Harvey walked out of the city hall in handcuffs. On both sides of him were people from the Gotham Police Station. Smith looked at him. The current head of the Gotham Police Station patted him on the shoulder and applauded.
He was the first, then the second, and the third. It was a compliment, a sign of recognition.
All the police officers knew that Harvey could not be Batman. Smith had seen Harvey and Batman appear at the same time, but anyone with a brain knew why Harvey was doing this.
He was using his own safety as a bet to force the Joker out from hiding in some corner of the city. He wanted the Joker to know that there was a net in front of him, and he had to jump into it. No one doubted the feasibility of this plan. Everyone present was a veteran police officer who had dealt with criminals for many years. They knew very well that criminals like the Joker had their own beliefs.
They were also very stubborn. He would definitely come. No one doubted that!
The city hall was not far from the Wayne Building, so when Harvey walked out in handcuffs, he saw Rachel standing by the side. In fact, the police officer escorting him had suggested removing the handcuffs three times, but Harvey did not care. This would make the people more convinced.
He saw Rachel. Rachel strode over with Afo. She grabbed Harvey's hand.
"Why did you do this? He can do it. You need to give him some confidence. You don't have to take such a risk. "
Although the beauty in front of him had rejected him not long ago, Harvey did not hide his love for Rachel. He shrugged. He should have given Rachel a gentle kiss, but he had his own principles. He got into the police car and waved at Rachel.
"Don't worry, I'll be back … Let's play a game."
His tone was light. He took out his silver coin with some difficulty. "Heads, I came back safely. Tails, let's go on another date. How about it?"
Rachel was so angry that she laughed. Harvey's smile was very infectious. She also smiled. After all, Batman and Saber, the two best fighters in Gotham, would be escorting Harvey all the way. It seemed that the possibility of Harvey being in danger was not high. She crossed her arms.
"Harvey, do you really want to rely on luck to decide this matter?"
Harvey Dent pursed his lips. Before the police car door closed, he threw the silver coin in his hand to Rachel.
"No, I don't believe in luck."
The police car drove towards the police station with an ear-piercing siren. Rachel looked at the silver coin in her hand. On the front side, there was a portrait of a character, and on the back side, there was still a portrait of a character.
This was a rare coin … According to the year it was issued, the coin's value could not be measured.
"Yes, you don't believe in luck."
Rachel took a deep breath and looked at the police car in the distance. "You create luck …"
"Quick, quick, quick!"
Fully armed, Sergeant Smith stood at the entrance of the police station. He was wearing a bulletproof vest and a steel helmet. He shouted at his subordinates.
"Hurry up and get dressed. Everyone has to participate!"
Soon, there were many policemen in front of him. They took out automatic weapons that they would not normally use, shotguns and gas grenades used to disperse crowds. They looked at Smith.
"You all know what we're going to do tonight, right?"
Smith shouted. Gordon's most trusted sergeant was a balding middle-aged man. He had been in the police station for more than 20 years. He was a veteran tough guy and had a lot of prestige. He waved his arms.
"That bastard killed seven police officers in the past two weeks! He even killed Gordon and Uncle Laurent. If there's anyone in this city that I want to kill with my own hands, Joker is definitely the first! Tonight, we're going to escort Harvey to prison. Yes, we all know that he's innocent, but we also need to know that he sacrificed himself for Gotham! "
"That's something that we should be doing!"
Smith's gaze swept across the eyes of everyone in front of him. He did not see any fear.
"Very well, we're walking with a hero! Get dressed. We'll leave in five minutes! "
Everyone started to get busy again. Smith opened the door of the police car that was used to detain heavy criminals. This kind of car was a special kind of car. Unless a large caliber war weapon was used, it was impossible to penetrate the steel plates around it. The use of this kind of car showed how much the police valued Harvey.
This was a form of careful protection.
Smith checked the condition of the car one last time before opening the door and sitting in the passenger seat. He held a shotgun in his hand. He looked around and saw a heavily armed policeman wearing a helmet sitting in the driver's seat. The policeman nodded at him. In the backseat, there was another guy who was also wearing a helmet. Only a pair of eyes could be seen. They looked like two ruthless characters.
"I hope you guys can fight, buddy."
Sergeant Smith leaned back comfortably in the chair and hugged his gun. "Tonight is going to be a sleepless night in Gotham. We might not even be able to make it back."
Even a tough guy would struggle in his heart. He had a wife and children, but when he saw his comrades die one by one, even he would have to pick up a weapon and fight Joker to the death.
This was Gotham. This was a civilized place! This was not a barbaric place where whoever was more ruthless would have a better life. Joker would not be able to turn this place into his own evil kingdom.
At eight o 'clock in the evening, the prison van started moving. In front were two heavily armed police cars filled with policemen. Behind them were seven Mustang police cars filled with policemen. There were also two heavily armed armored vehicles following behind them. More policemen were stationed at the various junctions from the police station to the prison. Once they encountered a situation, they would be able to receive support from anywhere.
This was a force that could not be destroyed in the city.
In an even darker corner, a black armored vehicle that was as large as a tank started its engine silently. Its wheels, which were as tall as a man, rolled over the ground of Gotham, but the sound it made was only the size of a small sedan. It trailed far behind the convoy, so it was completely inconspicuous.
On the other side of the convoy, Saber, who was carrying a sword on his back, put on the Devil's Mask and jumped onto the black Tomahawk. Two rows of eight headlights were turned on. The steel beast vibrated slightly under the control of its owner. It carried him silently into the darkness.
