For The_Bruce, tonight's ritual was not a "game" at all, it was just an "execution".

Every year, he and his army secretly arrest several people who oppose bats or are disloyal to the "faith." Then, with the help of Dr. Clipper's technology, transform them into supercriminals. Then, on the night of December 21, he released the men for this so-called chase game.

On the surface, everyone has a chance to win. As long as the "thugs" can kill The_Bruce, they will be free; Civilians can kill any of the villains to get a chance to challenge the King of Gotham and take his place.

But actually...... All of them are under the control of the The_Bruce. The "thugs" have used their means of transportation; Their brains are a mess with chips; Their movements are constantly under surveillance; And the weapons that were issued to them were all just one bullet......

In all those years, no one had even been able to escape from transportation. The reason is simple: they simply cannot break free from their seat belts or other restraints without the help of tools or outside forces. All they can do is drive through the city in a state of confusion and die in a car accident or The_Bruce pursuit.

Only in rare cases will the "thugs" be killed by armed citizens. Once that happens, The_Bruce will keep their promise and go head-to-head with the challenger. 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 over the years. Victory or defeat - self-evident.

So, to put it bluntly...... The annual "ceremony" is actually a blood sacrifice with strong religious overtones.

In order to give catharsis and firm faith to those who are tormented by tyranny and poverty; In order for them to appreciate the power and benevolence of bats; To remind them how horrible life is in the days without bats...... This ritual will continue forever.

"Gordon, I'll rest for fifteen minutes after I finish the Two-Face. Let Robin locate the coordinates of Harley and Poison Ivy in preparation for the next kill. In the process of controlling the plane to fly to Xiao Si, The_Bruce was already planning his next move.

"Uh...... About this. Gordon's voice rang out from across the intercom, and he seemed slurred, "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...... Out of nowhere, she got her hands on a cold weapon and used it to destroy all the moving cameras that tried to get close to her, and to blow up two of our hoverships...... I can only order all units not to approach her for the time being. ”

"What did you say?" Bruce couldn't believe his ears (there is no Justice League setting in this separate parallel universe), "Are you crazy? Is she an alien? He drank a little irritatedly, "Forget it...... I'll talk about it when I get rid of the two-faced man and come back. With that, Bruce cut off the communication, as his batplane was already in the vicinity of Two-Face's runaway aircraft.

"Do you have faith?" Bruce turned on the plane's radio function, hovered in mid-air, and shouted to the civilians below.

"We have!" "Sing the praises of bats!" "Loyal to the bat!" "Long live the bat god!" The crowd below erupted in a tsunami-like response.

"Okay, then...... I'm going to give it to you - two-faced! Bruce said, steering the batplane, aiming at the disc that was flipping in the sky, and speeding over......

At this moment, Xiao Si's hands and feet were still fixed to the aircraft, and even if the disc was repeatedly turned, he couldn't fall down. In the repeated high-speed dumping that was not under his control, Xiao Si was already dizzy, and it was good if he didn't spit it out. In the face of the oncoming planes, he was almost in a desperate situation.

"Hmph...... Easy. Two seconds before he hit his target, a smug sneer appeared on Bruce's lips.

Unexpectedly......

Bang - a loud bang.

A red figure descended from the sky, like a crimson missile, and fell straight into the bow of the batplane.

"What are you kidding......" The_Bruce's face showed a rare look of surprise. For through the glass of the hatch, he saw a man, a clown.

A few days ago, this "clown" was still lying in the real yàn room of the bat castle, receiving the manault surgery with a look of horror. But at this moment, it was as if he had become a different person...... In the gale, he stood majestically on the canopy, with a crazy smile on his face.

Bruce's shock didn't last long, though. The emperor who has been able to rule Gotham for so many years is by no means an idle person. In less than two seconds, The_Bruce came to his senses, grabbed the joystick in front of him, stabilized the fuselage tilted by the impact, and immediately activated the weapon device.

Squeak-squeak-two machine guns poked out of the wings of the engine room in response, locking onto a target that was close at hand.

"Looks like I'm going to have to get rid of you first......" The_Bruce is a character who is unfazed and ruthless, and he is not afraid at all after this mutation, which is difficult to explain scientifically, "Huh...... Anyway, the rabble down there had been waiting impatiently. ”

He thought that as long as the machine gun suddenly broke out, he could get rid of the "clown" in front of him, but ......

Just as Bruce's finger was about to press the fire button, Feng unconsciously slammed his palm through the batplane's canopy and poked his upper body into the cockpit.

"Ahem—" The next second, a powerful hand grabbed Bruce's throat, and he could only utter a short syllable before he could speak.

"Hi, bat." Feng Bujue smiled like a mentally ill person, in every sense, he imitated it very well, "The game has just begun, why rush?" As he spoke, he grabbed the The_Bruce out of the cabin.

"You...... Be...... What......" Bruce raised his hands and grabbed Feng Bujue's wrist violently, so that the pressure on his neck was lightened, and he squeezed out such a sentence.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Who knows? Feng Bujue replied with a smile, and then, with a throw of his hand, he threw the King of Gotham off the plane.

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

In the sky, there was a maniacal laughter...... RS