Bang!

Rorschach's form vanished in an instant.

A loud gunshot followed.

The Joker wasn't intimidating Rorschach either, he actually pulled the trigger.

One side doesn't care about the life or death of the hostages, and the other side really kills the only bargaining chip in his hand - this kind of confrontation is probably only seen in these two people.

A loud sound echoed through the vast space.

Bartholome? Of course he was dead.

A head was shattered by a bullet on the spot, and a mixture of red and white liquid spilled out.

There is no drama or any accidents.

As the saying goes: When a man is killed, he dies.

In the next second, Rorschach's hands seemed to be cast in iron, firmly choking the clown's throat.

Bursting gunfire rang out, but neither the bullet hit either Rorschach nor the Joker.

On the contrary, they inexplicably found that the barrel of the gun in their hand was already red.

Before he could figure out what was going on, flames ignited on the barrel of the gun and quickly spread to his body.

Listen to the men around him fall to the ground, rolling around in an attempt to extinguish the growing flames on his body.

The clown not only did not panic, but grinned.

"It turns out that you, like the dear bat, are reluctant to kill me......"

He smiled exaggeratedly, even a little writ.

"Do you love to look at me so much?"

"You're a mad dog who loves to chase cars." Rorschach finally spoke.

Ga!

With a crisp sound, the clown's body collapsed limply on the ground.

A tentacle emerges from Rorschach's body, moving precisely at the touch of his spine.

"Hahaha......"

The clown's maniacal laughter didn't last long before it stopped.

"Do you find that you can't recover from the place you were destroyed?"

Rorschach sneered.

The most scoundrel setting of the Joker is that he can tie the high-tech Batman melee with a crowbar, or that there are people working under a madman like him.

Rather, it can provide him with infinite self-healing ability, and the "Dionysian factor" that cannot be found on weekdays.

But Rorschach has a solution.

It's not just as simple as twisting the clown's neck.

Instead, a moment before he healed himself, he severed the link between the clown's brain and his spine, and transformed it into a "natural result".

Although it was complicated, in Rorschach's hands, it was done in less than half a second.

In this way, the clown's body is deceived: it will take it for granted.

Even though the self-healing effect is already there, the clown still can't move his body a bit.

As for why it wasn't killed or devoured, it was naturally because of the indescribable "clown virus" in the clown's body.

There's no need to risk yourself, and there's no need to have another clown in this world.

"Do you want to hear a joke?"

Rorschach grabbed the Joker's green hair like a dead dog, and said as he walked slowly towards the door of the warehouse.

I just made such a big noise, and no matter how inefficient the Gotham Police Department is, it's time for it to come.

"There was a guy who was suffering from depression, and he went to the doctor and said, 'I'm very unhappy, can you cure me?' ”

"The doctor said, 'Why don't you go and see the new clown in town?' His performance is so bad, with his personal self-absorption and the ugliness of his uncoordinated hands and feet, that anyone who feels that he is not good enough can feel that he is not so bad after watching his performance. ’”

"The patient started sobbing and said, 'But the doctor ......'"

The doctor ruthlessly interrupted him: 'I know who you are.' ”

As Rorschach let go of the Joker's head and casually let him fall to the ground, the sirens in the distance came much closer.

"Alright, I'm going to get busy, I hope you like the joke."

Even the Joker, who had caused Gotham to fall into great fear, could only move his face with difficulty, trying to look at Rorschach.

But Rorschach had long since disappeared from his view.

Only the shrill siren, which seemed to puncture the eardrums of the person, covered the shouts of the police.

"What a rarity."

Compared to the Joker, the first target Rorschach was looking for, the Riddler was much easier to find.

After all, he has been on TV, and both his image and voice are better tracked.

However, the location is also quite unusual, it is actually in the high-end restaurant "Iceberg Restaurant" opened by the penguin people.

Of course, Rorschach is now a "friend" of the Penguin, the "King of Gotham", so as soon as he appeared at the Iceberg Restaurant, he was respectfully invited in.

In the VIP box, Oswald Chesterfield Cobott and Edward Nigma were waiting at the table.

"Your restaurant is indeed thriving because of my presence."

Rorschach's words are not false, after all, he is now highly discussed.

Even if Rorschach just walked into the restaurant, if Rorschach walked out, the restaurant would at least look intact on the surface.

Then for the penguin people's underworld prestige, it is a great strengthening.

"When did you two get together?"

However, Rorschach's words were not very polite, the Riddler and the Penguin, the two who were able to remain free in Gotham City after Batman's retirement, it would not be reasonable to say that they did not have any communication.

"Ahem...... That's not too particular. ”

"Then let's get straight to the point." Rorschach pulled up a chair and sat across from the two.

"Now that I'm in a relationship with the bat, I'm going to have to ask you to go back to Arkham in order for him to be used by me with peace of mind."

Instead of panicking, the Riddler, named by Rorschach, smiled.

"Sir...... Our friendship ......"

Before the penguin could finish his words, Rorschach's next words lit up the Riddler's eyes.

"For the sake of fun, so be it: I'll make a riddle, and if I guess it right, I won't interfere in it, but if I can't, turn myself in and go back to Arkham."

For Rorschach, the "friendship" of the Penguins is nothing.

As far as the garrison of the Iceberg Restaurant is concerned, it is not enough for him to stuff his teeth.

So it's true that he only said this proposal for "fun".

"The day is a veil, and the night is a cover. We are crowded and avoid people's eyes. The heart of darkness, with the sword by its side. Sweeping the eight wildernesses, the light that has not been seen. ”

As soon as Rorschach finished speaking, the penguin saw the riddler he had dealt with for more than ten years, his slender eyebrows knotted in one place.

And at this moment, Edward Nigma, who resounded in Gotham's heart with the nickname "Riddler", set off a storm and waves.

You know, he's obsessed with guessing riddles.

These lines do sound like they were made up to riddles, or at least rhymed.

But to say what is this thing?

As a riddler, I really can't guess.

Could it be the bluffing gibberish uttered by the man in front of him?

Or does he have a mystery, but it's just covered up in this obscure way?

Or did he guess that he would think so, so he deliberately said something that had no mystery in it?

The Riddler's CPU began to run at breakneck speed.

Rorschach waited leisurely.

He didn't believe it, and the Riddler could guess that this was the oath of the "Ultraviolet Legion" hidden outside the Earth, outside the Seven-Colored Lantern Regiment.

If he could really guess, Rorschach would have to ask him what the Dark Knights were up to.

There are only two options: earn, and big earn.

After a few moments, the penguin stared blankly at the Riddler, who was also friend and foe, and calmly stepped into the police car.

He was not surprised to say that the Riddler was arrested, but because the Riddle could not guess the arrest......

He stiffened his face and looked at the laid-back Rorschach.

"See what I'm doing? Serve! ”