Silence, deathly silence.

The television still shows the tragic death of Douglas, his face distorted by pain that almost makes the hearts of those who see it stagnate in the heart. This is followed by the sound of metal striking iron rods being thrown on the ground, and a man walks over and picks up the camera that has been placed on the ground, and the lens is raised to bring the clown back into the frame.

The clown glanced at the ground in disgust, grabbed his hair with both hands, and said to the person on camera, "What have you done!" I'm talking about letting this botched imitator die a painful death, not having you beat him to minced meat. ”

The videographer's voice was processed with a voice changer to sound mechanical: "Is there a difference?" ”

"The difference is – it makes me even happier! Hahaha......" The clown laughed maniacally and kept kicking something on the ground, and although the camera didn't catch the picture, everyone knew what it was - Douglas's body.

The Joker put his face in front of the camera, still with a crazy smile on his face: "Batman, this person died because of you."

If it weren't for you, our poor Douglas would have been an ordinary citizen, and would not have chosen to be a hero.

Do you guys think Batman's appearance has changed Gotham for the better?

Douglas is his masterpiece, and he wants to make Gotham a better place - that will only get more innocent people involved in the maelstrom and die senselessly. ”

The Joker licked his lips and announced a big deal with an expression: "Someone knows Batman's true identity, but that person won't tell me." He said that if the answer was known, the game would not be fun.

I've got a lot of *,* all over the city in Gotham, so it's possible that one second you're asleep in your own house, and the next you're blown up.

Don't expect the Gotham Police Department gang to find out all of them, because there are so many of them that I don't even know the exact number or location.

After introducing the background of the game, now the game begins: kill Batman, shoot, slash, gassine, whatever the method, as long as you can kill Batman, these* will never explode - remember that it is Batman, not someone else.

The game lasts for a month, and every day* that passes* will be detonated, and it is estimated that in less than a month Gotham will be a puddle of ruins.

Citizens of Gotham, go kill Batman and protect your home with your own hands! ”

The TV screen switched to the studio, and the beads of sweat on the night news host's face were already clearly visible, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it, and continued to broadcast the news tremblingly: "Now broadcast the first news:

It was confirmed by our reporter that Gotham City Police Chief James Gordon had been killed, and the murderer was Mr. Joker. ”

Gotham City at this time the people watching TV were stunned, this news brought them a bigger impact than the previous one, Gotham City's justice pioneer James Gordon actually died like this - isn't this an April Fool's joke?

This passage of the host caused Gotham City, which was boiling because of the Joker's declaration of terror, to fall into a brief silence. A middle-aged man eating in a restaurant, an office worker in a small bar, a family in an apartment (no minors present), a homeless man in front of the glass window of an electrical appliance store, all the people in front of the TV in Gotham City put down their things and watched the TV quietly.

Then a picture appeared on the television screen: a man sitting on the ground against a wall, his hair dyed green, his face painted in the shape of a terrifying clown, his white suit stained red with blood, and his limbs broken with guns — it was James Gordon. (Remember Norman Stanfield in the world of "This Killer Is Not Too Cold"?) ）

"Oh my God!"

"It can't be!"

"Jim! (James' short name) No! This is not true! "This is Barbara, the wife of Director Gordon, who looked at the picture of Gordon on TV and covered her mouth to keep herself from crying.

Ramirez, a policewoman specially sent by the Gotham Police Department to protect Chief Gordon's family, patted Barbara on the shoulder comfortingly and handed Barbara a box of drawer papers. Ramirez has a lot of respect for Gordon as a boss, and she is angry when she suddenly learns of his death, but she can't be emotional in front of Gordon's family, which will further irritate them.

"Although Jim is injured in the picture, he may not really be killed as he says on TV."

Ramirez's words were not reasonable to think about, but in the ears of Barbara, who was already desperate, a false hope was ignited in her heart to deceive or comfort herself.

The TV began to play another video of the emaciated James Gordon being strapped to an operating table, and looking at him, he must have suffered a lot.

The cameraman said, "What's your name?" Say your name! ”

When Director Gordon heard this, his expression became terrified, but he still said his name very quickly: "James Gordon." ”

In Wayne Villa in Gotham City, Batman Bruce Wayne, who saw this scene, clenched his fists, Rachel Dawes saw him like this, stretched out his hand, shook Bruce Wayne's fist and said, "It's not your fault!" ”

"I'm sorry, Gordon." Bruce Wayne could only regretfully close his eyes and not allow himself to see Gordon's death again.

