Humiliate!

Huge humiliation!

The dignified clown, from his debut to the present, has never been so humiliated.

He was belittled in words and in every way to worthlessness.

From the most stylish criminal in Gotham City, to a fool who messes around with his immortal body.

This thing must not be endured!

The clown lunged at the white night, his body still hovering in front of him.

Despite his near-immortal abilities, the Joker's personal combat abilities have not been greatly improved.

It's still the average of the fan group - less than the top, more than the bottom.

As Hakuya said, what the clown is good at has never been in terms of personal combat effectiveness.

was caught in his sleeve, and the clown couldn't move.

Bai Ye's eyes became more and more disappointed when he looked at him: "You actually rushed at me in annoyance? As for the props on you, even if they are only at the level of mischief, using them is more useful than if you pounced on yourself. ”

"Did the negative effects of immortality make your IQ go negative?"

"Or is it that the price of resurrection is to be a shitty fool."

"Ahh

The clown roared, and the clown's face looked hideous.

"Actually, in all fairness, your crime level is above the standard so far." Bai Ye said, "A series of actions are also 'reasonable', maybe I overestimated you from the beginning. The biggest reason why you can mix well is because your opponents are a bunch of superheroes. ”

"Their kindness is too easy to take advantage of."

"When you meet a non-hero, you are weak, such as Talia who knocked you out with one shot."

"Alright, now, let me study your immortal body a little. Your mind really has no value. ”

The clown's body trembled a little, and under his sleeves, he could only tremble like this.

After thoroughly determining that the clown had no additional special value, Hakuya had no interest in even letting him speak.

Simply go further, and even the "mouthpiece" of the clown is directly suppressed.

Raising the clown's right hand, pinching one of his fingers, there was a crisp "clatter", and Bai Ye broke it, and then tore off his little finger.

"The few" blood flowed from the wound.

The clown stared at the white night like a mad beast.

Unfortunately, the deterrent effect is not as good as the appearance of a regular clown laughing wildly.

At the wound, a "thin film" quickly formed, but it did not have the excellent recovery power just now.

There are no tiny granulations that grow wildly and reform a finger.

Membrane hemostasis, it seems to be the limit?

Bai Ye frowned slightly, looking at the severed finger in his hand, the faint air flow surging between his fingers.

The flesh on it was sliced away repeatedly, until only the white phalanges remained.

Enveloped in a pale blood-colored film, it gradually grew, and new flesh began to form.

"Interesting."

Bai Ye laughed, "Have you studied yourself?" Judging from the current situation, your immortal body, powerful recovery power, comes from your bones. ”

After waiting for a moment and not getting an answer, Bai Ye glanced at the clown and released his ability to speak.

"I'll tear you apart little by little! Then sprinkle it down the sewers of Gotham! ”

It's a pity that what I got was not the answer that Bai Ye wanted.

"This kind of threat has been done by crocodile killers in the past, and even the scarecrow disdains to do it." Bai Ye said, "You are really depraved, and the force has completely fallen off. ”

Didn't wait for the clown to continue to say anything.

Bai Ye raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh, Batman is here, it seems that the people you arranged have been solved by him, don't be in a hurry to be happy, now I won't put you in his hands, let's go, ugly, let's change places." ”

As soon as the words fell, the two disappeared on the stage of their debut.

Less than three seconds later, Batman broke down the door.

The helmet is fully enclosed to prevent the laughing gas that has not completely dissipated from invading the body and causing an impact.

Batman glanced at the scene, and the information that came back was all corpses.

The Gotham iron-headed babies present are no longer iron-headed.

In addition to these viewers and the host, the corpse near the wreckage of the camera is not the identity of a good citizen.

Batman scans for nearby pistols.

The real clown who was lured out, and the white night is nowhere to be found.

Without thinking about the safety and whereabouts of these two people, he stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on his ear, and Batman said, "Ah Fu." ”

"Yes, sir." The old butler's voice came, full of energy.

"Chinese Basic Martial Arts", "Xuanxin Mystery" and some health pills.

Let this old butler regain a second spring.

With Trading Cabinet, "I really want to live another 500 years" is no longer an empty phrase.

"Go to the Trading Pavilion and buy 122 life-saving pills that save your life for a thousand, or something like that." Batman said.

"There is not so much value on the card, and it is a little difficult to mobilize funds."

Alfred reminded.

A few days ago, Batman had spent tens of thousands of dollars to buy materials in front of the White Night.

"Go and borrow some from the Alliance, in order to save people, Diana they will understand." Batman said.

"Yes, sir." The old butler said.

Batman can't be like White Night, completely ignoring the lives of these iron-headed babies.

If it was just an accident, or the criminal actions of some madman, that led to the death of these people.

Batman wasn't going to spend a fortune to save these people.

He is a dark knight, not a good angel.

Even the good angel Superman can't do it - he doesn't have that much "money".

However, there is something special about this matter, which originated from White Night and his fake clown plan.

The cause of death was a head iron and death was true, but Batman still felt that he had to take some responsibility.

It is important to save people, whether it is Ah Fu or the Justice League, they are very efficient.

About fifteen minutes later, the Bat fighter flew past the top of the building, and a cylindrical "storage box" fell and "nailed" to the roof.

Batman opened it, and inside was a thousand life-saving pills, as well as white bone muscle-building pills.

All of them are extremely best-selling products in the Trading Cabinet.

Of course, the matter of saving people does not need to be fed by Batman one after another, and Gordon arrived with the police officers.

Start saving people.

All kinds of screams rang out in the studio.

"It's better to have only one thing like this." Gordon said with a serious expression, not only referring to the disaster in the studio, but also talking about the current act of saving people.

"Yes."

Batman nodded, "We are mortals, and we can't manipulate other people's lives. ”

If White Night were here, he would definitely complain that Batman still thinks he is a mortal.

You're going to be a five-five DC, down to Gotham thugs, kryptonite plug-ins to the account, and up to Keseid, and you can fight a dozen of them.

Brush the Apocalypse Star or something, and you're embarrassed to say that you're a mortal?