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

Bruce stood up slowly, and the thugs guarding the hostages kept aiming their guns at his head.

Nemo stared straight at the thug, his malice was too obvious, the kind of malice mixed with twisted excitement.It seems that he is expecting the boss to give an order, so that he can kill the richest man in Gotham with one shot.

The man in the purple suit paced in front of Bruce, he grabbed the other's hair suddenly, and swept every pore of him at a very close distance.His tongue curls uncontrollably every once in a while, this nervous muscle reflex combined with his creepy facial paint can almost shock most people.

Even though Nemo had insulted Bruce ten thousand times in his heart just now, he had to worry about him now.

"Ah, it's not funny, not funny at all. Why aren't you afraid of me?!" The clown pinched Bruce Wayne's cheeks with one hand, showing a very dissatisfied expression.

Then, with a vicious swing of his hand, he slammed the butt of the gun into Bruce's temple.

Bruce fell down.The subordinates standing around immediately rushed up and kicked the **** on the ground.

This is the notorious Joker, the most murderous psychopath and super criminal Gotham has ever known.

The man's suppressed and painful muffled sound was accompanied by the sound of punching to the flesh, which was very clear in the empty hall, and some timid people couldn't help sobbing in fear.

Nemo couldn't save him either.If he was still the genius mage full of magic, even if his attack spells were not the best courses he learned, it would be more than enough to deal with these people, but now he is just a limited magic, fragile, ordinary people.

After a long while, the clown raised his hand and made a stop gesture, and his men lifted Bruce from the ground roughly.

"Well, this is much more pleasing to the eye than before." The clown patted Bruce's bruised and swollen face in satisfaction.

"Little darling, do you know why I'm looking for you?" The clown spoke quickly, with cadences full of dramatic effects.

Bruce looked at him without saying a word.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the rumors about Gotham are not true." The clown shook his head dissatisfied.

"They say the sole heir to the Wayne family is a hollow-headed, bohemian dandy! They say he's stupid and weak, vain and pompous."

The clown sneered.

"But, this stupid and weak playboy didn't kneel down and beg for mercy when he saw me?"

He quickly walked into the crowd and pulled out several well-dressed men with fearful faces.

These people shivered and shivered, almost unable to stand up

"Please, you...what do you want? Just let me go..." Someone begged for mercy with chattering teeth

Someone was so scared that he couldn't say a word, but there were embarrassing water stains under his pants.

The clown pointed at these people and approached Bruce: "This should be a normal reaction of a dude!"

Bruce said slowly: "I'm scared too, but my family doesn't allow me to show such a shameful look. You can have as much money as you want, as long as you let me go."

The clown laughed suddenly: "Ha... elite education, aristocratic cultivation—ah, Bruce, I'm starting to like you, if you didn't deceive me."

He turned and walked towards a table in the middle of the venue: "Okay, the gossip is over, now let's get down to business."

"Bruce, sweetheart, tell me, are you cheating on me?"

The clown asked leisurely questions.

"I don't understand what you mean," Bruce replied.

"Liar! You lied to me and everyone in Gotham! Let them think you are a rich young man with an empty head who doesn't care about anything but picking up girls!" The clown suddenly became furious, and he stood on the table and accused loudly.

"I do not have."

The clown laughed again, and his smile was very oozing under the blessing of oil paint.

"Bruce Wayne, I know your secret."

Bruce Wayne still looked directly at the clown: "I have many secrets, which one are you talking about?"

The crying of the hostages at the scene became quieter, as if they all wanted to know Bruce's secret.

The clown danced excitedly. He stood on the table and announced loudly: "You colluded with Batman and did bad things behind the board's back."

That's it?Nemo almost missed his breath, feeling like he ate a fake melon.

"You misappropriated funds behind the board's back, using your technology company to help Batman research equipment! That alone is not enough to ignite my anger, but! Why are you helping him develop an illegal machine! You are trying to abuse and destroy people with electric shocks brains, to control people's right to free thought!" The clown loudly accuses Bruce with his unique, exaggerated dramatic expression.

