At night, the stars shine brightly.

In a narrow, dark aisle, there is an iron cage that looks like a large shipping container.

It's better to call it an iron prison than an iron cage.

Because in this iron cage, ten poor little girls are imprisoned in it.

The eerie thick chains clasped the door of the iron cage, as if permeated with the word despair.

Near the iron cage, eight armed gangsters armed with guns were guarded.

The commander of these eight armed criminals is the famous Gotham City, the supervillain on the same level as Batman-Joker.

Joker, just his code name. As for his real name, I'm afraid that no one knows it except himself.

The Joker is a household name in Gotham City in part because of his repeated crimes, often for some of the most egregious crimes, but no one has ever been able to actually put him in jail.

Even Batman, who scared the criminals of Gotham City, has not succeeded in capturing him so far.

The word "unpunished" is a perfect way to describe this master of crime, nicknamed the Joker.

On the other hand, it is because clowns never commit crimes for worldly money, but more for testing human nature.

However, human nature in the true sense of the word has never stood the test.

Perhaps for a very small number of citizens, the splendor of humanity buried deep in their hearts is still well preserved.

However, once the test is extended to all the citizens of Gotham City, the so-called humanity will hardly stand the test.

At least that's what the Joker always thinks.

At this moment, the clown is holding a black pistol, pacing leisurely in front of the iron cage, looking at him, it seems that he is waiting for someone to arrive.

Gradually, the number of citizens in front of the narrow aisle increased.

From a few at the beginning, to dozens later, to hundreds now.

Hundreds of mediocre and cowardly citizens gathered in front of the criminals as if nothing had happened, watching the live broadcast of the case that was about to appear on the news channel.

Even a considerable number of people have quickly uploaded the real-time case in front of them to the Internet in the United States through mobile phone filming and networking functions, with the help of Facebook and other social software.

The lives of ten innocent little girls are at stake, and in today's information society with a developed media industry, it is enough to be called a large-scale case from any point of view.

A young female reporter in her twenties saw that the clown had been pacing back and forth slowly, while the other eight lackeys were standing in place with guns in the posture of soldiers, and immediately deduced that he had obviously some special plan.

In fact, anyone with a slightly clearer analytical skills will be able to deduce this.

The only difference is whether or not the inferred person has followed up on the actual action after deducing this.

Although this female reporter is eager for quick success, she is indeed quite bold.

I saw her grit her teeth fiercely, clutched the microphone tightly and walked towards the clown a few meters away.

When she first took her first steps, her heart was beating faster and more frequently. Fortunately, slowly, the heart rate decreases by one point for each meter approached.

When she came to the clown face to face, she suddenly realized that things were not so difficult, not as bad as she imagined.

"Mr. Clown, what do you want to do?"

The female reporter took a deep breath and, stimulated by adrenaline, mustered up the courage to ask such a question that all the reporters present wanted to ask.

After asking, he quickly raised his right hand and raised the microphone to the clown's torn lip covered in ruddy paint.

The clown didn't answer her question directly, but laughed first, and laughed rather eerily, so that the creepy feeling instantly spread to every inch of her body.

straightened up his messy long hair in front of the camera, and then grinned a little, and then officially began to answer.

"Before answering this question, I would like to first express my admiration to the female journalist next to me." As he spoke, the clown raised his arm and pointed the muzzle of the black hole pistol at the female reporter's eyebrows, "As far as I can see, there are more than a dozen reporters at the scene. And among the dozen or so reporters, she was the only female warrior who had the courage to interview me head-on. ”

The barrel of the gun is on his eyebrows, and the gun bearer is still a moody, psychopathic super criminal, no matter how strong the psychological quality of Rao is female reporter, at this time, beads of sweat are oozing from her temples, her bones are cold and her hair is erect, and her face is like ashes.

Suddenly, she realized vaguely that she had made the wrong decision.

"Ahem," the Joker cleared his throat, twisted his neck again, and finally smiled wickedly at the camera, "Batman, I'm waiting for you here." ”

As the words fell, the clown pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A metal bullet with tremendous penetrating power erupted rapidly from the chamber of the gun.

Sparks flew and burned the female reporter's eyebrows.

The bullet went straight in and pierced the female reporter's brain.

With a pop, the female reporter fell to the ground, and her singing and crying career as a journalist came to an end.

The hundreds of citizens gathered in front saw a female reporter in the prime of her youth brutally shot by a clown in broad daylight, and no longer believed in the ridiculous common sense that more people are safe.

They are in a mess, looking for a suitable and safe escape route, hoping to get out of this land as soon as possible.

In front of the wide aisle, the time became chaotic.

After about a minute, the crowd that had just been rubbing shoulders became empty and quiet.

In addition to the scattered bold citizens, there were several other reporters and filmmakers who remained at the scene.

Hundreds of people, within a minute of witnessing the shooting of a female journalist, did not dare to publicly protest or express their anger and spurt.

On the contrary, he fled the scene early to defend the value of his life.

In an inadvertent moment, the Joker has won this first battle.

A few minutes later, the eight police cars closest to the scene of the crime finally arrived late.

The police team led by Chief Gordon, although the operation was very efficient, was still a step late.

A young woman's life had been cut off this narrow and cold road minutes earlier.

"Hand over the hostages, disarm and surrender!!"

"Hand over the hostages, disarm and surrender!!"

"Hand over the hostages, disarm and surrender!!"

The officers pulled out their rifles, submachine guns, and shotguns. Play. The gun, with a serious expression, clinged to the side of the police car, assumed a well-trained combat posture, and confronted the armed criminals not far away.

Forty officers are ready to go, just waiting for Chief Gordon, who is in control of the situation, to give the next order.

The eight criminals were ready to move, as if they would collectively pull the trigger in the next second without warning.