"It's me."

The vulture's voice came through the helmet and became very muffled.

"You're back." Bill's eyes rolled slightly.

He didn't really want to follow the "last words" in his diary and let the vultures get the Nighthawk's legacy.

It's not that Xia can't be inherited.

Anyway, he's also very strong, and he can kill Quinn.

"How did Quinn die?" The vulture ignored Bill's meaningless greetings.

"I don't know, it suddenly fell from the sky." Bill said that was the truth.

The vulture glanced at Bill's cop uniform and turned to leave.

"Wait." Bill called out to the vulture, "There's one of our own people in the cemetery. ”

The vulture didn't speak, waiting for Bill's next words.

"It's handsome, you should be able to tell it at a glance." Bill said.

The vulture understood what Bill meant: "As long as he doesn't do anything to me, I won't hurt anyone." ”

He's just ruthless to criminals, and he's not really degenerated into a murderer.

The vulture took two steps forward, out of the hidden corner.

Then he suddenly disappeared from Bill's sight.

Bill rubbed his eyes to make sure he couldn't see the vulture, and then turned his gaze to Quinn's head, about to bend down to pick it up.

There was a sound of footsteps.

He poked his head out and froze.

At the end of the street, in the morning light, a group of people were walking arm in arm.

Rows of human walls are formed.

These people were all residents of Gotham, some were dressed in clothes, some seemed to have just come out of the bed, wearing a pair of shorts, and some had no shorts at all.

They came in unison, as if on the march.

"What the hell! What's going on! ”

Bill was startled, and keenly noticed a few of the Joker's men in the crowd.

Ignoring nothing else, Bill immediately retreated to a corner in the corner and contacted Gordon to tell him what he had seen.

"What? How many people are there? ”

"I don't know, at least more than a thousand." Bill said.

"Where is their purpose, the cemetery?"

"Definitely, why else would you be here?" Bill said.

"Let's take a look." Gordon's tone was solemn, he searched frantically in his memory, and he didn't find anyone in Gotham who could control so many people.

According to Bill's account, it was clear that the men were controlled.

Gotham villains, who can do this?

"By the way, the vultures have also gone to the cemetery." Bill said.

"I see." Gordon sighed, "Protect yourself." ”

The feeling of exhaustion can be felt over the phone.

"Okay." Naturally, Bill had no intention of going out.

The crowd outside had already walked past him and headed straight for the cemetery.

The gangsters outside the cemetery stared wide-eyed.

Usually they are also rampant and domineering in Gotham, but now, it has become a public toilet, and anyone can come to it.

The obstacle formed by the five gangs, like the Maginot Line, did not play a role.

Everyone comes and goes as they please.

At first, I can comfort myself with the saying that let them fight with the clam and make our fishermen profitable.

Now I can't even deceive myself.

Thousands, ignoring the muzzle of the gun, advanced over.

"What should I do?"

The leading leaders looked at each other.

Come a few people, they dare to shoot, come a dozen people, they dare to shoot.

But there are thousands, thousands of people in front of them, and they really don't dare.

Gangsters are different from supervillains, and their main purpose is still to make money.

Kill thousands?

They're crazy to do that.

Not everyone has a psychiatric certificate from a doctor.

"Withdraw! Remove! ”

Urgently contacted the boss, and responded there, this inheritance is gone!

Sure enough, only madmen can get their hands on the things of madmen, and it's better for ordinary people not to meddle in them.

Quickly getting into the car, a group of gangsters fled from the other side, and the exhaust spewed a bit of embarrassment.

The crowd did not stop and entered the cemetery.

Bill thought for a moment, kept his distance, and cautiously followed.

Natsu is still in there.

"Not really." In the cemetery, Xia Yanzhen looked at the corpses of several supervillains, who were completely out of the standard to test his strength.

Not to mention the limit, Xia Yanzhen didn't even use much force.

I'm thinking about whether to forget it or use the sin city of Gotham to escalate things.

Xia Yanzhen saw a man in black clothes and a black helmet walking over.

He walked fast and headed straight for him, holding a blood-stained claw knife in his hand, which was longer than a normal claw.

"Who's ...... this?"

Xia Yanzhen stood still, waiting for the other party to make a move.

"Are you cop?" The vulture stopped and looked at Xia Yanzhen and asked.

Handsome indeed.

It can be seen at a glance and does not require additional feature descriptions.

"It's not." Xia Yanzhen shook his head.

He's not cop, and Gordon has expelled him from the team.

"Isn't it?" The vulture asked, "There's a cop out there who says there's one of its own." ”

"Bill? Then he's talking about me, I'm an informant. Xia Yan really thought about it and arranged an identity for himself, "Who are you?" ”

"Vultures."

"Nighthawk's sidekick?" Xia Yanzhen remembered the contents of his diary.

"That's right, give me that mask." Vulture said.

