A few minutes earlier, the clown's poison gas had been dropped on the GCPD's headquarters. In an instant, the entire GCPD turned into a sea of green smoke.

Roy focused as much as he could, not letting himself be as unconscious as the others around him. He saw the door of the hall violently kicked open, and saw a clown in a suit jumping in, and wisely chose to avoid it temporarily. He leaned back against a desk to support himself from falling, curling his body behind and disappearing from the clown's view as much as possible.

At the same time, he tried his best to keep his hands in his pocket and touch the antidote that Batman had provided, just in case he had been carrying it with him lately. The images in his eyes were all double-layered, and it took him a while to remove the sleeve from the syringe needle.

The Joker had been in the Director's office for a while at this time.

Although the effects of the toxin still in his body may be a little dull, the situation can no longer be stopped by him. Roy used the cover of the tables and chairs in the hall to quickly approach the director's office. A gunshot rang out from inside, forcing him to keep picking up his pace. He pushed open the office door with a barely whispered voice, just in time to see the clown's muzzle pointed at the next unconscious officer.

"Your farce is over, Joker."

As he spoke, Roy had already stepped forward and knocked the Joker to the ground with a punch.

This statement is by no means meaningless. The moment he entered the door, Roy made a judgment that he couldn't subdue the Joker before he pulled the trigger and killed the next officer. So he had to choose to shout first to distract the clown, and then preemptively strike before he could turn his gun.

The Joker is knocked to the ground, and Roy kicks away the Joker's pistol that falls to the ground.

After seeing who it was, the clown laughed "oh hehe": "It's 'you'." ”

The greeting is like an old friend meeting, giving people the illusion that they are familiar with each other. But theoretically, Roy Green and the Joker should have met for the first time. Unless the clown knows that the person in front of him has met him in another capacity.

No, you can't think like that in the first place. Or maybe he was just bluffing, trying to disrupt the enemy? Maybe such a sentence doesn't make any sense at all, just a casual greeting from a madman?

None of this Roy thought about it for a while. Because he knows that you don't have a lot of time to think about other problems when facing the Joker, and you have to be 120 percent on his beware.

Roy grabbed the clown from the ground again, punching and kicking him out of the office window with two punches and kicks, and rolling the glass shards to the ground. There were several traces of blood on the ground from the slag of glass slag stabbing his skin, but the clown was still laughing epileptially as he lay in the shards of glass.

"Hey! I remember you! The Joker pointed at Roy and shouted, "I heard you mixed well in the police station, and you had a leg with Old Jim's baby daughter so soon!" Wow, her dad doesn't know yet, I guess you've slept before, right? ”

Ignoring him, Roy jumped out of the shattered window, tugging at the collar and lifting the clown, punching again.

But a fat hand behind him grasped his wrist like pincers.

Almost without thinking, Roy immediately let go of the clown's collar, shrunk down from the armpit of the man who was holding him behind him, and backhanded the arm of the man who grabbed him.

To his surprise, the person who sneaked up on him from behind and grabbed him turned out to be a police officer who had been smoked by the clown's poisonous gas at first.

No, it's not just him. One by one, all the officers lying around stood up, their expressions gloomy and strange, their eyes glazed over, and their eyes seemed to have a faint green light, as if they were enchanted. They all swayed in their footsteps, and surrounded Roy's position.

What's even more terrifying is that everyone who is surrounding them has a bright red color on their mouths, and the corners of their mouths have even risen like clowns, like death smiles.

Roy furrowed his brow. It didn't take much of his senses to see that something was wrong.

The clown jumped back to the table where he had stood when he entered, straightened his clothes, and shouted like a TV star, "As I said before, all of you carve a smile on your face!" ”

Then, he pointed his finger straight at Roy, who was surrounded in the center.

"It starts with him! Let him laugh too! ”

As if the robot had been instructed by the program, all the enchanted policemen pounced on Roy in unison.

There are many of them, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead. They didn't feel the pain, and Roy couldn't have dealt a heavy hand to the manipulated officers.

There is no doubt that this is fully caught in the rhythm of the clown. Now here, the Gotham Police Department, has become the home of the Joker. There is no chance of winning if the fight continues here.

Roy quickly shifted in his direction and slammed into the direction.

All the policemen obeyed the order in a blank manner, and one by one they gathered around Roy, and some of them even pulled out electric batons.

There will be no results if this continues. With such a number of enemies at the same time, it becomes almost impossible to catch the clown.

Roy crouched under a cop's armpit, punched a cop head-on at the same moment, and then stepped onto a desk and jumped towards a nearby window. With a "clang", the glass slag shattered to the ground, and Roy broke the window and jumped out, and fled on the street in an instant.

Throughout the whole process, the clown sat at the table and watched the play, making grotesque laughter from time to time.

"Okay, okay, don't chase it!" After watching the play, the clown clapped his hands and jumped off the table, "He can play more interesting games with us in the future." Now, all the bravest warriors of Gotham, let's have some fun together! Oh hahaha"

With that, he took the lead and walked out of the gate. One by one, the controlled police officers followed him, like soldiers following the general on his march, jumped into the bus from which he had come, and drove away.

(P.S. Many book friends enthusiastically put forward the BUG of why the protagonist didn't pick up a gun to hit the clown in the previous chapter.,Well, it's the author's pot.,Because the master uses his fist every time he saves the scene in this situation.,So I'm used to design it like this.,As a result, I was reminded that the master was because of the strange setting of killing without a gun.

However, considering that later in this chapter, the clown gas manipulated all the poisoned cops into his puppets, so it doesn't make much difference whether he himself ate two fists or two guns, so I won't change it.

Here, I would like to say thank you to the friends who found the BUG. ）