Double negative image spokesperson, the clown stands on the shipping container, and the bottom should be his subordinates. In Xia Yanzhen's position, they couldn't see many people, they could only see the clown standing in the spotlight, talking about something.

"We're retreating......" Gordon was going to beckon everyone to retreat, they were here to reconnoitre. I didn't expect to bump into the clown himself, so what else is there to say, let's go.

Gotham's conscience does not mean that he has no brains, and he has to use the meager strength of eleven people to fight the clown and his hundreds of younger brothers.

As a result, when Gordon turned around, he found that except for him, the others had withdrawn more than ten meters away. Charles had a little conscience and didn't forget to wave to Gordon silently.

Motioned for him to run.

"Falk ......," Gordon cursed in a low voice, gave him one last look at the clown, and turned to catch up with the crowd.

A group of people cautiously stepped back, for fear of alarming the fanatical beasts. Xia Yan is really mixed in it, and he doesn't show the landscape.

However, when everyone retreated to the vicinity of the car, feeling that they were about to be safe, there was a burst of undisguised footsteps in the surrounding darkness.

A group of people came out from various corners, hidden places, and gathered around them.

"Stand back!"

"Stand back!" Including the three and great god Bill, they reacted very quickly, and they all raised their guns and pointed at the clowns who leaned over.

Even, Bill's reaction can be said to be the fastest!

"Can I shoot?" Someone asked.

"It's useless." Gordon's face was very ugly. The clown's subordinates are a group of real madmen who are not afraid of death.

Once there is an order from the Joker, even if everyone runs out of bullets, the rest of the people will continue to rush over, and ...... They also have guns!

In a place like Gotham, it's too easy to get a gun. This is the world's largest underground gun market.

If you go to a dangerous place at night, you may pick up a gun on the ground. Of course, it is unknown whether there will be bullets in the gun, and whether there will be a big man behind you when you bend down to pick up the gun.

Everyone has guns, and in this case, it is not wise to shoot at each other. As for shooting a few and running towards a car that is already very close, it is also not wise.

Gotham has strongmen who can dodge bullets, but Gordon can't. Hesitate a little. There are more and more clowns around, and the inner and outer three layers completely surround everyone.

They leaned over and pressed their chests to the muzzle of their guns, smirking grimly across their faces. The clown's subordinates are very distinctive.

In two words, it is punk, and in more detail, it is called death heavy metal. The sense of oppression is strong. Xia Yanzhen saw that the hands of several newcomers had begun to tremble.

On the contrary, Bill has a very steady hand and a serious look. Without superfluous nonsense, the Joker's men began to disarm.

"Give it to them." With Gordon's approval, several people handed over their guns and were pushed to the clown's place.

Everyone came to the vicinity of the container that was shrouded in spotlights. There was a circle of demons dancing around.

The number of people can add up to six or seven hundred.

"Hi Gordon, long time no see." The clown smiled exaggeratedly and greeted Gordon as if he were being watched by an animal.

Gordon was fearless, and said coldly, "You still escaped." ”

"What is it called to escape! Can you leave home as an escape? The clown dissatisfied. He walked to the edge of the container and sat down, his feet hanging down, and he kicked the iron sheet of the container with a sound.

"Gordon Gordon." He pronounced Gordon's name with a strange emphasis, and there was sadness in his tone,

"Tell me, is that Nighthawk guy really dead?"

"Investigate if he's really dead, that's why you came out?" Gordon asked rhetorically.

"You know." The Joker said,

"Nighthawk and I are very good friends, and we have frolicked in the dark at night more than once, and those are very fond memories."

"......" The muscles on Gordon's face trembled. You madman is doing things everywhere, kidnapping and killing, and even attacking the Gotham police station, and Nighthawk stops you from going crazy, which is called frolic?

Despite knowing that the clown is a madman. But Gordon didn't expect him to perceive the relationship between the two in this way.

Have you forgotten that Nighthawk beat you to the point where you were lying in bed with a tube all over? Speaking of such a serious injury, even if he is not lying in a hospital bed for the second half of his life, at least he will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, why would the clown still appear here alive?

Gordon didn't understand how the Joker recovered. Even if he was familiar with Nighthawk, Gordon had never seen him clearly.

Superheroes and supervillains seem to have a huge barrier between them and ordinary people. The clown on the container continues to babble about him and Nighthawk

"Good memories". It took him five minutes before he looked at Gordon steadily, "Come, Gordon, tell me, is Nighthawk really dead?" "Ask that question again.

"I also hope he doesn't die." Gordon said.

"I don't believe it." The Joker said,

"He's my only playmate! I didn't die, how could he die! ”

"You don't believe you're asking a fart!" Gordon is grumpy.

