Chapter 634: Joker's game

Duke stood at the window, watching what the clown was doing.
Quezel walked behind Duke: "Boss, what are you looking at?"
"I'm thinking about one thing, Batman failed to resist the personality invasion of the Joker, and the Joker failed to resist his personality rendering. Isn't it weird? It stands to reason that there is always someone who has to lose!"
"You mean, someone lied?"
"Who knows!"
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Wayne Manor!
Butler Alfred pushed the dining car into the bedroom. He was in a good mood today. Master Wayne, who had been in a coma for two days, finally woke up. Although the request to eat strawberry sundae right after waking up is a bit weird, but taking sugar is good for the body, he readily agreed.
In the luxuriously decorated bedroom, Wayne lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze, and then found out that when he recovered, his little finger was inserted into his nostril.
"This is not the style of a clown, what the is he stuffing in my head..." Wayne was talking, feeling a little itchy on the soles of his feet and couldn't help but buckle.
Ever since, when Alfred opened the door, he saw this. The master of his family first squeezed the foot, then buckled the nostrils with the squeezing hand, and then... he squeezed the foot again!
Alfred: "..."
Who am I, where am I, what happened?
"Afu, you are here, just give me the sundae." Wayne silently put down his foot-handling hands and returned to the rigorous style of the past.
"Master, are you okay?" Alfred asked concerned.
Since that night, when the clown sent Wayne home in a coma, Alfred couldn't eat and sleep because his master was not wearing clothes. Fortunately, now Wayne woke up and looked good, he was a little relieved.
"To be honest, I've never been so well, so don't worry." Wayne replied. If he didn't have a big spoon to dig the sundae, it would be more convincing.
"Master, I think you need to have a physical examination." Thinking of the clown's methods, Alfred was frightened.
"I mean it too." Wayne stopped taking sugar and was in a coma for two days, but he didn't feel any discomfort. Instead, he felt his energy explode.
This is not the response of normal people!
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Bat cave!
Wayne was standing in the middle of a pile of sandbags. The iron sand was flowing out of the broken sandbag. Wayne picked up a grain of iron sand and rubbed his thumb and index finger lightly to turn the iron sand into plasticine.
Wayne's complexion remained unchanged, and he didn't know what he was thinking, turned around and walked to the wall of the grotto, and punched it hard. The sturdy boxing front roared, and the hard stone wall was punched through like tofu, and half of his arm was deeply buried.
Wow!
Wayne pulled out his arm and looked at the skin that was cut by the sharp gravel. It healed automatically in a few seconds without leaving a scar, and the shock in his heart could not be added. I remembered what Duke said to him at the time, that there were not many enemies who could make him specialize in making a battle plan. He didn't think about it at the time, and now he understands the meaning of the words.
"Master, I think you should take a look at these. There are data about your current body." Alfred hurried over, holding a stack of documents in his hand, and the words were full of disbelief.
Wayne looked at the file in front of him, raised his hand and put it down, and only took the file three times and looked at it. From this look, even if he was always calm, he couldn't help but slap his tongue again and again.
Strength, agility, acuity, and physique have been improved by leaps and bounds on the original basis, surpassing the limits of humans and reaching the realm of inhumans. The bench press data, the sprint data, and so on, all broke a lot of world records, even some non-human heroes and villains can't do this.
Wayne knew that some data could not be measured by a machine, just like his senses and mind. His thoughts were so clear that he could recite like a pi. He also has the ability to recover and endurance. There is a steady flow of strength from all over his body, and I feel like I am alive and kicking without eating or drinking for ten days.
To put it bluntly, now he is playing with a hundred before him.
Wayne put down the file and asked his most trusted butler: "Fu, am I still a human?"
"Of course! In theory, you have evolved!"
Wayne didn’t say anything. He raised his head and looked at the various equipment around the Bat Cave. Bat suits, bat chariots, grappling guns, and cable launchers. These were the most trustworthy props in the past, how pale and powerless they looked. .
"Master, how are you?"
"I'm fine, really!" Wayne exhaled heavily, the attachment in his eyes firmer.
"But you seem to be worried...Would you like me to do a psychological counseling for you."
"It's okay, men and dogs, they will change drastically if they don't see each other in two days!" Wayne replied subconsciously.
"Uh, what are you talking about?" Alfred looked dumbfounded.
Wayne was also dumbfounded, what was going on with this line, why did he say it so skillfully?
"I mean... I'm hungry, Fu, do something for me!"
"What do you want to eat?"
"Chocolate sundae, the milk has a strawberry flavor. In fact, as long as it is sweet, I think it will become very anxious if you don't consume sugar...Afu, why do you think of me that way?"
"Master, eating too many sweets is bad for your health!" Alfred's eyes twitched.
"It doesn't matter, I have decided to eat what I like and live a short life."
"Master, are you serious?"
"Of course..." Wayne said as a matter of course, his face suddenly changed as his voice fell, he shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "Fu, I need psychological counseling, no, it's psychotherapy!"
"You're right, we better start now." Alfred screamed, his master played as a during the day and a bat at night, and finally got schizophrenic.
"Right, one more thing."
"You say!"
"How about Gotham these past two days, I mean the clown, have you heard from him these past two days?"
"I'm sorry, maybe the clown is hidden too deeply and there is no news about him. Gotham's nights in the past two days are as usual..." Alfred said as he thought, "If you really want to say something, it's probably Gotham. To the south of the city, it has been rare and quiet these two nights. But you also know that this obviously has nothing to do with the clown. If he is in the south, I don’t know what the chaos will be there!"
Wayne nodded and decided to go to the south tonight.
...
At this time, to the south of Gotham, the steel jungle with tall buildings always has one or two urban stains. The gloomy stinky gutters, low and dilapidated bungalows, and chaotic slums are not only dirty on the surface, but also full of ugliness in the dark.
An old factory warehouse, the door was welded, and the windows were sealed with iron sheets, like a prison isolated from the outside world.
In a dimly lit room ten meters square, six men with evil spirits and tattoos of all kinds woke up one by one from a coma. They have black and white skins, tall and thin bodies, but they all have one thing in common, that is, their photos are hung in the Gotham Police Station, and they are offered a large bonus.
"Damn it, where is this?" As soon as the man woke up, he was smoked by the musty smell in the house~EbookFREE.me~A closed room with dark yellow light bulbs that flickered on and off on the roof. The toilet was separated by a block, shattered to only half of the dirty mirror. It can be seen that this is a dilapidated bathroom, with disgusting stains on the floor and walls, very dirty and smelly.
"Asshole, who gave you the courage to kidnap Lao Tzu? Do you know who I am?" The man looked at the disgusting toilet next to him, almost didn't vomit it, roared to his feet, and walked to the dim toilet door. As a result, within two steps, I heard the sound of iron chains colliding, and fell to the ground with a snap.
The man looked down, his ankles were chained, and the iron chain went around the thick drain pipe behind the toilet, locking him here.
In the toilet, the other five people are the same, each with a toilet and chain. The six people looked at each other. Although they were all brave villains, it was the first time we saw the situation.
mischief?
No, no one has the guts!
Kidnapping? captivity? Brother rebellion?
It is possible!
Rustle
After a creak of electric current, on the wall opposite to the six, an old TV set suddenly lit up, and the black and white picture flickered.
The strange picture made the six people's scalp numb, and then they saw even more terrifying characters appear.
Gotham's nightmare-the clown!
The clown sat on the screen in a suit, his hair meticulously combed into a big back, and hairspray.
Well, very energetic!
"Scumbags, welcome to the game of Joker, you need salvation!"
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