Chapter 140

Chapter 140

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Joker, who experienced a reverse rollover while sitting in a truck, felt like the sky was spinning around. After the truck turned over, all the glass products were in this The brief moment was broken, his face was cut, blood was flowing everywhere, but he was lucky, the guy next to him was stabbed in the heart by a large piece of glass, and he was long dead.

He crawled out of the broken window with difficulty, holding an automatic rifle in his hand, first fell to the ground, breathed for a few seconds, and then squeezed his body with the gun. Get up from the ground.

He walked staggering, just like a drunk drunk. He fell down twice at the beginning. It seems that the shock just now affected his sense of balance, but his expression was Very happy, both of his hands were holding the rifle, and he saw Batman riding on a motorcycle moving towards him from the empty street in front.

Joker’s entire face is filled with a weird smile. He is holding a rifle and moving towards shooting frantically ahead. At this distance, the bullet has no formidable power at all, but Cyber ​​knows what he wants to do .

Just like a matador wearing a red cloak, he is trying to provoke Batman, he threw away his rifle, he stood in place, watching the bat motorcycle with huge wheels moved towards He rushed over.

He simply didn't think about avoiding it.

Under the dim street lamp of Gotham, at the intersection of Darkness and Light, he stood there, and the smile on the face covered with oil and blood grew more and more, as if this nobody The place of silence is his stage, and he is waiting for the appearance of another dance partner.

"Come on, come on."

He muttered to himself, his eyes widened and stared at Batman, who was getting closer and closer to him. Look carefully, his The body trembled a little. Cyber ​​was watching all this in the shadow on one side. He put all his eyes on Joker. This person is very strange. This is the most unique of all the villains he has seen before and now. that one.

He is crazy, but he has a careful thinking that is completely free from the constraints of civilized rules and moral values.

He is stubborn, stubbornly pursuing what he has always wanted to do, even if it's just an idea that pops up in his mind.

He is changeable, like a typical manic psychopath, but when he is quiet, he has an attractive characteristic.

It is almost like a mixture of contradictions. His existence itself is the best embodiment of the chaos of human nature. He is already abnormal. He always looks at his encounters from a higher level. All the problems reached, and then there are weird but useful means to solve.

Cyber ​​didn't even take a look at Bruce. In this case, he knew what choice Bruce would make, and he naturally understood what Joker wanted to do.

His pursuit has never changed. He wants Bruce to take off his mask. More appropriately, he wants Bruce to break his own principles, because he doesn't believe them at all.

Everything he did, terror, murder, crime, all the purpose of all this is to prove that Batman is just a hypocrite, and he wants to prove that on some levels, Batman is indistinguishable from him. Therefore, he will even pay his own life as the price of the game.

The engine turbulence of the Batmotorbike became louder and louder, Bruce leaned on the body, and the rays of light in his eyes became colder and colder. When Cyber ​​was about to kill Joker, he stopped. But the price paid was the death of innocent people.

There will be no correct answer to this kind of human choice, but what Joker has done really transfers that kind of pressure to his shoulders. Every day I see innocent people. By dying because of him, Bruce's guilt in his heart will be stronger.

He looked at Joker standing in the rays of light with his hands spread out. He could even see the mockery on the painted face, expecting a smile mixed with excitement, a danger The thought of pulsing in Bruce's heart.

"Bump over!"

A voice echoed in his mind, "Bump over! As long as you run into it, death ends all one's troubles!"

Bruce's bottom line is faintly shaking. The principle he shot for himself is shaken. He will not kill, but if this lunatic is allowed to continue, more innocent people will be threatened, and their lives and lives will be peaceful. Will be completely broken, and his life.

The life that has been planned will also be completely ruined.

"Kill him, kill him will end it all!"

Bruce gritted his teeth, the speed of the bat motorcycle is getting faster and faster, and it deepens when I hear it. At the moment when the shadow of screamed, Joker's smile grew stronger and stronger. As a man who is very experienced in manipulating the mind, he knew that he could feel that the stupid principle that Batman insisted was breaking through.

In the dim rays of light, in the black oil paint, the rays of light in his eyes become more and more prosperous, like a ignited flame. It means that what he is after is already at his fingertips.

"Come on, hit me! Hit me! Break it, you don't need it!"

Joker's mumbling continued, he spread his arms out, It's like embracing the impact. With the speed of the Bat motorcycle and the accumulated kinetic energy, if it really hits this time, Joker will die instantly if he has ten lives.

But life...If this thing is not used to pursue what you want, what is the meaning of it?

Do you really want to live a lifetime like an ordinary person?

Life, this is the bet of the game, it is a consumable, whether it is his or other people's, it is the same.

This is true fairness, isn't it?

"Ah!!!"

Bruce, who was swinging between dangerous thoughts, let out an angry roar, as if to motivate himself to break through the restraints he shot, the distance between the two is only It’s less than 50 meters, almost in the blink of an eye, and Joker’s voice began to roar in this brief moment, "Bump me! Come on! Break it!"

" I...can’t!"