"yes, why should I ask you?" The clown suddenly laughed,

"I just have to do the same as before." Same as before. As long as the Joker makes a big deal, Nighthawk will show up to stop him.

Arresting Nighthawk's younger brother Gordon and hanging him in front of the Gotham News Building is definitely big news. That would lead to Nighthawk - if he hadn't died.

"Whoever is going to kill everyone except Gordon." The clown thinks of it and does it,

"Play kidnapping games this time."

"Wait!" Gordon's face changed and he shouted,

"If there are more people, things won't make a bigger fuss!"

"Makes sense." The clown nodded, then smiled,

"But I refuse, I just want to kill them, hahahaha!" He was laughing maniacally. The clowns next to him raised their guns and gathered over.

"No, no." The clown stops these people,

"Don't use a gun, I'll shoot them to death, it's going to be a cruel kind." The corners of his mouth were down, and he wanted to cry, but he seemed to be smiling.

"I see which of you dares!" Gordon roared, and reluctantly ripped open his trench coat, which had been buttoned up, revealing the bomb tied inside.

He pulled out the switch that was fixed in his sleeve and pinched it in his hand! You can press it down with a slight movement.

"Come on!" If Gordon had long hair and a long beard, he would have had a fluttering beard at this time, like a lion.

Xia Yan really couldn't help but look sideways. Your Gotham City is really a city of people with pure customs and simple talents. Who would have thought that a deputy commissioner of police would not be a body armor under a trench coat, but a bomb!

You've done all the work of criminals, what are these criminals doing? Sure enough, the clown's men were stunned.

Are you a criminal or are we criminals?

"Hahaha!" The clown pointed at Gordon and laughed wildly,

"It's funny, Gordon, if it weren't for Nighthawk, you might have been my playmate."

"Don't talk nonsense! Let them go! Gordon stepped forward. The crowd in front of us receded like a tidal wave. Bill: They immediately caught up with Gordon.

Xia Yanzhen lagged behind. Gordon came under the container and looked up at the Joker. The Joker jumped down from above and stared at Gordon with interest.

"Let them go! I'm enough for one person! Gordon yelled at the clown, squirting saliva all over the clown's face.

The Joker is very keen to step back, avoiding the saliva attack. He tilted his head and stared at Gordon, the expression of interest on his face fading away, replaced by an inexplicable sadness.

"You-" Gordon was about to say something.

"So, he's really dead, right?" The Joker spoke suddenly, interrupting Gordon.

"What did you say?"

"Nighthawk, he turned out to be really dead." The clown's gaze was a little glazed, and two tears flowed from his eyes, which did not spoil his makeup.

Clown makeup should be waterproof.

"How can you be sure he's really dead?" Xia Yanzhen asked.

"How can you be sure?" The clown glanced at Xia Yanzhen and looked at him with a look of disdain before explaining,

"Look at Gordon right now.

"When dad dies, my son grows up, doesn't he?

"In the past, little Gordon would only curl up under Nighthawk's cloak and weep, but you see how irritable and angry he is now, as if he wants to challenge the whole world, and only a child who has seen his father die is like this." Xia Yanzhen looked at Gordon.

Gordon wanted to refute but couldn't. Yes, if Nighthawk hadn't died, he wouldn't have made such a drastic move.

In the past, when something happened, there was always Nighthawk to solve it. Now that Nighthawk is gone, can Gordon fix what Gotham's supervillains have done?

No! He doesn't have the ability to know. It's not Gordon cuisine, it's that everyone doesn't have it. Everyone is being the director, the deputy director, and the COP, can they maintain law and order in Gotham?

Can't maintain! The only thing Gordon can do is to die with some abnormal madmen at a critical moment.

That's his best effort. After answering the question, the clown suddenly became excited, and he waved his hand: "Let's go." ”

"Let's go?" Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"It's boring. You people, this city. "The clown muttered to himself,

"What's the point of all this without Nighthawk? It's better to destroy it, yes, destroy it......" His gaze grew dangerous.

"Let's go." Gordon is going to take the joker away before he changes his mind.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out. The clown's skull is almost lifted. Blood splattered out under the light of the searchlight, accompanied by fragments.

The clown slammed to the ground. There was a sudden silence on the field, as if someone had pressed the pause button on the film.

Only the muzzle of the gun emitted a little smoke in the cold night. Xia Yanzhen held up the toy that finally came in handy, ebony, and he thought for a moment, what should he say about this situation.

I bloom in the midst of slaughter, like a flower in the dawn. No, not that.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!" Xia Yanzhen poured all the bullets on the clown's corpse and emptied the magazine. That's right, that's it.

The language of the bullet to replace what he had to say. After emptying the bullets, Xia Yanzhen looked at the sluggish crowd around him: "What's the matter, as a cop, in the face of extremely vicious gangsters, isn't emptying the magazine a basic operation?" ”