Transformers In Marvel

　　 Including a group of felons who followed the clown, all were arrested and thrown into a cage-like prison.

　　 These prisons are very special. They are not separate rooms. Just like their name, they are "cages". They are all iron railings on all sides, like cages for wild animals. The police put the criminals in. No matter what the criminal wants to do, the surrounding police can see it clearly.

　　 "Police officer! My stomach hurts! It hurts me to death!"

　　 There was a fat guy who was sweating profusely, clutching his stomach and knelt on the ground, wailing in pain. His breathing was rapid, his eyes rolled white, as if he was about to die in the next second.

　　 Some police officers were working next to them. He glanced indifferently when they heard the words, and then turned their heads to do their own business.

　　 "A bunch of villains, they pretend to look alike."

　　 "Don't pay attention to them, just prevent them from running out."

　　 The police officers were talking, their faces were cold, and they sneered at the wailing guy lying on the ground. During this time, too many police officers were killed in the process of arresting the clown. The city was in a mess because of the clown, and he almost killed the entire high-level.

　　 This group of villains who follow the clown, everyone hopes they will die in the next second. All are imprisoned in Arkham Prison, and will not be released for a lifetime!

　　 Soon, the wailing of the criminal was left in the entire hall, and the howling became smaller and smaller. Others are busy with their own affairs, and many criminals sit indifferently, with sneers on their lips...

　　……

　　 In the interrogation room, the clown sat bored, he said nothing, undoubtedly shaking his fingers, and occasionally licking his lips.

　　 "Did he speak?" someone asked outside.

　　 Many people started shaking their heads, looking helpless. The clown is a master of psychology, his thinking is chaotic, and no one can force him to say it unless he wants to say it himself.

　　 "Sheriff Gordon?" Someone was temporarily transferred back from the outside, who didn't know much about some situations, and he looked at the old sheriff who should have died long ago with surprise.

　　 Old Sheriff Gordon has reached his age, and his face shows a few wrinkles when he smiles. He patted the young man: "I cheated to death, so that I can protect my innocent family."

　　 Gordon opened the door of the interrogation room and walked directly in.

　　The interrogation room is much larger than imagined, but there is only a table and a dimly lit desk lamp on the table. In this empty interrogation room, only the lamp in front of the prisoner was lit, and the surroundings were all dark, which undoubtedly added a bit of gloom and loneliness.

　　 "I just ask you one question. Harvey Dante didn't go home last night. Where did you get him?" Gordon sat opposite the clown, pursing his lips, staring at the clown.

The clown looked around innocently, and then raised his handcuffed hands: "I've been here all the time, where did you get him? Well, your people? Of course, unless they are still yours, Not the people of Maroni."

　　 The clown licked his lips, trying to make a low smile, but in the end he held it back. He shook his head in a weird manner.

"Is this frustrating you, Mr. Sheriff? Your trusted subordinates have actually betrayed you a long time ago. Only you are kept in the dark and fighting alone. Does this make you feel complacent about Harvey's dilemma? responsibility?"

　　 The old sheriff changed his expression and asked, "Where is he?"

"what time is it?"

　　 "Is this important?"

　　 "Of course it is important." said the clown, "time determines whether he is somewhere or everywhere? Hehehe..."

　　 Gordon couldn't bear it. He pressed his anger and opened the clown's handcuffs.

　　 "If you want to play, I will find a better player to play with you, and I will go for a cup of coffee." Gordon gritted his teeth, threw the handcuffs to the ground, and turned and walked out of the interrogation room.

　　 In the next second, a black figure appeared behind the clown, making no sound like a ghost.

boom!

　　 Batman pressed the head of the Joker and slammed it against the table, and the Joker couldn't help calling out.

　　 "One sings black face and the other sings white face, ah? Don't hit me on the head, the victim will be dizzy, and then can't remember anything..."

boom!

　　 Batman hit the clown's hand on the table with a fist, making a louder sound.

　　 The clown shut up then, it hurts so much.

　　 "Don't you want to see me, I'm here, in front of you, I want to see what you do." Batman said hoarsely.

"Honestly, Big Bat, you didn't let me down. You successfully killed the Gotham executives, and now you let Harvey be your substitute. Wow, even people like me feel chilled!" The clown exaggerated. Open your mouth wide.

　　 "Where is Harvey? And why do you always want to kill me?" Batman endured the disgust of beating the disgusting face of the Joker.

"That group of gangsters want you to die, so they will be as free as before. As for killing you? Hahahaha, kill you? I don't want to kill you. Who do I play with when I kill you? Run back to swindle that group of gangsters? Me? never."

　　 The clown smashed the table suddenly, putting his face almost on Batman's mask.

"I don’t kill you~www.NovelMTL.com~hehehe, but guess what, will he kill you? I mean, if it gets to that point, you know what I’m talking about, you’ve always been Think of it this way, then he—will Donny kill you?" The clown raised his hands and crossed each other, and pointed his two index fingers in opposite directions.

　　 "It's you, you monster, that's how you calculated it from the beginning..." Batman remembered many things in his mind like playing a movie, and everything seemed clear.

"Hahaha, yes, yes, yes, it was me... I sent Aaron and the others to kill Downey—you may not know them, but the group of people that Downey just came to Gotham and was killed by him. Aaron actually It was Falcon’s, but I bought it...the death was really tragic, and was dismembered by someone like Downey, just like this, khakaka..."

　　 The clown opened his teeth and danced his claws, describing the scene at the time, making a creepy laugh.

"Also, that poor Anderson, who was thrown into the prison directly after being interrogated by you hahaha~~~ I threw it to you on purpose. Are the two of us in a tacit understanding? We used our own means to treat brother. When Tan Shi started, no matter which method was used by anyone, you couldn't accept it. You have always been so hypocritical and arrogant."

The clown talked eloquently: "I helped you kill the decadent high-levels and make Gotham City cleaner. Downey started from the bottom, armed the people against the tyranny of the gang, and used violence to control violence, only to let the enemy drain the blood. , They will truly understand that the past practices are wrong... The two of us helped you transform Gotham, but you will never accept our method... You will think that we are the source of confusion, right, right? Don’t pretend to be a big bat, you already knew, you should have known it, you are avoiding it, I said I would take off your hypocritical mask, and then stomped a few feet!"