In the sky above the city, a police helicopter took off five minutes after the convoy set off. Four heavily armed police officers with long and short weapons sat on the helicopter. If it weren't for the fact that there was no need to cross the bridge across the sea from the police station to the prison, the patrol boats would have been sent up as well.
The police and their allies had done their best. The net that targeted the dangerous people had been cast. All of this was for the person who was about to walk into the net …
The Joker, the person who turned the city upside down with his own strength. After escaping from the prison, the person who had not shown his face again.
“shit！”
The policeman in the police car saw a ball of fire in the darkness. There was no one on the road. He cursed and grabbed the communicator.
"There's an obstacle in front! It's completely blocking the road … He wants to force us into the underground tunnel! "
Captain Smith also saw the large fire truck that was completely set ablaze in the middle of the road, blocking the road ahead completely. He asked loudly.
"Can we go around it?"
"No, sir. We don't know what's in the truck. It could explode at any time!"
"F * ck!"
Smith punched the car window. He scratched his head. "Then go into the tunnel and rush to Fifth Avenue as fast as you can!"
"Yes, sir!"
The convoy turned slowly. Smith stared at the burning fire truck. On the front of the red truck, there was a clumsy drawing of the Joker. It was burning as if the Joker was silently mocking them.
He gritted his teeth and opened the safety of his gun. The guy in the second row did the same. They knew.
The Joker was coming!
As a modern city, there were many underground tunnels in Gotham City. The tunnel that they were taking was about three thousand meters long. At full speed, it would take them less than three minutes to get out of the tunnel, but everyone in the car knew that it would not be that easy.
Everyone was prepared for battle. However, surprise attacks were always unexpected.
Sheriff Smith turned his head to look at the dark tunnel outside the window. On the other side, there were vehicles moving in the opposite direction. He saw a heavy truck coming from the front with a container on its back. There seemed to be nothing wrong with it. But the next moment, he saw the truck swing outward and then slam into the guardrail of the two roads. With a crazy momentum, it hit the armored vehicle at the front of the convoy head-on.
Bang!
In this kind of collision between a small size and a large size, even the armored vehicle that was designed for urban warfare was at an extreme disadvantage. The truck with a very high chassis almost crushed the armored vehicle. The front of the truck was lifted up high. Under the pressure of the armored vehicle, the truck crashed into the cement pillar at the top of the tunnel.
Flames, explosions, all of these smashed in front of everyone in a bombardment. The police car following behind the armored vehicle had no time to step on the brakes. It crashed straight into the back of the armored vehicle, whose roof had been crushed, and was quickly engulfed by the flames.
"Turn! Turn out! "
Smith held his gun and shouted. The heavily-armed police officer who was driving the car turned the steering wheel. The sturdy prison van also crashed into the guardrail in the middle of the road and rushed into another lane. However, the next moment, another truck drove in from the back. On its container, there was a line of words written in flames.
"Massacre is the best medicine."
This was what Saber said to the Joker. Obviously, he listened. Under the gaze of the rest of the police officers, the center of the container was pulled open. The Joker's members were half-kneeling on the ground, holding shoulder-fired rocket launchers. They were wearing various Joker masks. Standing in the middle of them was a Joker with a pistol in his hand.
He was still wearing his dirty purple suit and black gloves. His face was covered in white paint, his eye sockets were black, and his scarred mouth was dark red. In the high-speed car, he smiled at everyone in the motorcade. He waved the muzzle of the gun in his hand randomly, shooting random bullets everywhere.
"Hello, the game … is about to start!"
Bang!
The rocket was launched. At a distance of less than 20 meters between the two sides, this destructive weapon almost instantly hit the Mustang police car following behind the prison car, and then it exploded. The scorching flames and the wreckage that was blown up into the sky instantly blocked all the cars following behind.
In front of the prison van, there was a heavily-armed police car that insisted on moving forward. However, the Joker grabbed the rifle in his hand and opened fire with his evil minions. Soon, the windows of the police car were shattered. Four or five of the villains fell under the counterattack of the police. Then, they were kicked down one by one by the Joker.
Behind the truck, there was an armed pickup truck. The villains who were also wearing Joker masks set up the Vulcan machine gun fixed behind the pickup truck. This black and terrifying thing should have appeared in the battlefields of the Middle East and not in a city like Gotham. Amidst the maniacal laughter of those lawless bastards, bullets flew out like a storm in the darkness.
Tens of thousands of bullets pierced through the heavily-armed police car in less than two seconds. A dazzling fireball lit up the darkness.
The flying bullets and the roar of the explosion lit up the entire dark tunnel. Smith grabbed the shotgun and looked at everything in horror. Everyone's guns had given him courage, but now it seemed that in the face of these crazy opponents, even if he had a gun, he would not feel safe.
"Charge out! Speed up, don't get entangled with them! Charge out of the tunnel! "
He grabbed the communication device and shouted, "Charge out, and we will have air support! They will turn them into a hornet's nest from the sky! "
However, just as Smith finished speaking, Joker personally lifted the grenade launcher. Amidst his crazy shout, a crooked grenade was shot out of the barrel and hit the heavily-armed police car in front of them.
"Boom!"
At this moment, the explosion completely engulfed the dark blue police car. It flew up and smashed onto the cement floor above. Smith looked at the approaching flames and turned to look at the policeman in the driver's seat. His partner's eyes were wide open. It seemed that he did not even think of dodging. Instead, he rushed towards the burning wreckage in front of him. Smith grabbed the handlebars of the car tightly.
His pupils grew bigger and bigger. In the end, he could not hold back the fear that burst out from his throat.
"No!!"
"Bang!"
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