When Selina sent the message, the main body and the clone had already been practicing their acting skills in the Life Foundation's research building for a while.
The Dark Knight and Joker weren't the only two main characters present, as well as Carlton, the tool.
There was also a large group of enthusiastic photographers and live commentators — more than twenty paparazzi from San Francisco's famous TV stations.
As he deliberately suppressed the pace of the battle, the number of paparazzi was increasing rapidly.
By the end of the performance, there would be more than a hundred paparazzi present, enough to shoot 360 degrees with no blind spots.
Joker and the knight stood on two lonely load-bearing pillars, facing each other at the top of the dilapidated wall that was more than ten stories high.
This was the suburbs, so of course there was no light.
But the free photographers had brought their own lights, and the helicopters in the sky took turns to project their searchlights over to ensure that the area around them was always bright.
What? Carlton, who was caught by Joker, was also a human? Sorry, he was just a tool. No one treated this big bad guy who researched viruses and almost destroyed the world as a human.
The Dark Knight and Joker were like two kings standing in their respective halos.
At this moment, the Dark Knight's tattered cape fluttered behind him. There were obvious dents in his armor, and one of his lenses was cracked. The blue light on the lens was intermittent, but he still stood tall.
Joker maintained his slightly bowed posture. His purple suit was covered in dust, and his pale face was covered in dust. Blood flowed out of his blood-red mouth from time to time, but his black eye sockets were still as breathtaking as ever.
He grabbed Carlton's neck with one hand and let the CEO hang from his hand. A classic smile appeared on his face. "Mr. Knight, let's play a little game. You chop off one of your arms, and I won't chop off one of his arms. How about that? "
As the number one cosplayer, the Dark Knight was naturally very professional.
So, he didn't reply and just rushed over.
Crack! One of Carlton's arms was broken.
A female reporter exclaimed excitedly, "Go, Knight! Kill all the bad guys!"
The cameraman behind her didn't even look at the huge arc that he used to love, even though it was twisting and turning a meter away.
This photographer wasn't a fan of the Dark Knight, but a fan of his strength.
That was because the Knight didn't need to be good-looking. He just needed to be as invincible as Batman.
Was that Joker trying to use Carlton to stall for time? That was purely a joke!
Joker had just exposed a lot of dirt on this guy.
Carlton first tricked homeless people into conducting dangerous drug experiments, then directly captured homeless people to conduct even more terrifying experiments. Recently, he even tried to directly bring back a super virus from another planet to conduct research.
He was even more damned than Joker!
At the very least, Joker's naughtiness was straightforward and magnanimous. He even looked a little handsome? The photographer shook his head to get rid of this dangerous thought.
However, there was a direct memory left in his mind, which was that Joker was very strong.
This wasn't the photographer's imagination. The 20-minute battle between Joker and the Dark Knight had already destroyed half of the building.
Prior to this, the paparazzi who had rushed over after receiving Joker's self-disclosure did not know that they would be able to witness the spectacle of a building being torn down by human hands.
Hmm … Ignoring the green fatty, that person's cross-section was at least five times thicker than Joker's.
More importantly, Green Fatty was nowhere as handsome as Joker!
After President Carlton lost another limb, the battle began again.
Two figures, one black and one purple, once again broke through the building, leaving afterimages in their wake as they fought fiercely.
The sound of the building being destroyed and the buzzing of the helicopters around them could not suppress Joker's arrogant laughter. "Hahahaha, Carlton is going to die, Mr. Knight. Aiya, he took another punch from you. The poor bird is flattened. Aiya, his sternum is cracked. How scary. "
The reporters gritted their teeth. Despicable! Joker had actually used Carlton's body to block the Dark Knight's punches and kicks.
Obviously, the Dark Knight had suffered greatly because of his principle of not killing people.
Several times, Joker had used Carlton to block attacks and then sent the Knight flying.
This guy was a monster! He could actually use his body to resist armor and even destroy parts of it. This was completely illogical.
Rumble!
After a series of violent tremors and shattering sounds, the eleventh floor, which had just become the top floor of the research building, collapsed again.
Two figures dashed out and stood on either side of the large hole, separated by more than 20 meters.
A large piece of the Dark Knight's cloak was missing. Joker's face was covered in blood, and one of his arms and chest were deformed abnormally.
Won? That was what the reporters thought, but they did not dare to come to a conclusion.
This Joker was simply too strong. Just now, he had already made them excited … no, disappointed many times.
Sure enough, Joker's deformed hand was still holding Carlton.
He did not seem to feel any pain as he held Carlton in front of him and sized him up. He shook his head regretfully. "You're going to die like this. It seems that you don't even have the right to be a bad guy."
As he spoke, he casually threw Carlton down from the eleven-storey building.
The Dark Knight's figure flashed, and a rope dart flew toward Carlton, trying to save him.
Joker, however, seemed to have predicted this. He also leaped out and grabbed the rope dart. Just like that, he quickly wrapped his arm around it and closed the distance between them.
There was a loud boom, and then a series of crackling sounds. The two of them, who had crashed into each other, punched and kicked each other, and fell into the dilapidated research building.
Just like that, Carlton the tool fell down, down, and down. With a thud, he smashed into a cement block and turned into a distorted human shape.
A few seconds later, the purple figure broke through a wall and charged out.
Under everyone's gaze, Joker's figure jumped a few times and disappeared into the darkness. "Hahahaha, I had a lot of fun tonight. Lucky audience, accept a little gift from me — a little pumpkin of love. "
Before the reporters could come back to their senses, orange pumpkin-shaped objects rained down from the sky. Boom!
Boom! Boom!
With a series of explosions, the pumpkin bombs formed a huge ring of fire that surrounded more than ten reporters, and the flames were still spreading toward the center.
They cried out in fear for help.
It happened so suddenly that no one dared to rush into the fire.
A black shadow flashed in the building, and the Dark Knight rushed out. A few small black cylinders shot at the ring of fire, quickly suppressing the flames.
"Come out," he said. He also entered the ring of fire, grabbed a few female reporters who were scared out of their wits, and threw them out of the ring of fire.
Bang! Bang! Five or six female reporters were thrown onto the grass. Although their bodies were in pain, they were not injured.
The cameramen were much stronger and more courageous, and they dashed out in a few steps.
Without such a strong physique, how could they carry equipment that weighed more than ten kilograms to fight for news?
Less than ten seconds after the dozen or so people escaped, the ring of fire was once again filled with flames. Even the gap that had been suppressed earlier had disappeared.
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