The red-hooded pistol rests against the clown's temple, and his nose is filled with the smell of blood mixed with dirt. He couldn't tell if it was the Joker's blood or the result of the revival of his long memory.

The clown's frantic laughter, the sound of broken bones, the dull pain of a crowbar hitting his body, and the smell of blood in his nose all woke up vividly from his memory, and he instinctively raised the back of his left hand to wipe the blood under his nose, only to remember that it was just his memory when he touched the cold hood.

His memories were so vivid that he couldn't tell the difference between the real and the fake.

That's enough, that's it! Just let his memories fade away with this garbage.

The fingers on the trigger began to tighten, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against the clown's temple, and it only took one shot to end it all. He didn't believe that this guy could survive like this, and if he could survive like this, he would let him live.

But the fingers never carried out the instructions of the brain, and the index finger on the trigger never pulled the iron trigger. What is he hesitating about?

Unlike Batman, he has never had any doubts about killing this garbage, why can't he just shoot the joker like those scumbags?

Red Hood knew what he was hesitating about, he was unwilling, and every cell in his body was clamoring to kill him! Kill him! Break every bone of his with a crowbar,

Tear all the skin off his body, fill all the clown's stomach with his proud clown laughing...

Yes, he's not reconciled!

The clown didn't know anything about what was going on, fainting quietly in the driver's seat of the car, unconscious and still unable to lower the corners of his upwardly curved mouth.

He doesn't know anything about everything, and then he just lets this garbage go to God?

He was not reconciled, he wanted to let the clown experience the madness of dying, the imminent knowledge that he knew he was going to die, he wanted the clown to experience the feeling of being driven to despair, he wanted the clown to live and feel the feeling of every bone in his body being broken, he wanted to hear the wail of this fool who would always laugh maniacally..... And he wanted it all to happen in front of a man.....

Finally, he put the pistol on the safety and put it back in the gun bag, picked up a fragment and stabbed it fiercely in the clown's thigh, causing the fainting clown to snort.

"So you still feel pain... Good luck to your trash, the audience didn't arrive today.... We'll see you another day, scum..."

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When Batman arrived, the place had been cordoned off by the police, and the leaking laughing gas had polluted the nearby air and water, which were also cordoned off.

"Oh, you're here"

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief when he saw someone coming. To be honest, he has been made a little nervous breakdown by the scene. As Gotham's police chief, he's seen too many crazy cases, but this time he's a little unacceptable, both physically and psychologically.

"What is the situation?"

Batman's deep voice gave Gordon a little comfort.

"See for yourself"

Gordon is like describing the current situation in concise words, Batman doesn't like crap, he sees things in the most critical places. But forgive him for his poor literary studies, and I really can't find any words to describe the current situation.

Hearing Gordon's words, Batman walked in through the gap that the police had deliberately left for him.

"The laughing gas hasn't dissipated yet, bring a respirator"

Gordon hurriedly brought himself a respirator and chased after him with another. When he walked up, he realized that his worries were unnecessary, and the only leaking lower half of Batman's face was sealed at the moment, and the whole person looked completely like a super-tech robot.

It's right to think that there are very few guys in Gotham who don't use chemicals, and Batman can't be unprepared as their old rival.

Batman walked quietly through the cordoned off area, with burning flames and the occasional explosion. The firefighters were already on standby on the perimeter, and the reason why they did not rush in immediately to extinguish the fire was that they did not know where the bombs would explode, and on the other hand, the leaking laughing gas needed to be burned and broken down into harmless oxygen and nitrogen.

"What about people?"

It was once one of Gotham's most prosperous warehouses, but with the death of Gotham's port, it has become one of the abandoned warehouses. The useful things in the warehouse are long gone, and what remains is worthless, and the result of being far away from the urban living quarters is that even the homeless rarely come here, and it has become a good place for some gangster transactions.

Batman looked around, but there was no one except destroyed buildings, bullet riddled walls, and cars that had exploded or exploded.

"The living and the dead are all pulled away"

"How many have survived, how many have died?"

"Haven't counted yet... I'm not going to go in with it."

Gordon was wearing only ordinary bulletproof clothing, and the heat was a little overwhelming, and he glanced at the man in front of him, wondering how much heat his uniform could withstand.

Batman didn't answer, just kept walking. Gordon knew he must have heard, so he shrugged and turned and walked back the way he came.

After Gordon leaves, Batman begins his search.

The scanner on the helmet is connected to the batcomputer, scanning around through the direction of his gaze.

Batman walked to the corner of a warehouse, where the soil was well covered with signs of churning, and a layer of old dirt was attached to it. The computer's analysis soon came in - there was something down here.

Carefully clearing the floating soil, he dug up an unexploded bomb from the buried soil below. Batman glanced at the improvised remote-controlled bomb, which looked very crudely made, with the fuses cluttered around the perimeter. After a closer look, these pipelines are densely packed with various traps, and it is not as difficult as it seems to be to remove them.

He'd seen this seemingly simple bomb, which had once blown up an entire building, and it had been blown up perfectly, and the surrounding buildings next to it had not been affected at all, and it had a terrifying directional blasting ability.

According to Gordon's sources, the incident was a clash between the Clowns and the gangsters. It may indeed be a fight between the clowns and the gangsters, but I'm afraid that another fisherman has benefited.

After dismantling the bomb in his hand and removing the lead, Batman walked into a warehouse that had been destroyed.

This warehouse was one of the most damaged, but unlike the other, it was notably devoid of many bullet holes in the walls, suggesting that it was not the center of the firefight.

The main reason for the damage to the warehouse was because two cars collided... No, it was a truck that smashed a car straight into the walls of this warehouse.

Both cars were badly damaged. The truck has only the front part and no trailer part, while the sedan has been deformed.

Judging from the trajectory on the ground, it should be that the car was directly hit into this warehouse from the side by the front of the truck in the process of driving.

Thinking of this, Batman turned to look across the warehouse, and the dilapidated gate of a warehouse diagonally not far away provided strong evidence for his speculation.

Batman examined the cockpit of the big truck and found nothing, then turned his gaze to the deformed car. The deformation position of the car is mainly placed on the rear side of the other side, so the deformation on the side of the cab is not serious.

The cab door of the sedan had been opened, and after a closer look, it was inferred from the marks on the door frame that the door had been forcefully opened.

Although this part of the deformation is not serious, trying to force the deformed door open means that the opponent's arm strength is not weak. The probe went in and looked around, and without much effort, it found some clues in two conspicuous places.

The blood on the seat and the green hair lying in the crack - clown!