Chapter 565 I, the Clown (V)

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For the_bruce, tonight's ceremony is not a "game" at all, it is just an "execution".

Every year, he and his army secretly arrest several people who oppose bats or are not loyal to the "belief". Then, with the help of Dr. Clipper's technology, they are transformed into super criminals. Then, on the night of December 21, he releases these people to play this so-called chase game.

On the surface, everyone has a chance to win. As long as the "villains" can kill the_bruce, they can get freedom; and as long as the civilians kill any villain, they can get the opportunity to challenge the king of Gotham and replace him.

But in fact... everything is under the control of the_bruce. The "villains"' vehicles are all tampered with; their brains are messed up by chips; their actions are always under surveillance; and the weapons issued to them are all only one bullet...

In the past years, no one has ever escaped from the vehicles. The reason is simple. Without tools or external help, they simply cannot break free from their seat belts or other restraints. All they can do is drive around the city in a confused state, and finally die in a car accident or the_bruce's pursuit.

Only in very rare cases will the "villains" be killed by armed citizens. Once that happens, the_bruce will keep his promise and fight the challenger head-on. But the result of the battle... As mentioned earlier, the civilians in this universe are ordinary people through and through. And the_bruce's body is a war machine that has been modified for many years. The victory or defeat is self-evident.

So, to put it bluntly... the annual "ritual" is actually a blood sacrifice with a strong religious color.

In order to allow those people who are tortured by tyranny and poverty to vent and strengthen their faith; to let them experience the power and kindness of bats; to remind them how terrible life is in the days without bats... This ritual will continue.

"Gordon, I will take a 15-minute break after killing Two-Face. Let the Robins locate the coordinates of Harley and Poison Ivy so that we can prepare for the next killing." the_bruce was already planning the next move while maneuvering the plane to fly towards Xiao Tan.

"Uh... about this." Gordon's voice came from the other side of the intercom, and he seemed to be hesitant, "Two minutes ago, Poison Ivy's tracking signal was also interrupted... Now her and the Joker's whereabouts are unknown." He paused, "And... that Harley... she... she got a cold weapon from somewhere, and used it to destroy all the mobile cameras that tried to approach her, and also chopped up two of our hovercrafts... I can only order all units not to approach her for the time being."

"What did you say?" Bruce couldn't believe his ears (in this independent parallel universe. There is no setting related to the Justice League), "Are you crazy? Is she an alien?" He shouted angrily, "Forget it... Wait until I get rid of Two-Face and come back to talk." Bruce said, and then cut off the communication. Because at this time, his Batplane had already come near the out-of-control aircraft of Two-Face.

"Do you have faith?" Bruce turned on the broadcast function on the plane. Hovering in the air. He shouted to the civilians below.

"We do!" "Praise the bat!" "Be loyal to the bat!" "Long live the God of the Bat!" The crowd below responded with a tsunami-like response.

"Okay, then... I will give you - Two-Face!" Bruce said, controlling the Batplane, aiming at the disc aircraft that was flipping in the sky, and rushed over at high speed...

At this moment, Xiao Tan's hands and feet were still fixed on the aircraft. Even if the disc flipped repeatedly, he couldn't fall down. In the repeated high-speed flips that were out of his control, Xiao Tan had already felt dizzy, and it was good that he didn't vomit. Facing the oncoming plane. He was almost in despair.

"Humph... Easy." Two seconds before hitting the target, Bruce's mouth corners had revealed a smug sneer.

Unexpectedly...

Bang - a loud noise.

A red figure fell from the sky, like a red missile, and fell straight on the nose of the Batplane.

"What a joke..." The_Bruce's face showed a rare look of surprise. Because he saw a person through the glass of the cabin cover - the Joker.

A few days ago, this "Joker" was still lying in the laboratory of the Bat Castle, accepting the transformation surgery with a horrified face. But at this moment, he seemed to have become another person... In the strong wind, he stood on the cabin cover with a heroic posture, and there was a crazy smile on his face.

However, Bruce's shock did not last too long. The emperor who could rule Gotham for so many years was definitely not an ordinary person. In less than two seconds, the_Bruce came back to his senses, grasped the joystick in front of him, stabilized the fuselage that was tilted due to the impact, and immediately activated the weapon device.

Squeak-squeak-two machine guns responded from the two wings of the cabin and locked the target close at hand.

"Looks like I have to get rid of you first..." the_bruce is a calm and ruthless character. After this sudden change that is difficult to explain by science, he was not afraid at all, "Humph... Anyway, the mob below has been waiting impatiently for a long time."

He thought that as long as the machine gun was about to press the fire button, he could deal with the "clown" in front of him, but...

Just when Bruce's finger was about to press the fire button, Feng Bujue actually pierced the canopy of the bat plane with a palm and thrust his upper body into the cockpit.

"Ahem--" The next second, a strong hand strangled Bruce's throat. He only had time to shout a short syllable before he could not speak.

"Hey, Bat." Feng Bujue smiled like a mental patient. In every sense, he imitated very well. "The game has just begun, why rush?" He said, and with a strong grab, he pulled the_bruce out of the cabin.

"You...are...what..." Bruce raised his hands and grabbed Feng Bujue's wrists, only to relieve the pressure on his neck and squeeze out these words.

"Hehehe...who knows?" Feng Bujue replied with a smile, and then he raised his hand and threw the King of Gotham from the plane.

The crowd on the ground was silent, and people looked up at the sky in amazement, watching the King of Gotham falling from mid-air.

In the sky, there was a crazy laugh... (To be continued...)