Neither father nor son is there?

After hearing Alfred's answer, Roy frowned slightly.

It's been more than an hour since Bruce threw the Joker off the Wayne Tower.

Normally, they should have come back a long time ago.

Now, however, not only did Bruce not return, but he didn't even answer the phone, and he couldn't be reached at all.

Problematic!

This is very problematic!

Although it is not yet known what is going on, Roy did not waste much time thinking about it, and said to Alfred:

"If they come back, ask them to contact me."

"Yes, Mr. Roy."

Alfred replied quickly.

Roy nodded at Alfred and left Wayne Manor with a decisive flash.

Gotham Police Department.

To be exact, the roof of a building near the Gotham Police Station.

Roy took out the bracelet of the "Crazy Laughter" nanosuit from the system space and put it on the wrist of his right hand.

After seeing the clown at noon today, he took back the nano suit bracelet.

Without any hesitation, he decisively activated the "Wild Laughter" suit.

In just a few seconds, the "Crazy Laughter" version of the nano suit was put on his body.

After putting on the "Laughing Maniac" suit, he did not enter the forensic office of the Gotham Police Station for the first time, but took out various gadgets for makeup from the system space, and painted the lower part of his face as a clown.

After doing this, he jumped off the roof of the building and flew towards the Gotham Police Station.

In the blink of an eye, he was on the roof of the Gotham Police Station.

Boom!

Kicking open the metal door on the roof, he walked in without saying a word.

He didn't intend to hide his whereabouts.

As he expected, not long after he entered the Gotham Police Station, he attracted everyone's attention.

At the moment when these policemen were about to pull out their guns to stop him, he unleashed his domineering domineering spirit.

Deter!

In just an instant, the overlord color domineering enveloped the entire Gotham Police Department.

Without any suspense, the Gotham policemen who were shrouded in the domineering aura of the overlord color, without exception, all passed out.

Although he no longer needs to continue to pretend to laugh to catch the clown, he still has a bit of a liking for playing the joker.

When pretending to laugh wildly, he can do whatever he wants, without any worries!

After stuning all the cops, including Gordon, with his overlord color, he walked towards the forensic office.

It didn't take much effort for him to arrive at the forensic office.

Like the police outside, the forensic doctor in the forensic office was also stunned by the domineering aura of the overlord.

Picking up the registration form on the table and glancing at it, Roy came to a metal planer and lifted the white blanket on it.

Clown!

The body on the metal dissecting bed was none other than a clown.

To be precise, it's the clown who hasn't had time to deplan.

Just like when we met at noon today, the clown was still wearing the handmade purple suit, and his face was painted with rough clown makeup that had been stained red with blood.

Before being thrown off the Wayne Tower, the Joker had been fighting Bruce for a while, and he had a lot of scars on his body.

After being thrown off the Tower of Wayne, the Joker is covered in injuries.

Even if you don't show your domineering spirit, just look at the current appearance of the clown, and you can know that he is dead and can't die anymore.

But for the sake of safety, Roy still showed his domineering spirit and seriously perceived the clown in front of him.

The clown in the comics has obtained the purest Dionysian factor and has an immortal body in the true sense.

Under normal circumstances, the Dionysian factor is as if it did not exist, it does not have any effect, and it cannot be detected.

But once the host is injured, the Dionysian factor will exert an unbelievably powerful healing effect.

Strictly speaking, the pure Dionysian factor gives the host not only super healing and regeneration powers, but true immortality and immortality.

There are no signs of life!

Not to mention regeneration and healing, Roy didn't even feel a trace of life breath on the clown's corpse.

It's a bit too casual to die, right?

Although the Joker's body was now in front of him, Roy still felt that the Joker's death was a little too casual.

The most charismatic supervillain in this DC universe!

Looking at the clown corpse in front of him, Roy frowned slightly.

After a few minutes without saying a word, he raised his right hand and summoned the fire of the stars.

Although he couldn't figure it out, he didn't plan to continue wasting time.

Now that the clown is dead, it's good to give him a decent funeral.

