The Joker likes to play games, and he likes to incorporate all kinds of games into his plans, playing with the little bat or anyone else, and the one who loses is usually dead.

Oh, that's not accurate, except for the guys he accidentally lost, all of them died, and if he lost... Well, little bats don't kill.

However, he didn't like the little bat's insistence, the flying mammal was obviously the same guy as himself, but it had an inexplicable insistence, he didn't like it.

He likes to play schemingly, and of all his "playmates", his favorite is the flying mammal.

He likes to watch this guy break through his game as he expected, and then come and catch himself, well, he doesn't like to be beaten up after being caught.

He also likes to watch Batman's face when he feels anxious about his schemes, well, even though he'll always be that dead face.

He also likes to drive on the streets of Gotham in the middle of the night, followed by a string of police cars, and he is particularly intoxicated by the sound of sirens cutting through the night sky.

But he doesn't like this kind of boring turn-based game where you shoot me and I shoot you, it's so boring.

The group came a little earlier than he expected. Originally, according to his plan, this batch of high-purity laughing gas should have been on its way to his secret laboratory, and it will soon become clown laughing gas for clowns, bringing "smiles" to every citizen in this city.

And at the moment, the raw materials are constantly leaking out of a hole in the bowl on the tanker that houses the raw materials.

Well, the weather in Gotham today is breezy, and the wind is not too strong to be conducive to the spread of laughing gas, but he prefers to spread the joker laughing gas that he has completed.

The plan is frustrated, and things don't go according to their script, which makes the clown rarely lose his smile.

The clown was angry, and the harley quinn sitting next to him was watching this rare happening, although the corners of his mouth were still slightly upturned, although his eyes were still slightly curved. But Harley knew that MR J was getting angry in a rare way.

"Hallie"

"Of course, MR J"

The Joker was angry, and Harley happily received the order and moved from where she was hiding, aiming for the nearby car that was still working.

The gang came quickly, and seemed to know their details, and quickly formed an encirclement, the members of the Clown Gang who went out first were all lying on the ground, and the vehicles they had prepared were also used as covers, and Harley targeted the car in the far corner, which looked like it was still usable.

Harley Quinn's actions immediately attracted a large amount of firepower, and the clown quickly moved in the opposite direction by taking advantage of this opportunity.

Harley Quinn finally managed to get to the car with the help of the vehicle, the pillars, and some containers, and she climbed on, started and rushed out of the corner in one go, and rushed towards the guys who were firing wildly.

"This is a small gift for you!"

After pressing the accelerator to the bottom, Harley quickly opened the door and found a suitable position to jump out. The out-of-control car, like a ticking time bomb, rushed straight into the gang and then exploded violently. The distance was too close, and the nearby gangsters and Harley Harley Girl were affected by the impact and were thrown out.

The Joker took a look at the gap that Harley Girl had exchanged, and with satisfaction, he took out a few spherical bombs and threw them at the other side, blowing them up along with the Clowns who were fighting.

That's the clown.

The man who watched all this with a telescope not far away laughed at these crazy guys who adored the clown from the bottom of his heart. Everyone knows that there is no difference at all between a person who becomes a clown and an enemy who becomes a clown.

"Oh, that's fast."

The bomb thrown by the Joker is never just a bomb, just like Batman's darts are never just darts. The gas coming out of the explosion obscured most people's vision.

The Joker took advantage of the cover of these gases and began to think about running around the perimeter, which was what Jason wanted, so he detonated a pre-planted bomb to provide more cover for the Joker's escape route.

"Alright, hurry up and come out, let's have a long-awaited meeting... It's just you and me..."

The Joker wondered why there was a sudden explosion, but the sudden dust was perfect for him.

Taking advantage of the obstruction of his vision, the clown quickly climbed into a car, and then drove the broken car full of bullet holes towards the periphery.

"Hah.... Hahaha, you guys play slowly! ”

The Joker didn't care if Harley Quinn could escape, let alone the Clown minions, the only thing he could feel now was the excitement of escaping from a game of life and death. But his excitement didn't last long, the broken car hadn't been able to drive far away, a truck rushed out of the warehouse on the side, and the powerful impact slammed the small broken car directly into the opposite warehouse, and then gradually stopped.

When the car came to a stop, a man climbed off the deformed front of the truck. Step by step, he walked towards the deformed car in front of him.

As he approached the cab of the car, Red Hood stopped, judging all the possibilities of the Joker's actions.

Will he spray him with the liquid from that flower on his chest the moment he pulls open the door himself? Or will a gun be put to his head? Or is it possible to do something with hands and feet already out of this car? Of course, this is too unlikely!

Eventually, Red Hood pulled open the door, and everything he had expected had happened, and the impact had left the Joker unconscious in the cab.

This guy does have extraordinary luck to be reloaded from the side like this and still be alive.

"But alas, your good luck ends here, Joker"

Red Hood pulls out his beloved gun and puts it at the Joker's head, and as soon as he shoots, Gotham's most troublesome guy will disappear completely.

He never understood why Batman didn't do that, and it was simple, wasn't it? As long as the gun is fired, no one will ever fall victim to this madman again.

Gently pull the safety valve, now all he has to do is pull the trigger.

Anything favored by the devil, what immortal body, it's all, as long as he shoots this crazy guy will die instantly, he will make up for a few shots in this guy's head and heart, make sure he is completely smoked before leaving.

People are really, very vulnerable, no matter how strong they are, as long as they find an opportunity, they can easily kill him. Jason is, Bruce is, Clark is, and of course the Joker is no exception.

"It's fragile madness...."