He knows the secrets of Nighthawk's power relatively well.

Once upon a time, Nighthawk was also an ordinary person.

By chance, he got something, and what that thing was, Nighthawk didn't say.

He simply told the vulture that when he died, he might leave behind a "double-edged sword".

Hurt others, hurt yourself.

The double-edged sword left behind will probably appear in the form of a "skull" or something.

Now it seems, is an incomplete skull.

"I'm sorry, I can't give this to you." Xia Yanzhen smiled and refused.

"Huh."

The vulture sneered, and continued to get closer, about to make a move.

In the next second, his footsteps stopped, and he and Xia Yanzhen looked behind him at the same time.

There were a lot of people there, and people were getting closer.

After a while, the crowd of black oppressors came to the vicinity of the two of them, walked over and formed a circle, and surrounded the two of them.

This scene was seen by Xia Yanzhen when he first saw the clown.

"Hey, hello two."

Someone took out a mobile phone from his clothes and put it out, and a cheerful voice came from inside.

"Joker!"

The vulture's voice instantly became cold and murderous.

"Hello, little sparrow, long time no see, it's been a few years...... I forgot, after all, you're just an unimportant little sparrow. The clown said annoying things in the tone of an old friend.

"Where are you, get out!"

The vultures searched the crowd.

"Hehehehe."

The clown laughed, "Little Sparrow, you're still so upright, do you think I'll be here?" ”

Xia Yanzhen looked at the butcher's corpse.

Suddenly I understood why the half-crazy butcher on the data would become a target and join the fight for the inheritance, he was probably controlled by the clown.

It's not the butcher who does it from start to finish, it's the clown!

Now, the clown has controlled these people again, and the comers are not good.

"Wherever you are, I'll find you!" Vulture said.

"Before you find me, let's have a good game." The clown said, "This game is called whoever kills the most wins." ”

"What do you mean?"

"There are two thousand three hundred and forty-three people here." The Joker smiled and said, "The two of you, whoever can kill more people will become the victor and get the Nighthawk legacy." ”

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"You madman!" The vulture growled.

The clown ignored it and said to himself, "Don't worry that I'll operate in the dark." This competition is fair, open and just, and many people have cameras on them, which can be broadcast live, so you can feel free to do it boldly, and whoever kills more will win! ”

“……”

The vulture stopped talking.

"Why do you think we'll do what you say?" Xia Yanzhen shook the mask of truth in his hand, "The mask is not in your hand." ”

"Because I have other chips, be quiet and listen carefully."

The clown laughed.

As he spoke, Xia Yanzhen and the vulture heard a roaring explosion coming from a distance at the same time.

"Gotham Court." The Joker giggled, "Gotham Hospital......"

He reported more than a dozen locations in a row.

"I planted a lot of bombs everywhere." The clown sighed, "I could have given me more time to plant bombs in more places and let the whole of Gotham pass away with Nighthawk's death."

"So, you're going to show me the value, and now that I've got a new toy, Gotham will be fine, you know?"

It seems that the clown definitely didn't just be discharged from the hospital last night.

Or, while he was lying in the hospital bed and intubated, he was doing things remotely.

It's just that Xia Yan really appeared, which made him give up his original plan and talk about it first.

If Xia Yan really can't bring him enough fun, replace the former Night Hawk.

That clown doesn't mind ruining Gotham either.

As for the vultures.

This kid isn't interesting.

The clown was tired of it back then.

"You have half an hour to save people. If you don't do it, it is estimated that 100,000 people will die, and there are only more than 2,000 people here, and killing more than 2,000 people can save 100,000 people, and you can also get the inheritance of the Nighthawk, which is a good deal. The clown said with a smile, his tone bewildered, "Or I can turn off the live broadcast, don't worry, the live broadcast hasn't started yet."

"No one knows what you're doing. You can also kill each other, kill each other, and then put the fault on me and him, and become real heroes.

"It's okay, I don't mind being a stepping stone to victory.

"Come on, hero, use us to make you happen!"

With his words, the people around him moved, and they walked towards Xia Yanzhen and the vulture.

The vulture retreated to Xia Yanzhen's side: "Do you have any way?" ”

can be valued by clowns, and it is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Yes, it's good to find the clown himself."

"Can you find it?"

"It will take a little time."

"Then these people ......"

"These people are easy to do, just break their hands and feet or knock them out." Xia Yanzhen looked around and found a branch that had just fallen from the battle.

The branches are the thickness of a small arm, quite straight, a childhood artifact, a rape flower destroyer.

Xia Yanzhen shook the branch in his hand and handed it to the vulture very generously.

"Huh?"

The vulture was stunned for a moment, "How do you know I'm really here?" ”

He looked like he was on Xia Yanzhen's left, but he was actually on the right.

On the left side is a fake body.

“…… Seeing. ”