Chapter 858: Assassinate

The screams of the guard before his death echoed in the walkie-talkie, and this attracted more guards.
Although not everyone in Arkham after the flood can return to work, there is no doubt that the defense capabilities here are much higher than that of the Gotham Police Department.
The Laughing Bat shrugged. He licked the corners of his mouth and shook the thick metal chain. This special sickle can be linked with iron, and it becomes a ninja-type weapon used by ninjas. Only people with severe training can Master this kind of thing.
This is naturally no problem for Batman.
So after a short moment of the howling of the sickle and wild laughter, no one else could stand in the corridor.
"La la la..."
Revisiting the old place, this made Laughing Bat feel happy. He remembered the joy of killing every criminal when he ran in Arkham.
Although the Cruel Knight did not even delay the time, at least it distracted the death knell.
There are more than forty earths in the dark multiverse, and there are more unformed worlds. As long as there is metal x and the anvil of doom, there are as many Batman as you want.
But he is the only one who can laugh, he is so different.
Perhaps it was his cheerful singing and crackling dance steps that attracted the attention of others, and soon someone poked their heads out of the fence door of the ward.
He happened to see the samba dancing with the guard's corpse with an iron chain.
"Batman? No, this is not you, although we are the enemy, the doctor also asked me to imagine more to make up for the killing..."
The patient in the ward was sluggish for a second or two. He didn't react until he laughed and used an iron chain to spin the body like a top, and shouted in disbelief.
Laughing pretentiously, holding his chin, looking up at the ceiling and pretending to be thinking. After a while, he tapped his palm with his fist: "Oh? Let me see... Oh, this is not my old friend Huo Is it a fly? How did you get into the cage?"
"It's you... No, you are not Batman! Who are you?"
"Hehehe...you are wrong. I am the real Batman. Smiling at the bleak life is what an adult should do, isn't it? Not a kid who only lives in the past."
He laughed wildly close to the fence, as if he was about to talk hand in hand, but his huge grin that reached the base of his ears made the firefly back again and again, shaking his head.
"You are my fantasy, no, I can't think of a Batman like this, I should take medicine, where is my medicine?"
Laughing pretentiously raised his arms and made a gesture of looking at his watch, and the corners of his mouth rolled down, imitating Batman's classic serious expression, but he still wanted to laugh.
"Yes, it's time to take the medicine. Your little pill is with me, here you are."
Kuan laughed and took out a beautiful transparent ball from his belt. Inside was a brown liquid, which looked like something like cod liver oil.
He squeezed the little sphere and let out a weird laugh, then threw it through the prison door and on the chest of the firefly.
The moment that small ball came into contact with the firefly, it exploded like a firework, and a fierce flame burst out of it, wrapped around the firefly, turning him into a human-shaped torch.
Firefly is a mental illness who likes to use jetpacks and flamethrowers. His favorite is barbecue, because he had a perverted attachment to flames in childhood, and he likes to see others being burned to death.
Arkham's treatment for him is to make him imagine that he can burn others in his mind, but don't do it in reality.
As long as he can restrain himself, even if he has completed the transformation.
But the Laughing Bat doesn't need others to correct it. The firefighter is really fake. People just need others to push them.
"Ah!!!!!! Ah!!! Help!!! It's so hot!!!"
"Hahahahaha...Yes, yes, maybe the fire will go out after a few more rolls?" The laughing bat clapped and laughed through the iron fence, like watching a lion drilling a fire in a circus. The lion in the circle made a mistake.
He hasn't heard of anyone who can extinguish napalm bombs by rolling, but if fireflies can, then come here today for a visit.
Laughing wildly holding the fence with both hands, his head swayed rhythmically, watching the flames gradually stop shaking, and smelling the aroma of barbecue.
He shrugged helplessly, turned and left, there were enough scorched corpses reflected in his eyes.
Perhaps it was the screams of the firefly that woke up more people, so there were more people spying in the wards on both sides of the corridor, but thanks to the madness shown by the laughing bat, no one dared to talk to him. Up.
Laughing wildly is naturally too lazy to pay attention to them.
Of course he came here for the clown.
When the death knell squad appeared at the police station, it indicated that the Joker had been arrested. He had seen a group of people watching Batman and the Joker by some means before, and then he watched Batman being carried away.
He didn't see where the speedster transported the clown, but Gotham had only two places, either Arkham or Black Gate. Of course, Arkham was chosen for such a simple choice.
As for why the clown was found, it was naturally for revenge and planning.
