In the chaotic night, the Winged Knight finally got into the troubled waters.

However, his target was limited to the ghetto, the sphere of activity of Rodney Spirman, known as the "Torchbearer".

During the night, several buddies who used to mix well with Rodney were attacked by the Winged Knights. But no matter how intimidating and intimidating he was, no one knew any clues about Rodney's whereabouts.

But almost everyone here knows that the "Torchbearer" has been recruited by a gang of ruthless characters with whom he has some connections, at least in the eyes of the street thugs, and appears to have formed a group similar to the "Clown Fan Club", which has recently become quite famous in the small circles of the ghetto. But when asked where they went, none of them could answer.

The night was still long, but Roy had to interrupt him from a new accident to follow the trail.

He beat up another group of thugs, and was repeating the question he had already asked many times, when Barbara's voice came from the headphones hidden in his helmet.

Roy grabbed the collar of the frightened young man in front of him with one hand, and pressed the earphone with the other hand and said, "What are you doing?" I'm busy. ”

Barbara said in a hurried tone: "Emergency, live TV." I'm going to cut the live feed to your screen now. ”

Roy tossed the young man aside and turned on the projection screen on his wrist. The guy beckoned his companions to flee as if he had been amnestied.

Roy didn't look back, not glancing at the guys at all. His screen is now redirected to the Gotham City channel, with a ridiculously drawn clown face appearing in the center of the frame.

His face takes up most of the camera, and it's impossible to see what's behind him to tell where he is.

"It's the doctor." Barbara said, "I've just used facial recognition software to identify it. ”

Now this one appears on TV, it is the "Painless Dentistry", the perverted doctor who abused and tortured his patients to death.

The doctor coughed twice and said, "To all the dedicated police officers in Gotham City, and to the simple citizens." I'm sorry to disturb you at this late hour, but we have a special late-night sacrifice and it's going to be a big time, so I feel obligated to inform everyone in Gotham City and get everyone involved in this big event. ”

"Oh, there's good news. These guys aren't very clever at the camera, at least not as clever as the clowns, and I think their TV feeds can be tracked. Barbara said.

"Did you track the signal?" Roy asked.

"Still trying." "But it will take a little bit more time to get there." ”

"Keep up the good work." Roy said.

The doctor continued: "First of all, you must be wondering, who are we? Then remember, we are the Smile League and we are the most active responders to Mr. Joker! ”

"Then you're going to ask, 'What do you want?'"

"It's easier! Tonight at midnight, at the most sacred and solemn place, we will launch a grand memorial service to the ten glorious chosen ones to the great clown! ”

Barbara exclaimed, "Oh, does that mean they took ten hostages?" That's not really good news. ”

Roy asked, "How's the positioning?" ”

"I'm not going to get to the last point! Sister, what a hell! ”

Roy heard Barbara's excited screams from the headphones, and his voice was full of depression.

"What's wrong?"

"The server is busy," Barbara's voice was full of frustration.

At this point, the signal ends after the Doctor has finished his speech and arrogantly leaves a defiant declaration to Batman and the Gotham Police Department.

"I'm sorry, I" Barbara's voice was full of apologies.

No matter how powerful a master is, there is nothing he can do when he encounters such an unexpected situation at this critical moment. If she's doing logistics in a Batcave, with the top-of-the-line equipment Batman provides, Barbara will never have this kind of problem. Unfortunately, she is now in her own apartment, using her own personal computer.

Roy said, "Don't panic, we still have an hour before midnight." I'll go back to you right now and see if I can come up with a solution. ”

On the other side of the city, as Batman is speeding through the streets in his Batmobile, Alfred, his current logistics butler, also cuts the live TV footage to the small screen of his Batmobile.

After the provocative messages of the Smile League ended, Alfred's face reappeared on the small screen. He asked, "Sir?" What are you going to do? ”

"I'm busy right now, I'm on my way to the scene of another recent hostage-taking." Batman said, "The rest of the time is not for me to find out where the Smile League is and get him." What else do we have? ”

"Master Dick is in Bloomhaven, and Master Tim seems to be busy with his superhero group activities, and they are not in Gotham." "In that case, we're left with one last helper." ”

"Then leave it to him." Batman said, "He can handle it." ”

At the end of the call, the Batmobile arrived at the scene.

The mall is surrounded by police cars, and SWAT officers are fully armed and ready to rush in. Detective Harvey Bullock, who was in charge of the scene, looked up with his big belly in his mouth with a cigar in his mouth, and a negotiator next to him was trying to communicate with the criminals inside on the phone.

"How's it going?"

Batman, as always, quietly appeared behind Detective Bullock, and his voice-changing voice was still so low that Detective Bullock almost turned around and pulled out his gun in fright.

"It's you again! Can you remind me before you come once in a while? ”

Bullock sighed, knowing that this kind of problem could only be regarded as a complaint. He turned around, held his hat in one hand, and said, "There are two criminals in it, two crazy criminals, two hostages." They had guns and threatened to tear up the tickets if we didn't do what they wanted. ”

Batman asked coldly, "What request?" ”

Detective Bullock smiled weakly: "These two madmen asked for a direct conversation with the president, and asked the president to agree to print the clown's face on the next round of bills."

Batman was expressionless: "Keep dragging him down, I'll take care of it." ”

The Gotham Police Department, Chief Gordon is also very busy. He'd been thinking this way since he became sheriff, but now it's more intense than ever, and that's a serious shortage of manpower.

Gotham is such a city, no matter how many police forces you have in your hands, you will feel that there is a serious shortage of people.

The phone rang, and he saw a fairly familiar number.

"Roy? You'd better bring me some good news, I've heard too much bad news tonight. Gordon said tiredly.

"Then I'm glad I might have some good news for you." "I think I might have just discovered the exact location of the crime that the 'Smile League' foretold. ”

"Oh?" Gordon's spirits lifted, "We still have half an hour, maybe it's still too late." Where is it? ”

"Gotham Police Department." Roy said.