[Zhongyingmei] Don't panic, I can still live!

The moment the clown pulled the trigger, Nemo slightly tilted his head, but another extremely small wind made him give up the idea of ​​performing magic in front of so many people.

"hiss--"

The bullet grazed Nemo's temple, and the whirling heat of the gunpowder scorched his temple hair.The talisman protects his skin from the aftermath of hot close-range weapons.

The very close gunshots made him instantly deaf and tinnitus. He saw what the clown opened his mouth to say, but couldn't hear clearly.

A bat dart knocked the clown's wrist and saved his life. Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the dart, but it turned out to be Bruce Wayne.

Bruce Wayne is Batman?

This is really incredible.Nemo thought.

The Joker walked up to Bruce, who pulled the man's hair: "Batman?"

Bruce gasped slightly: "I'm not."

"But you shot the Batarang."

"I sponsored Batman, is it any wonder I have a batarang?"

"Well, a reasonable explanation." The clown seemed to believe it.

"Then, let's wait and see if the little bat will come here today."

The Joker strangled Bruce's neck and pressed the muzzle of the gun to his temple.

"If Batman appears today, congratulations, you still have a chance to escape today."

"if there is not……"

The clown pierced Bruce's head insultingly with a muzzle: "I'll kill them one by one, in front of your face."

"And you, remember, your enemy is Bruce Wayne, who hides his identity and refuses to save you."

Nemo forced himself not to pay attention to the clown and Bruce. He knelt down to check on the girl. The magic repaired her fatal wound and hung her for the last time. die.

The clown's communicator rang.

After a while, several thugs with live ammunition came in against a man and a woman.

As soon as the woman saw the clown, she immediately said, "Hi sir, I am Vicki Weir, the chief reporter of the GBC, and this is my assistant."

The clown nodded to him politely: "I admire your courage, you can start working."

Vader suppressed the fear and excitement in his heart, and calmly directed his assistant to set up the camera.

The clown didn't give her the right to ask questions. After confirming that the camera was on and he saw his face appearing on the news with the official logo on the smart device he was carrying, he spoke:

"The stage is up, below, we are playing a cute little game while waiting for the little bat."

"I noticed that none of you came here to eat alone today."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the name of our after-dinner game is: Finding Your Soul."

"Well, in layman's terms, I want you to understand that pleasure in society is hypocritical because it is forced; only leisure in solitary life is pleasant because it is free and voluntary. *. And at this moment, you are all free.

"Those who want to leave here please raise your hand."

Some arms raised up the moment they heard this sentence, and the rest raised their hands tremblingly seeing that the clown didn't intend to kill violently.

Nemo didn't move, he knelt on the ground and pressed the girl's bleeding wound, silently injecting life into her.

"Fine, none of you want to play with me except Bruce and his mates."

The clown shrugged exaggeratedly.

"Okay, then, the rules of the game are like this."

The clown paused dramatically, until all his eyes showed humble begging, and he spoke like a devil: "Kill your companions, and you can leave immediately."

Everyone reacted differently, but in the end they tended to be unified. After shock, fear, entanglement, and hesitation, they gradually restrained their expressions, and did not dare to reveal their redundant emotions.

The clown seemed satisfied with the rules of the game he set and everyone's reaction, he laughed exaggeratedly.

"If you don't want to, then wait for the bat, or the police, to save you."

"Guess, will you die first, or will the savior come first?"

They looked at their companions, some shook their heads and said "NO", some whispered "sorry", but they approached their companions step by step.

"1, 2, 3, the game begins!"

With the order of the clown, this noble and elegant French restaurant instantly turned into a cruel Colosseum.

And the camera operating next to it faithfully broadcast all this to the people of the whole city.

"Damn it! Cut off the network signal! Are the people in the network information department eating shit?" The chief of police was incompetent and furious.

"Sir, a hacker has hijacked the signal, and we can't cut it off."

"Then blow up the optical fiber and pull the switch! Use any method to stop this damn live broadcast!" Amidst the ringing of the police station's phone, the chief yelled wildly.

"And James Gordon, what the hell is he doing!"

"What about the helicopter? Why is there no helicopter support?" Gordon pinched the walkie-talkie and looked anxiously at the congested main road.Sirens blared throughout the block, but it was useless. In Gotham, emergency lanes only serve their purpose when they are less congested.

"Laughing gas bombs have been found in various parks and central blocks in the city, and some have already exploded. The police helicopters have been dispatched to work at heights and spray the antidote." A policeman hurriedly replied after contacting the headquarters.

Gordon cursed fiercely.Finally jumped out of the police car and started weaving through the traffic.

He contacted Arkham while running: "It is impossible for him to do such a large-scale terrorist attack in a short period of time. When did he leave Arkham? Why didn't he report it?"

"We have personnel counting and confirmation every day." Jeremiah Arkham, the person in charge of Arkham, replied.

