pierced right hand, took out a doll from his pocket, and pinched it towards Miaomu, and a stream of water spit out of the doll's mouth.

Miao Mu also turned his head desperately and fell to the ground all of a sudden. The stream of water flew over him, fell on the ground, and foamed, with an unpleasant chemical smell.

It's a strong acid!

Damn, Naegi, who almost became the second Two-Face Man, felt a layer of cold sweat on his forehead. This clown was a bit too vicious.

Otis, wearing a waterproof leather jacket, rushed up from behind, grabbed the hunting fork with both hands, and stabbed the clown again.

The clown took the baby doll and sprayed acid at Otis, and Otis had no time to dodge or avoid it.

The strong acid fell on the gas mask on his face, melting the protective layer, but Otis stabbed again.

The clown screamed and jumped up after being stabbed. Otis took advantage of the situation and stabbed him again. The clown took out a knife and threw it at him, and took the opportunity to dodge Otis's hunting fork.

An axe was swung out from his sleeve, the clown held it in his hand, showed a ferocious smile, and chopped forward.

Naegi, who had just regained consciousness on the ground, saw this scene and quickly raised his leg to trip over, causing the clown's attack to miss.

Otherwise, if the axe had landed on his head, Otis would have had his skull cut open for free tonight, as he was not good at close combat.

"Otis go back!"

Naegi got up and punched the clown, although he hadn't recovered completely yet, he didn't feel anything in his fist and hit the clown three times in a row.

The clown screamed and stepped back, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled more ferociously. He reached out to pull his pocket, and a bunch of glass marbles rolled out of his trouser legs.

He accidentally stepped on the saplings and they fell to the ground again, but he saw a revolver on the ground and quickly picked it up.

"Go to hell!" Naegi pulled the trigger at the clown.

With a bang, a piece of colorful paper exploded from the muzzle of the gun, and a small flag stretched out from the muzzle with the words: Failure written on it.

"Ah, I'm shot!" The clown covered his chest and staggered like an actor with poor acting skills.

"Fuck you!"

Naegi was furious and rushed over and punched the clown in the face twice, grabbed his collar and threw him to the ground.

The clown's thin body, in Miaomu's hands, was like a skinny turkey in a lion's mouth, about to be torn into pieces.

With a bang, the fork in the clown's hand stabbed into Naegi's stomach, but the thick bulletproof vest blocked the attack.

"Oh, you cheated." The clown laughed with a bloody head and shrugged helplessly.

"Damn it!" Miaomu raised his arm and punched the clown in the face again, causing a flower of blood to bloom.

This bastard is really trying to fight! Miao Mu cursed inwardly, and swung his fist, hitting the clown's face three or four times before stopping.

The clown was beaten with blood all over his face and his skin torn, but the corners of his mouth were still twitching upwards, and his eyes were staring at Miaomu excitedly.

Annoyed by those eyes, Naegi grabbed the clown's neck with both hands, slammed him to the ground, and threw him out.

After rolling on the ground for a few times, the clown had reached the edge of the roof. On the last round, the clown stretched out his hand to grab the edge of the roof, but failed.

Because he saw another figure on the roof, dressed in black... so familiar.

An idea suddenly popped into the clown's mind: if he fell down, would anyone save him?

As soon as this thought appeared, it instantly filled the clown's crazy mind, and he let himself roll down from the rooftop.

When he fell from the building, he saw everyone's expressions. Naegi had a relieved smile on his face, while Gordon had a look of regret for not being able to catch him himself.

Only that... only that fake guy! He actually hesitated! He hesitated!

"Hahahaha..." The clown laughed wildly and fell from the roof. The feeling of weightlessness did not last long.

The clown fell to the ground like a sack full of straw. There was no sound when he fell to the ground, only blood spread out from under him like a flowing, winding stream.

The excited smile on his face was also frozen at this moment.

The camera hanging in the middle of the building recorded his last smile, which spread throughout Gotham City.

Miaomu stood on the edge of the roof and looked down. This was the seventh floor. If he fell down... there was no way he would survive.

"...Ah, what a day..." Naegi smacked his lips. Gotham's Prince of Crime died so cleanly?

It feels a bit unreal!

With a whoosh, a figure left the place nearby. Miaomu turned around and saw Zhan Yi disappearing into the darkness.

But... this is also a good thing...

Naegi turned and walked towards Gordon.

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In a small hospital in downtown Gotham.

A patient with gauze wrapped around his face sat on the bed, watching the hideous smile on TV and began to tremble with fear.

She covered her face with her hands, as if she had thought of something terrible, and screamed.

"No, no!!!"

His screams also attracted the doctor.

The doctor stood at the door, watching him lose control, and instructed the nurse next to him: "Give him a shot of morphine to stabilize him. By the way, what is his name?"

The nurse looked through the medical records: "Masase Curtis, his face was disfigured, probably because he was frightened while watching TV."

"Turn off the TV, give him less stimulation!"

The doctor put his hands in the pockets of his white coat and said, "I don't want my patients to be sent to Arkham Asylum. I won't get any medical expenses if I do that."