"It's just a medical device to control mental illness. It can help schizophrenic patients calm down for a period of time..."

Before Bruce finished speaking, he was interrupted sharply by the clown: "Tell him to shut up!"

There was another tooth-piercing sound of beating.

Nemo gently closed his eyes.

When the clown became quiet again, the clown continued: "The human brain is my field, Bruce, my dear, promise me that you will do a good job in this promising career as a dandy, and don't get involved in industries you don't understand, okay?"

Bruce seemed to be in pain, and didn't answer him this time.

"Everyone!"

As soon as the clown turned around, he looked around with his arms and announced loudly: "Do you know why you are suffering from this today?"

"It's all because of him! Bruce Wayne! He refuses to be an idiot and supports an evil project that I don't allow!"

"You are destined to die here today, and the culprit of all this is Bruce Wayne!"

The hostages present uncontrollably sneaked a look at Bruce, who had already been described as miserable.

Those people had fear, despair, and resentment in their eyes.

They're blaming Bruce Wayne for why he's fighting a madman.

Human nature is really strange. Instead of hating the devil who caused the killing, they hate the victim just like them.

Nemo watched the horror farce in front of him blankly.

Isn't the Joker's nemesis Batman?Why is he still not here?If the big black guy doesn't come again, the CP he knocked on will declare BE as one party dies.Nemo slandered in his heart, taking pleasure in bitterness.

He felt the unusual movements of the restaurant waiter standing next to him. Nemo subconsciously glanced sideways and found that she was holding a hidden cell phone. The number had been entered, and it was a call to the police.

It was useless, with such a loud explosion, and it was in the bustling city center, the police had already got the news, and what she did would only anger these criminals.Nemo moved forward unobtrusively, trying to block the girl and prevent the gangsters from discovering her abnormality.

But the clown has already spotted her.He jumped off the table and briskly walked to the shivering waiter.

"Brave lady, are you calling the police?" he asked politely.

The girl looked young, her fingers froze, and she looked fearfully at the terrorist in front of her.

"Yes... sorry..." She cried and apologized to the clown.

"Ah, no, you don't need to apologize to me. You are much more classy than this group of well-dressed upper-class people." The clown stroked her head and said softly.

The girl was terrified and could do nothing but tremble and cry.

All this is so long, but in fact, it is only 5 minutes.

The clown picked up the girl's phone from the ground: "Here."

Girls dare not answer.

The clown persuaded: "It's okay, you call the police. I'll watch you call the police."

The girl still doesn't move.

He suddenly fired several shots at the girl's feet.

"Express!"

People screamed in fright at the sound of gunfire.Girls screamed especially loudly.

She answered the phone and called the police tremblingly, saying that the clown had appeared here, and the reply she got was that the police had been sent to support her, and she hoped that she would pay attention to safety and remain calm.

After calling the police, she tremblingly handed the phone back to the clown.

The clown didn't answer.

"In that case, please do me another favor."

"Call the press and say I'm here," Joker said.

The girl didn't know what he wanted to do, so she could only tremble and say, "I don't know the media's number."

The clown took the phone and dialed for him, then turned on the speakerphone.

After a while, the phone was connected.

"This is the GBC hotline, I'm glad you're calling..."

Before the operator on the opposite side finished speaking, the clown said loudly: "The great clown has left his resort and is now spending a good time with Mr. Bruce Wayne at the Ultraviolet by Paul Pairet revolving restaurant."

The person behind the phone seemed to gasp.

"Sir, the joke is not funny."

The Joker fired casually, and Bruce let out a stifled grunt as the Joker lodged a bullet in his shoulder blade.

Screams and broken cries broke out again through the crowd.

"Tell them, Brucey, are you happy?" the clown asked, laughing.

A female voice has changed on the opposite side: "Mr. Clown, are you sure you are with Bruce Wayne now?"

"Of course, as much as I like to joke, it's true. What do you think, ma'am?"

The female voice said very calmly: "Thank you for the first-hand information you provided, we will be right there."