"Master Wayne, do you need me to turn off the TV?" Alfred, the butler standing aside, asked Batman out loud.

Bruce Wayne opened his eyes, stared at the TV screen and said, "No! Ah Fu, turn up the sound of the TV a little louder. ”

"Okay, Master Wayne."

On television, the person who shot the video was pleased with Director Gordon's answer, saying, "Who are you?" Well, I mean what's your profession? ”

Director Gordon hurriedly replied, biting his tongue because he was too flustered, and said, "I'm a police officer, the chief of the Gotham City Police Department." ”

"O Chief of Police! Haha, in a place like Gotham City, with your different character, you can successfully become the police chief without being killed by the gangsters, it's really amazing! The person on camera sighed sincerely, his words were full of admiration for Director Gordon's cleanliness, and at the same time, he also ridiculed the corrupt system in the Gotan municipal and police circles.

Director Gordon didn't answer the man's words, his bloodshot eyes looked at the camera in horror, and Barbara, who was sitting at home, covered her mouth with a tissue to keep herself from crying.

The cameraman said, "If you have anything to say, just say it!" ”

Director Gordon thought for a moment and said, "Barbara, take care of the kids. Also, I love you. ”

Barbara, who was completely devastated, instead stopped crying, put the drawer on the table with a calm face, got up and said to Ramirez, "I'm going to see the kids." ”

Then he turned around and went to the children's room, where the children were already listening to the TV news and were hugging each other in pain. Barbara took the children into her arms and tears flowed down her eyes.

On TV, the video has ended, Ramirez's hands are clasped together, and he secretly prays: "Gordon, don't have an accident!" Don't get into trouble! ”

But it backfired, but a second photograph on television erased that hope—Gordon, dressed in clown makeup, had his head twisted off and slumped feebly over his shoulders, and the words "Why so sorious?" were said in blood on the wall next to him, "Why so sorious?" ”。

The TV screen cuts back to the studio, and the sweaty male host is gone, replaced by a man wearing a fully enclosed helmet with no goggles on the front, only a relief of seven eyes, and a crack cuts through it.

"My name is Deadpool, you can call me Deathbell." (actually Emperor Penguin) Knell said in a calm tone without much change in tone (the so-called announcer): "I announce that my men will take over Gotham for the next month, and I ask the citizens not to resist violently, because we will really shoot." ”

The citizens of Gotham, who had not yet recovered from Gordon's death, were once again in a state of flux, and their nerves were stimulated too much in a short period of time, so they only felt amused by Emperor Penguin's words

- What qualifications do you have to declare Gotham yours with just a few people and a few guns? None of the ninja masters a year ago dared to say that.

Emperor Penguin continued to say solemnly: "Here, on behalf of the Footbasin Cabinet Government and the Self-Defense Forces, I officially issue a notice to the United States that Gotham has been an inalienable territory of my Footbasin Empire since ancient times, and after World War II, the United States imperialists signed an unequal treaty with the Footbasin under the condition of coercion by force and protection from other victorious countries. The signing of the treaty was an unprecedented crisis for the Yamato nation, colonial education corrupted the values and social outlook of the people of the footbasin, and the treaty increased the export of capital to the footbasin by US imperialism. ”

Footbasin - that little brother after World War II, an existence with the same status as a pet dog, who can only wag his tail and beg for mercy in front of the United States? No kidding! During the Global Leaders Summit, when the neon prime minister shook hands with the president of the United States imperialism, he was on his knees, and he just wanted to give his knees, and immediately knelt on the ground and bowed three times and nine times to show respect.

"In order to demonstrate our determination to recapture Gotham, the Bigfoot Basin Empire will bomb the territory of the United States at twelve o'clock tomorrow noon." The emperor penguin lifted his hand and pulled off his sleeve, wanting to see the time. But alas, his wrists were slippery—he had no habit of wearing a watch, so the emperor penguin pulled down his sleeves and said, "Count the time yourself, get ready!" Gotham. ”

The TV station where the emperor penguin is located.

A group of bearded men with rifles took control of all the staff of the TV station, allowing them to carry out their work at their respective posts. Without the "help" of these professionals, Emperor Penguin's "declaration of war" would simply not have been successfully published.