The last time Barbatos invaded, he laughed and overturned the car under the impact of the clown and the death knell. His head was used as a toy by the clown for a long time, and he was given to Luther as a gift. It was his eloquence that convinced the bald talent. Escaped.
This time again, Batman chose the Joker between him and the Joker. Isn't this looking down on him?
It's okay now, the woman is dead, and she's crazy, actually laughing wildly, thinking that Batman doesn't care about the Joker at all and will do nothing.
Even if the hostage is captured by the clown, it is to form a play. The clown can't start the performance without the audience.
In other words, it was Batman who gave the clown the opportunity to perform, and he made the clown.
But it's only up to today. Laughter is here to kill the clown. Others don't dare to kill him but it's okay. The smell of the clown toxin is an expert.
Moreover, the clown and Halle can guess his thoughts many times, so it is better to get rid of such hidden dangers early.
At the end of the corridor, in the darkest corner, there is the most tightly guarded cell. In view of the clown's multiple escapes, this is different from other wards. It looks more like a bank vault with a delivery port.
The various verification measures at the door, only Batman can open the door, otherwise not only will the alarm be triggered, but also the defense facilities may be overthrown.
But seeing this, laughed wildly and touched his face lightly.
"Fortunately, I can open this door." There is a palmprint copy program on his gloves, but he doesn't need it, he just presses his hand on it: "Because...I am Batman Hehehe..."
Click.
The door opened in front of him, and he saw the clown sitting on the single bed deep in the cell.
"Hello, my old friend." A wild smile dragged the iron chain and walked into the cell step by step, the smile on his face seemed to glow in the dark.
"You...!" The clown grabbed his hair and made a motion of covering his eyes: "Are you here to kill me?"
"Yeah, hehe." The laughing bat showed him the sickle in his left hand and the iron chain in his right hand.
"Wait, we can actually talk about it. For example, how about cooperation? I can help you win." The clown waved his hand and showed a kind smile.
"You are so kind, to me, so kind." The laughing bat approached the clown and looked at his face carefully, and the clown looked at him obediently with a shy smile.
Suddenly laughed wildly with a wave of the sickle in his hand, the entire face of the knife smashed in from the top of the head of the clown, and out of the chin, the clown hissed, his whole body began to twitch, and then he couldn't move.
Laughing stomped on the clown's body, drew the sickle out, rubbed his leather jacket, and took a deep breath under his nose.
"Great, then my answer is... heh."
This is a fake.
How to tell if a clown is genuine is actually very simple. Just find a clown, kill it, and then close your eyes and feel it.
Do you see colored light in the darkness? Do you feel happy from the heart? Are you uncontrollable... want to laugh?
As Batman who killed a clown, he did just that, and the one he just killed could only make him whisper like ‘huh’, very reluctantly, this is a fake.
This laugh is not from the heart, it is forced out by a wild laugh, trying to find the feeling.
But no, my heart was empty, without the feeling of fullness filled with ecstasy.
"Oh, it's really naughty, where did you go?" He laughed wildly as if rubbing his forehead with a headache, and the sickle in his hand was constantly tapping his butt.
But anyway, if he doesn't want to be stuck in such a dead end by the death knell, he must leave.
Although the mission was not achieved, it was not a loss. At least I watched a Torch Festival performance, right?
As for where the clown went, he might have guessed it, but it is not convenient for him to go there now, so wait for the chance.
He hummed without reluctance, turned and left, his footsteps getting farther and farther in the darkness, until the whole person was swallowed by the darkness.
Everything was quiet. The patients in the cells on both sides seemed to have silenced their voices. No madman was more terrifying than the mad Batman. Not only did he kill the clown, he could also hum and jingle bells and dance away.
However, a smiling face suddenly appeared in the darkness, his red lips opened wide, and the head that seemed to be floating out of thin air turned around, and was submerged in the darkness again.
"So it's really gone~EbookFREE.me~ I can run..."
The frantic laugh who thought he had left suddenly killed the carbine.
But to no avail, the body in the cell was a fake, and he didn't get up with a smile.
Now I am laughing wildly to see how the teammates are doing. The clown is really not worrying. Forget it, wait for a chance to kill it.
But he has to let the clown know that he missed a good opportunity to die easily, and the next time he really finds it, it won't be so easy...
It was not until several minutes later that the other guards in the backup realized that there was a problem here, and they only saw the dead guard after they arrived.
"Quick, doctor! See if there are any survivors! Contact Director Gordon!"
"Captain! Old Bob is still alive! The huge amount of high-calorie food he usually eats saved his life!"
"Ambulance! Quick!"