Pale cyan star fire erupted from the tip of Roy's right index finger.

Then, under his control, it flew towards the clown's sunken head.

As the fire of the stars fell, the body of the clown was instantly enveloped by the fire of the stars.

In just an instant, the clown's body was burned into nothingness by the fire of the stars, leaving nothing behind.

Because of Roy's precise manipulation, the metal planer on the Joker's body was not affected in any way.

Even the white blanket that covers the clown is intact.

Except for the complete disappearance of the clown's body, it was as if nothing had happened.

After disposing of the Joker's body, Roy left the medical examiner's room with a flash and made his way to the rooftop of Kyle's Tower.

Standing on the edge of the rooftop looking at the night view of Gotham, Roy's mood became a little strange.

The Joker's death was completely beyond his expectations.

It's not that he can't accept that the Joker was killed by Bruce, but he can't understand why the Joker would take the initiative to die.

It's true that the Joker doesn't have superpowers.

But as long as he doesn't want to die, even if Bruce defeats him, he won't throw him off the Wayne Tower, and it's still in full view.

There's no way the Joker used his death to make Bruce guilty, right?

What the hell is he going to do?

And what does Bruce think?

Taking a deep breath, Roy threw the cranky thoughts in his mind behind him and cast a domineering and telepathic look.

Since you can't figure it out, you don't want to.

He was now going to find a few criminals to vent.

It didn't take much effort for him to perceive a group of thugs who were robbing a convenience store.

After locking on the other party's position, he decisively cast a flash to teleport over.

It's a mediocre convenience store.

One of the four thugs threatens the shopkeeper and his wife at gunpoint.

The remaining three are engaged in habitual zero-dollar purchases.

Maybe it's inexperience, or maybe these guys don't realize they need to leave someone to keep watch.

Roy stood behind the gun-wielding thug for five or six seconds, and the guy didn't notice his arrival.

Not only that, but this guy is constantly threatening the shopkeeper and his wife to take out the cash from the cash register.

However, at this moment, Roy, who was standing behind the thug, patted him on the shoulder.

The gun-wielding thug didn't look back, thinking that his companion was patting him on the shoulder, and said impatiently:

"Don't bother me, just take whatever you want!"

"I want your life."

Roy's voice rang out.

What?

Hearing an unfamiliar voice behind him, the gun-wielding thug finally reacted.

Just as he tried to turn and shoot, Roy grabbed him by the right shoulder.

Click!

With just a slight force, the right shoulder bone of the gun-wielding thug was pinched off by Roy, and a crisp cracking sound sounded.

The sharp pain in his right shoulder made the gun-wielding thug scream unconsciously.

Yes!!!

While the other party screamed, Roy frowned slightly.

Then, with a gentle pull of the right hand.

Shhh

The gun-wielding thug's entire right arm was rudely torn off by him.

"Be quiet."

"I'm not in a good mood tonight."

"If you keep yelling, I'll let you eat your own hands."

Roy picked up the severed arm of the gun-wielding thug and said unhurriedly.

At the same time, with the other party's broken arm, he gently slapped the other party's face.

Although until now, the gun-wielding thugs have not seen clearly what the person behind him looks like.

But after hearing Roy's threat, he decisively closed his mouth to prevent himself from screaming, covered the wound on his broken arm, and nodded quickly.

"Very good, I like people who are good to work with."

Roy said unhurriedly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three thugs who were making a zero-yuan purchase appeared in his sight.

After seeing these three guys, he picked up the pistol on his severed arm and fired three shots in a row.

Bang bang bang!

Although it seemed like a random shot, the bullet hit the eyebrows of the three thugs with great precision, ending their lives instantly.

After killing the three thugs, he turned his back to his thugs and said:

"Take out all the money you and the three guys have on you and give it to the shopkeeper."

What?

After hearing Roy's words, the little thug who was not only facing away from him was stunned.

Even the shopkeeper and his wife were stunned.

"You messed up the store, and you scared the two shopkeepers, and it's normal to spend money on compensation."

Roy said as he took out two hundred dollars from the system space and placed it at the cash register.