"hong"

At the last moment, he finally jumped in direction. At the highest speed, he almost ran into Joker. However, a sharp turn at this speed is almost like suicide. Even a high-performance locomotive like the Batmobile can't stand such a rapid deflection. The engine stalled, and he threw the car away from Joker and landed on the ground. raise upwards moved twice.

The Batmobile hit the wreckage of the truck, and Bruce was thrown out, and he fell to the ground, seeming to be in a coma.

"che, is that right?"

Joker took his life back, but he didn't have any joy at all. He held his hair in frustration, as if losing his temper. Like a bad kid.

"Aaaah!"

He turned around and looked at Batman who was blocking the ground. He tilted his head and seemed to be interested again. He stood there and thought for a while. Then he whistled happily, put his hand in his pocket, took out a black switchblade, humming a weird song, shaking his hands, stepping on a certain cheerful pace, moved towards Batman and walked over.

"You always can't learn it, ha! You feel that you are impossible to be destroyed, ha!"

He licked his bright red lips, and he looked at the black who lost his resistance. Bat, his eyes were squeezed, and a villain of the Joker gang who crawled out of the truck extended the hand, trying to take off Batman's visor, but just when his finger touched the connection between the visor and Battle Armor At the time, a bounce of blue electric sparks knocked him out.

Joker screamed, rushed over and knocked the guy down. He used a knife to put a knife on this guy's neck and said very seriously,

"He is mine! "

Looking at those eyes filled with a certain excitement, the guy in Joker's help trembles, and madly replied,

"Yes, yes!"

Joker patted his face with satisfaction, imitating the way he was shocked, making an unsightly face, and then he half-kneeled beside Batman who was unconscious, and he used a knife to make gestures on his neck. There was a surprise mixed with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

It’s like receiving a courier, only to find that the merchant has sent the wrong thing. He seems to be hesitant to take off the mask, because once it is taken off, it means the game is over. .

But he hasn't played enough yet...

This hesitation did not last long.

"ka ka"

Two guns were aimed at his head from two directions. Joker turned his head. Behind him, there are two men with hoods and helmets. Reload the police.

They took off their masks and revealed their hidden faces. It was the guy who should have died and should have disappeared.

Jim Gordon, John Blake, they pointed their guns at Joker’s head from left to right, forcing him to stand up from the ground, Joker with a trace of anger, a trace of unhappiness, and a trace of relaxation, Throwing away the knife in his hand obediently, stood up, and when Robin put the handcuffs on his arm, he kept complaining,

"Damn... why do you always do this , Always appear when I am happiest!"

When he was put in the prison car, Joker sat there, before the car door closed, he "sincerely" looked at Gordon. Say,

"You also learned the rules of the game, right?"

"My dear Gordon, I am so happy... Welcome again Join the game."

Gordon ignored him, closed the car door with his hand, turned, and looked at Sheriff Smith. Two middle age persons hugged each other and patted each other on the back.

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"This very good, Gordon...you are not dead, this very good."

"Sorry, Smith, but the police department...I have to keep it secret, except You and Robin, I really don’t know who I should trust."

Robin is standing in the dark. In front of him, he is a man with a ghost face with his left arm propped on his chin. took a deep breath, looked at Cyber, and whispered,

"I caught him."

"en?"

Cyber ​​looked at Robin , To be honest, he was a little surprised after seeing Gordon and Robin take off their masks, but he was even more curious about what Robin wanted to say to him.

He took off the ghost face in the dark and looked at Robin. The two people looked at each other. Robin’s eyes no longer dodge this time. He whispered,

"I’m going to New York I saw the old man and was trained by him. I went to see Katherine. She also had friends in that school. She chatted with Mr. Charles, and then went to Central City to see Kevin and Sergei. After receiving the secretary's secret After the news, I sneaked back to Gotham, and I went to the cemetery. Those people, although I don’t like them very much, my profession and my ideals told me that I shouldn’t be too close to them."

This youngster looked towards the surrounding darkness, he took a deep breath,

"I used to do that too, but Mr. Charles told me that I shouldn’t ignore the people around me for the sake of my ideals. On the way, I was thinking about this problem, thinking about you, Kevin, Katherine and others, what they mean to me, I used to depend on old man for life, Mr. Gordon was my life mentor, for a while, I was very I hate you and will even reject Katherine...I think you broke my life. Kevin and the others have made my life and my ideals become a mess."

Cyber ​​made a call Yawning, he said impatiently,

"What the hell do you want to say?"

Although it was very rude, in the dark, Cyber's eyes softened.

"I want to say... ideals do not conflict with my family. I want Gotham to become peaceful, but I also have to protect my family, because you did the same. I’m sorry, I was wrong. , Cyber, my big brother."

Robin pointed to the slowly starting prisoner car over there, "Just like you told me, only by jumping out of that circle can you do what you want without being affected. Only by becoming Spectre can you seize those fleeting opportunities. I use actual actions to atone for their sins. I helped Kevin take revenge for them, in my own way."

"Well, welcome back. ."

Cyber ​​put on the ghost face again, his voice became in a low, muffled voice, "my younger brother."

After a while, the black battleaxe restarted, Cyber ​​looked back,

"But Robin, be careful, this may not be over yet."