After finishing speaking, he immediately hung up the phone.

"Vicky, are you sure you want to go? Clowns are scary..."

A fat man was trotting along with the woman while wiping his sweat.

Vicki Weir took off her high heels and put on her sneakers as she ran and danced.

"I have applied for helicopter support. I want to get to the scene as quickly as possible. This breaking news must be mine! If you are afraid, don't follow."

The man hesitated for a moment, and finally followed up with the equipment on his shoulders.

"Ah, the stage is ready, the lights and photographers will be in place soon, and the police will be here soon, so what's missing now?" The clown frowned and thought

Then he clapped his hands

"By the way, I almost forgot my little bat." He smiled to himself.

"The little bat doesn't need me to notify, I bet he will arrive before the media!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly turned around and said to the girl who was already paralyzed from fright: "Madam, thank you for your service."

After all, bang.

"No!" Bruce yelled.His eyes were bloodshot and his expression twisted.He stared at the girl who was shot and fell not far from him.

The clown looked at Bruce accurately amidst the screams and cries: "Ah, she's dead, you see, it's all your fault."

Nemo knelt beside the girl, and he took off his coat to try to help the girl plug the wound on her chest.

The girl twitched and spit out blood foam, her fear slowly dissipated in her eyes.Nemo knew that she was going to die.

Nemo couldn't help but watch a young and fragile life being maliciously taken away in front of him, but his magic power was exhausted after sending the pregnant woman away.

In the library of the Holy Magic Academy, there is a book that can only be read by mages who have reached a certain level of magic and talent. Nemo was lucky enough to read it.

It was a whole book that recorded forbidden magic.The first forbidden technique is to use lifespan to convert magic power.

This is also the least expensive of all forbidden techniques.

Nemo didn't hesitate.

His hand gently attached the wound on the girl's chest, and quietly sent the magic power into the girl's body.

But after a while, he was pulled away by the clown.

"Look, I found another great personality!" The clown exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"She's dying," said Nemo

"so what?"

"Please keep me by her side. I want her to spend her last days without fear and despair before she dies."

The clown stared at him for a while, then took out a photo from his pocket as if remembering something.It was a sneak shot of Bruce and Nemo entering the restaurant elevator side by side.

The clown seemed to suddenly realize: "Oh, so you are Bruce's hunting target today. Ah! Bruce! Look! What a noble soul you are about to play with and abandon! This is the crime you are about to commit! And I, Don't allow this crime to happen!"

As he spoke, he immediately raised his gun: "Angels should go to heaven, you're welcome."

He pulled the trigger.

The author says:

[Convulsion-free electric shock treatment for convulsions]

One of the fastest and most effective ways to relieve severe depression, suicidality, mania, or other mental symptoms.Doctors also use this method to reduce other symptoms of schizophrenia, such as delusions, hallucinations, and confusion.

Before implementing electric shock therapy, the doctor will discuss all treatment options with the patient and family members in order to find the most suitable method.

——The specific interpretation comes from Baidu

【GBC】

Gotham Broadcasting Company (GBC/Gotham Broadcasting Company)

Vicki Vale

The full name is Victoria Elizabeth Vale (Victoria Elizabeth Vale), a well-known reporter and photographer for the Gotham Gazette, whose job is to report on Batman.She also had an affair with billionaire and playboy Bruce Wayne.Vicky often suspects that Batman and Bruce Wayne are actually one person, but Bruce usually reassures her.

Here, she is changed to be a reporter of GBC privately.

Let me explain here that Batman is not omniscient and omnipotent, and there is no way to plan. Undoubtedly, most of the pain he suffered after becoming the Dark Knight was brought to him by the Joker. Even in New 52, ​​in the finale, he singled out the entire Zhenglian , and finally had to die with the clown.The clown is a real human evil, so for such a villain, I can only try my best to write him with a higher IQ=. =

I don't worship clowns, it's just that the villain is too smart, which is also a kind of disrespect to B [Big Fog!

So Falcone at the beginning of this article may really be the friendliest villain (smile)

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