After seeing the puzzled expressions of the shopkeeper and his wife, he said casually:

"It's a clean-up fee."

"We don't have to pay for it, we just clean it up ourselves."

The male shopkeeper with a fat figure hurriedly waved his hand and said immediately.

Roy didn't speak, just glared at the other with a displeased expression.

After seeing his eyes, the male shopkeeper immediately closed his mouth.

When the gun-wielding thug with the severed arm took out the money from himself and his companions and put it on the counter, Roy nodded with satisfaction and continued:

"You are very obedient and cooperative."

The gun-wielding thug with the severed arm nodded repeatedly.

Then, in the next second, Roy pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gun-wielding thug never thought that after he obediently compensated the shopkeeper for the money, Roy would decisively shoot himself.

After taking out the gun-wielding thugs, Roy throws away his pistol and turns to leave the convenience store.

In the following time.

Roy, like last night, wanders the districts of Gotham like a ghost, stopping the crime with simple and brutal killings.

If it was said that he was yesterday, it was to make the crazy image of laughter deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so he ran around tirelessly to stop the criminals.

So tonight, the only reason he's doing these things is that he's bored right now.

That's right!

It's just boring!

Although the main quest released by the system was completed, he felt bored like never before.

He didn't know if he was inexplicably affected, or if the Joker's death made him feel some "pity".

All he knew now was that he was bored.

Particularly boring!

After slaughtering back and forth in the streets of Gotham for hours before he made his way back to the rooftop of the Kyle Building.

Removing the laughing suit from his body and the clown makeup on his face, he sat on the edge of the rooftop, took out a bottle of whiskey from the system space, and drank it into the bottle.

Tons of tons of ......

Bottle after bottle of whiskey was quickly drunk by him in two sips.

The empty bottle was casually tossed aside by him.

With his current physique, it is very difficult to get drunk and drunk.

Not to mention whiskey, even if he drinks 100% industrial alcohol now, it is impossible for him to get drunk.

So boring!

Why don't you be a world-destroying supervillain?

Before he knew it, the thought crossed Roy's mind.

However, he soon dismissed this idea.

His current strength is indeed not weak, but it is still not easy to destroy the earth with Superman Clarke.

Although he hasn't fought Superman Clark now, his instincts tell him that Clark is no weaker than him.

If you just look at the physique, Clark may still be above him.

Compared to Clark, his advantage is not in his physique and strength, but in the power of the stars.

Although Clark has superpowers such as heat rays and super breathing, compared to the power of the stars, whether it is heat rays or super breathing, they are simply like children's things.

If he wanted to, he could do the same with the power of the stars.

It is not difficult to even surpass heat rays and super breath in power.

It's really boring!

I don't know how many times he had a boring idea, Roy unconsciously used the super vision he had just obtained tonight, and used the television in it to look in the direction where the metropolis was.

Although he was in Gotham, with his super eyesight, he could see the situation on the Met's side very clearly.

After looking at the metropolis with super eyesight for a few minutes, Roy stood up.

Go find Superman Clark for a fight!

Although he didn't know why he felt inexplicable and intense boredom and emptiness tonight, he knew that in this situation, a fight with Superman Clark should be a good relief for his boredom tonight.

Clarke, who was in the Metropolis, would never have imagined that Roy, who was far away in Gotham, would suddenly have the idea of fighting him.

He wouldn't have imagined that after this idea popped into his mind, Roy immediately flew towards the Metropolis at a speed of more than Mach 100.

Although Gotham and Metropolis face each other across the sea, the actual distance between the two cities is not that far, only less than a hundred kilometers.

This distance, for Roy, who flew more than Mach 100, was a blink of an eye.

In less than 3 seconds, Roy was from the rooftop of the Kyle Building to the sky above the Met.

He didn't hide his aura and whereabouts, nor did he use a biological force field to isolate himself.

The ultra-high flight speed of more than Mach 100 created an amazing sonic boom like an intercontinental missile explosion, which resounded throughout the metropolis.

(End of chapter)