Gotham Police Department.

Although it is said that it has been the first time that he has been defeated by the clown, frustration can never be accustomed. The atmosphere in the police station is quite solemn, although the police are busy as usual, but it is obviously different from the previous situation.

Director Gordon has enlisted members of the Clown Task Force, who have survived to this day, to analyze the case.

"The autopsy results and the test results for that cigarette butt are out." As Gordon spoke, each officer picked up the materials in their hands, "The cause of death was confirmed to be nicotine poisoning." As Batman said, the amount of nicotine detected in the cigarette butt is enough to kill a cow. And the pack of cigarettes found in the pocket of Mr. Mayor's trousers, all the remaining cigarettes contained the same amount of nicotine. There is no doubt that Mr. Mayor's cigarettes were mixed by a clown. ”

Roy interjected, "We can do a look at all the people that Mr. Mayor has met recently, and analyze all the people who might be the clown's comrades, and all the people who might have had the opportunity to exchange his cigarettes, maybe we can find out." ”

Gordon nodded: "I'll arrange for someone to check right away." ”

Then Roy didn't say a word. He silently listened to all the investigators present to express their opinions, most of which were not nutritious, and some of them had no feasible plans and investigation directions. After sitting for less than half a minute, he could already see that the members of the so-called "veteran clown task force" still knew almost nothing about clowns, and no matter how many times they encountered this enemy, they would feel like they couldn't find out.

While the discussion was in full swing, the incident had quietly developed further.

An old-fashioned motorcycle pulls up to the door of the Gotham Police Department headquarters. The driver was a chubby man dressed in the uniform of an employee of a well-known pizza house in Gotham, with packed bundles of pizza boxes fixed in the back seat. The man walked into the police station with a pack of pizza.

Of course, the policeman on duty stopped him.

"What for?"

"Please, man, isn't that obvious?" The man delivering the pizza pointed to the company badge on his clothes and said, "Pizza delivery." ”

The policeman on duty said: "It's a coincidence, buddy, today is a very moment. You've watched the news too, right? The clown is still at large, and the police station is now very strictly guarded, and no one is allowed to enter, not even the family members of the police officers. ”

"Hey, please, don't do that." The man said with a sad face, "You know, if my goods don't arrive, the boss will have to eat me alive!" ”

"Nope." The policeman on duty said solemnly.

"Please! There won't be any problems! The man said, his voice lowered, "I happen to have an extra piece of pizza here, I guess you must have missed lunch when you're so busy, right?" ”

The officer on duty changed his mind a little when he smelled the pizza and connected to his gurgling stomach.

This pizza house is well-known in Gotham, and as the delivery guy said, they are too busy to even have breakfast.

It's just a delivery guy, and it doesn't look like there's anything suspicious. Shouldn't there be any problems, right?

Out of an abundance of caution, the officer said, "Then you should always have a client name, right?" Tell me which officer ordered the pizza, and I asked him to pick it up. ”

The man suddenly smiled: "Thank you so much!" What a help! You're such a nice guy! All you have to do is bring me Officer Owens Henry again, and he'll sign and pay for it, and I'll be done. ”

"Okay, you wait a minute."

A few minutes later, Officer Owens came to pay and get his pizza. The delivery man went out in high spirits.

Roy was in the director's office, silently listening to the heated discussion of the crowd, when he suddenly inadvertently looked through the window at Officer Owens, who was carefully carrying a pizza box and sitting in the most unobtrusive corner, intending to secretly eat lunch - because most people are busy with work and have no time to rest, it is quite hateful for you to secretly eat takeout alone.

His gaze as sharp as a knife made him find a trace of something strange in this fleeting kung fu.

The packaging of the pizza box made him instantly recognize which pizza house it was, and Barbara had recommended it to him, and the two of them had eaten it more than once when they ordered takeout. The bundle on the package seems to be tied with a bow with a purple ribbon.

Roy remembers that the pizza house usually used red or orange ribbons for packaging, and sometimes white, but never purple.

And judging from the experience of how many times they have ordered takeout, there has not been a single pizza with a bow on the package.

Barely needing time to verify whether his suspicions were correct, he didn't even want to kick the door out of the office in amazement, and rushed straight towards Officer Owens, shouting, "Don't tear it down!" ”

But it was too late. The dazed-looking officer had already unwrapped the pizza and lifted the paper lid. Suddenly, the green smoke swallowed everything in the room. The gas spreads incredibly fast and is so pervasive that a crack in the door can be drilled in an instant. All the offices, the halls, the entire GCPD building were swallowed up by a sea of green. The officers choked and coughed, and one by one they fell to the ground, seemingly unconscious.

Carelessly, Roy also fell to the ground, barely keeping his consciousness awake.

A large khaki bus stopped at the entrance of the police station. A clown in a purple suit, with a face as white as if it had been painted by a wall paint, and an exaggerated smile jumped out of the car, kicked open the door and entered the lobby of the GCPD.

Glancing at all the police officers who had been poisoned to the ground, he whistled in satisfaction, jumped to the central desk, kicked the computer on the table, and shouted as he looked at it: "Excuse me! Can anyone show me the way? I wonder where the Director's office is! ”

Of course, no one is likely to respond.

But then he said, "Oh! Thank you! No, I think I found it! Ha, you Gotham people are really unfriendly, and no one cares if you ask for directions. ”

As he spoke, he jumped off the table, kicked open the door of the director's office, and swaggered around.

Gordon gritted his teeth, braced himself to get up, and reached for the holster at his waist with one hand.

But the clown stepped on his back and trampled him back to the ground, and pulled the gun from his waist, and leaned into his ear and said, "Old Jim, old Jim, I've always admired your perseverance, really!" Look, so many guys are so poisoned, but you still want to pull out a gun and kill me! Ha ha! ”

"Seriously, old Jim, I understand your feelings." The Joker lay down in front of Gordon and faced him and said, "You see, I killed hundreds of of your men, and Barbara, whom I gave you, was in a wheelchair - I am now very sorry and puzzled why she didn't hang up." I tried my best to tease and toss you, so to speak, if I were you, I would really hate this madman, don't you say? ”

Gordon gritted his teeth, trying to keep what was left, glaring at the ugly face that was close at hand.

Surprisingly, the Joker actually handed the gun back into Gordon's hands.

The clown just lay down in front of Gordon, face to face, just a few centimeters away. The Joker even pinched Gordon's wrist and made him hold the gun to his head.

"So, I, who am so understanding, have decided to give you a chance." The clown said.

Gordon was stunned, but he couldn't pass up such a great opportunity. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

However, there was a shriveled "click" from the gun, and there were no bullets.

The clown pulled the pistol from Gordon's hand, stood up and laughed maniacally.

"I'm sorry, that's funny! James, you're so old and confused, you even forgot how to use the gun. But it's okay, let Uncle J show you again. ”

After saying that, he stuffed two bullets into it, and shot a deranged police officer on the side. The bullet pierced the skull, killing the officer instantly.

"No!" Gordon roared as hard as he could.

"Isn't it easy? What the? You said it was too fast and didn't learn it yet? It's okay, Uncle J is the most patient, I can show you again" He pointed his gun at the next sleeping officer.

"Your farce is over, Joker."

A voice came from behind him, and as soon as the clown turned to look at the source of the sound, Roy's fist had already landed on the clown's face.