Night is always the easiest stage to cover up crime, so night is always the time when criminals are most active.

But in Gotham City, night is also the day when bats burrow out of their caves.

In a well-decorated house, the sound of the owner from one end of the living room to the other resounded throughout the room. The creature who had tumbled off the coffee table and fell face down with a dog-gnawed mud got to his feet in disarray, trying to make out of the darkness the terrible shadow that had thrown him over.

There was not the slightest light, and every light in the entire house became an ornament the moment the intruder broke into the house. The gentleman was drinking beer and watching the television broadcast, when the lights suddenly went out completely, and the huge bat broke through the window of his bedroom, and without saying a word he was lifted out of the room and thrown into the living room.

But now, looking in the direction of the bedroom, the gentleman could not find where the enemy was.

"Patrick Juric!"

A hissing voice drifted from behind him like a ghost, scaring Mr. Patrick half to death. He turned sharply, and saw the tall black outline obscuring the moonlight from the living room window, and immediately sat down on the ground with fright.

Batman bent over and grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, asking, "Where can I find the Joker!?" ”

"What!? I don't know what you're talking about, what can I have to do with that madman? Mr. Patrick tried his best to play dumb, and his voice was out of tune.

Batman slammed him down on the coffee table, which was split in half.

"If you forget, then I'll help you remember. I already know that you were the Joker's right-hand man a few years ago, and you need to know a little bit about him, like where he was hiding the last time he was in Gotham. Tell me it's all good for us, this morning an old colleague of yours had his whole family cut off by the clown, and he, like you, was a subordinate who jumped from the clown. The Joker's next target is a good chance of you. At this point, Batman paused, and then said, "Or you can choose to continue trying to lie to me, and then I'll break your arm again, and then you can tell me where he is." Whether you want to skip this step or not, choose for yourself. ”

One arm was held by Batman, and there was an irresistible force over his shoulder, and Mr. Patrick had no choice but to nod his head like a chicken: "Okay, okay, I'll tell you everything I know!" The Joker did have a hideout before, and we all know you still haven't figured out where it is. Once one of Calmine Falcone's gangsters had a restaurant, but after Falcone fell, the power that the restaurant represented in Gotham was over, and it was bought by someone else and became a small restaurant with no real background. But what the current owners don't know is that there is a secret basement hidden in that restaurant, which can be accessed through a secret door in the back alley, where the clown's stronghold is hidden, and I tell you where the address is, please I really know so much! ”

"Good," Batman said, "I'll break your other arm if I catch you lying." ”

"Another?"

Before he could figure out what he meant, there was already a crisp sound of bone misalignment on his arm, and Batman easily twisted his arm.

Ignoring his wolf-like howls, Batman opened the living room window and disappeared into the night.

Enduring the sharp pain in his arm, Mr. Patrick struggled to reach for his cell phone with his still-intact arm, trying to call the emergency services.

But before he could call the emergency number, the phone rang.

Unfamiliar numbers. An ominous premonition rose in his heart, and he felt that he should not answer the call, but there seemed to be an invisible force that drove him to press the call button.

"Hello?"

"Hi ~ my dear Patrick! Did you miss me~! ”

The voice on the other side of the phone was full of enthusiasm, which made people feel terrifyingly enthusiastic. The strange voice made Patrick drenched in cold sweat in an instant, and even his arm, which was in sharp pain, suddenly fell into an ice cave.

"Mr. JJ, I'm sorry," he stammered nervously, speechless.

"Oh dear, why bother? I mean, what do you have to be sorry for? Alas? Do you mean all of a sudden and say goodbye to a good friend? Oh no, no, I forgive you. I mean, why not? Because you're going to pay it back generously, aren't you? Hahaha"

"Mr. J, please"

"No, no, we are all so acquainted, if you have something to say, why bother to see each other like this? Guess how long I have your apartment? Hahahaha! Listen carefully, you won't want to miss the doorbell for a friend's visit."