"What are you trying to tell me? Is it a ghost that's causing all this now?" Gordon snapped.

"I mean, until just now, we didn't find out that the person in the Joker's room was not himself. You can see all this in the special surveillance of the police station, and, if the Joker escapes from prison, maybe Batman will know it before us. "

"Fuck!" Gordon hung up the phone.

"Stop!" Bruce shouted angrily, looking at everything in front of him.

"Bruce, oh no, Batman, knock me down, stop this, right now, tell everyone who you are."

The clown pressed against Bruce's ear, bewitching viciously and happily.

And Vicki Weir, who was standing aside, couldn't help holding her breath.Today is her lucky day, and she has caught two pieces of nuclear bomb news.She pursued Batman and reported everything related to Batman. She also had a dewy relationship with Bruce. She originally wanted to get some news about the Dark Knight from the legendary Batman patron, but she did not expect to find out. The deeper entanglement between the richest man in Gotham and Batman, she is committed to proving that Bruce Wayne is Batman, and today is the moment when her wish comes true.

She doesn't care how much blood will be stained on today's news, anyway, she has a way to escape, and she is confident that she can survive.

All she cares about is the truth!And all the money, status, and honor that come with it.

After today, she will be the undisputed uncrowned king of Gotham journalism.

Half of the people who came to dine today brought their female companions, and some brought their work partners or customers. Among them was a man with a strong physique. He pressed his female companion to the ground and strangled her neatly. .

"I won! I killed her, I can leave! You promised!"

The man's eyes were red and his eyes were fierce. He was cowardly and fierce, weak and vicious.

"Of course, of course, well, let this gentleman who first understood the true meaning of freedom leave." The clown ordered casually.

The thugs moved out of the way, and the man scrambled and crawled out of this hell.

He looked at the back of the man going away, seeming nostalgic, but also satisfied: "Anyone, as long as they spend the worst day in their lives, they will become me."

He looked at the hostages who were stunned in place, and asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Everyone woke up like a dream, their eyes changed from hesitation to firmness, the urgency to escape from this hell gradually made them lose their humanity, they grabbed the knives, forks, anything they could get, and attacked their companions.

The kidnappers held their guns and laughed, watching this human tragedy happily.

Nemo took a few deep breaths. He is a strong-willed mage. He has experienced wars and hell, but what happened in front of him still made his teeth shudder.He couldn't stand the domestication of human beings into beasts, and desperately wanted to stop it.

He stood up and turned around.

He is not good at attacking magic, and if he uses it, he needs more magic power, but he doesn't want to think about it so much, he just wants to kill this demon immediately.

Yes, the Joker is the most evil devil, more evil than the necromancer he has ever seen.At least the necromancers don't take pleasure in bewitching their own kind to kill each other.

Just as he was about to draw out his wand, the glass of the revolving dining room shattered, and a black figure grabbed the rope and stepped into the air.

At the moment when the clown flashed, Bruce elbowed the clown.

He lowered his head, dodged the bullet fired by the clown's trigger, grabbed the clown's arms with both hands, and made a neat shoulder fall.

Coming in with Batman who broke through the window, was a smoke bomb.

"Batman!" A man who fled in embarrassment under the chase of his companions cried with joy.

People who had already lost their minds all responded to this title. Batman is a horror legend in Gotham. They have never seen it, but they are still afraid.The hostages gradually let go of their companions, for fear that Batman would see the way they killed others just now.They scrambled towards the exit amidst the gradually thickening smoke.The thugs were ready to shoot indiscriminately, but several batarangs flew out of the shattered window and knocked out the guns in the hands of the thugs.

Bruce Wayne was riding on the clown, his fists were filled with anger that could not be released, and he slammed on the clown hard again and again.

No one noticed them in the chaos, the hostages were busy fleeing for their lives, and the thugs were fighting Batman.

Batgirl also appeared, and while helping to deal with the murderers who were chasing after her, she led the hostages away.

Robin who shot the batarang also jumped in from the window.

Nemo wanted to go too, but...

He looked down at the girl on the ground who had been hanged to death by his magic power, and felt a little reluctant. If he left, wouldn't the magic power he used before be wasted.

The moment he hesitated, the thug closest to him grabbed him and put a gun on his head.

……

"Hahaha...cough...cough..." The clown vomited blood from being punched by Bruce's iron fist. His face was distorted, but he was still smiling.

"Bruce, Bruce, Bruce," said the Joker as he was being beaten.

"You fooled everyone, but not me. I know you are Batman."

There was no hesitation or pause in Bruce's fist, he gritted his teeth and denied: "I'm not!"

The author says:

Pleasure in society is false because it is forced; only leisure in solitary life is pleasant because it is free and voluntary*.

This quote comes from Rousseau.The original sentence may be slightly different, but that is the meaning.

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