Sure enough, as he said, a piercing doorbell rang on the phone and outside the door at the same time, like the shrill cry of a ghost who had been wronged, and it was obvious that someone was holding the doorbell.

Patrick was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word, and began to rush to the bedroom like crazy, locked the door, and found a pistol from the locked cabinet at the bedside.

"Huh? Don't you welcome me? I'm so sad. Then I'll have to take care of myself. As soon as such a sound came out of the mobile phone, the ringtone stopped abruptly, and then there was a "squeak" sound of the security door being pushed open like magic.

Patrick dangled his newly dislocated arm and held a pistol in his other hand and pointed at the bedroom door. He hung up his phone and listened intently to the footsteps outside the room.

A few minutes later, a barrage of gunshots rang out from the house.

Batman rushed to the address Patrick had given him and entered the basement through the back door of what he said was the alley.

Walking down the dusty staircase, it was pitch black below, and the lights were out of work due to the power outage. The power supply system for the basement and the above-ground restaurant is independent, and no one has paid the electricity bill since it was abandoned below.

It looks like no one has been here for a long time. The floor and table were covered with dust, and the ceiling was covered with cobwebs.

Suddenly, Batman discovers something.

On a table there is an upside-down card, a playing card. Batman knew what it was before he picked it up to confirm, and it was just a confirmation when he picked it up, and as expected, it was a king.

So the Joker didn't use the stronghold, but he was here.

Why?

Because he knew that Batman would find out about it, he left his business card specifically to mock Batman and tell him that he was one step ahead of him.

Or maybe even that he knew Batman was going to find Patrick.

So the person who just gave him the information is probably in danger now!

Batman turned around and tried to leave, but the wall on the side collapsed. Suddenly, a large head slammed into Batman's waist and abdomen like a powerful tank, and the powerful inertia caused Batman to fly upside down, and slammed into the other wall, the impact was so fierce that the wall even cracked.

"Roar!"

Like a raging beast, the hunk continued to lunge towards Batman as he was knocked to the ground. Batman rolled on the spot and avoided a second shot.

It was a stunningly large man, with muscular arms and a bare upper body as strong as a rock. The clown mask on his face makes it clear that he is a subordinate of the Joker.

Batman's eyes quickly swept to understand what was going on. This basement has two rooms, and the Joker has the big guy hidden next door to wait for Batman to come, and then blocks the door to the next door with a freezer, causing Batman to ignore that there is another room next to him for a while. And when this big guy sees Batman enter through a hole like a cat's eye or a vent, he immediately rushes out of the sneak attack.

But this guy just has a lot of strength, and his skills are average. Watching the opponent pick up the huge fist and swing it, Batman dodged sideways, grabbed the opponent's outstretched arm, and threw an uppercut to his joint.

Hit the target.

But he couldn't hinder the opponent's movement at all, and the big man wearing the clown mask swept over with a punch.

Batman pulls back and dodges. The move just now hit the joint, and the severe pain should have forced him to stop. But in fact, after eating this punch, this guy is like a nobody, and the next move follows without stagnation at all.

Even Batman himself didn't dare to say that he could bear that moment without any impact at all, and the only possible explanation was that this big guy was injected with some nerve-paralyzing drugs by the Joker, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

Opponents who are not afraid of pain are often the most difficult.

But that's just for the average person. Standing here right now is Batman, and he has countless ways to deal with it.

And now he has chosen the easiest way - pointing.

The ancient technology of the East mastered by Lei Xiaogu will also be used by Batman who has traveled to the East, and he is not unfamiliar. After another dodge of his punch, his fingers "crackled" in front of the enemy, instantly blocking his movements.

The points were able to paralyze his body for a few seconds. And these few seconds of effort are enough for Batman to abolish this person's ability to move several times. The next moment, there was a muffled sound in the basement of a large man falling headlong.