Harvey's ability to act was super strong. It seems that after accepting Saber's theory of anarchism, he suddenly became fearless.
When Saber rushed into the cabin, bullets were already flying in the wide space. As a former prosecutor, even if Harvey had experienced life and death, it was impossible for him to become a powerful fighter in an instant. Therefore, his only purpose was to divert the attention of the gangsters who survived the explosion to him.
Harvey, this lunatic, didn't even aim when shooting!
Naturally, he couldn't hit anyone, but at least before the bullets ran out, he still miraculously suppressed the other side. Saber rushed in and rewarded them with four grenades. After emptying two magazines, he pulled out a straight blade and began the final cleaning work in the flying scraps of paper and flowing blood on the ground.
"Puff"
A guy with a broken arm lying on the ground wailing was pierced through the heart. Saber didn't even look at him, but looked at the burning fire in front of him. Joker burned half of the money, Harvey's grenades blew up the flames everywhere. At the end of the battle, the two pairs of money were basically ignited. They didn't have a fire extinguisher on hand, so they could only watch the 800 million dollars in front of them turn into ashes …
In fact, it wasn't all of it. There were still about 40 to 50 million scattered around.
But whether it was Saber or Harvey, they didn't care too much about these things. Not to mention whether the gangsters' money would attract the attention of the judicial system, the two of them weren't the kind of people who cared too much about money.
"Wurz ran away?"
Harvey asked nonchalantly as his right arm was shot. He tore a strip of cloth from the corpse beside him and wrapped it around his arm. The battle with bullets flying everywhere didn't seem to have frightened him at all. Instead, he was faintly excited.
Saber glanced at him and put his finger on his mouth.
"Shh!"
Harvey knowingly covered his mouth, then he saw Saber quietly climb up the ladder to the deck that had been removed. Like a cat climbing, he didn't make a sound. Saber listened carefully. In this empty area, there were almost no other sounds except the crackling of the flames on the ground. He put his ear to the wall leading to the deeper cabin.
Soon, he caught the sound of running from afar, and he could even hear the sound of heavy breathing.
Under the ghost mask, he grinned and landed on the ground, then quickly walked into the shadows of the cabin. Harvey sat there and played with the coin in his hand in boredom. He muttered some nonsense. After he tossed the coin back and forth 12 times, Saber walked out of the darkness, dragging a guy who looked like a dead dog.
Wurz was so scared that his legs were trembling. A wet trail was drawn on his back. Obviously, he wasn't as strong as he thought. Saber walked to Harvey and threw Wurz to the ground with his left hand.
"Look at him. Did you catch the wrong person? This guy looks as timid as a mouse."
Harvey's left face was full of disgust. "I hate mice."
"The ones who survive to the end are often not the bravest. Just like those stories in history …"
Saber stabbed Wurz's left leg with the straight blade in his hand. The ear-piercing scream made both of them frown. After more than 10 seconds, Saber finished what he wanted to say.
"The bravest ones died at the beginning."
"So, are we going to kill him?"
Harvey's two different eyes shone with an inexplicable light. He stood up and rubbed his hands. Without Saber's urging, he threw the coin in his hand into the sky.
The first time, "Tails!"
The second time, "Tails!"
The third time, "Tails!"
"Oh …"
Saber dragged his voice. He looked at Harvey suspiciously. He picked up a rope from the side and wrapped it around Wurz's hands. "Do you want him to die so badly?"
Harvey shrugged. Half of his body was standing in the dim light from the top of the cabin. The other half was hidden in the darkness. He kept flicking the coin in his hand with his left hand and smiled mysteriously.
"It's not me. I swear … this is his original fate. Really … the first one to let go of the dog leash and experience all the despair. Saber … are you sure you didn't leave him to the end on purpose?"
Saber quickly climbed up the ladder and wrapped the rope in his hand around the beam on the top of the cabin. He then jumped down the ladder. Wurz screamed in panic. His body was pulled into the air by the rope. His left leg was still bleeding.
Below them, Seiber and Harvey walked out side by side, completely ignoring Wurz's screams. Seiber turned around and glanced at Wurz, who was waiting for his death in this godforsaken place, and said to Harvey, "Let's go.
"I swear … I really didn't find him. Of course, the final reward after the baptism of fear is also so exciting … It's like a jar of wine sealed in death. The longer it lasts, the more fragrant it will be."
He put his arm around Harvey's shoulder. A smell of blood entered his nostrils. Saber snorted.
"Tell me, do you want to go to Mexico to help my brothers? I will do my best to help you find a cure for your condition. You see, it's not easy to meet someone who can compete with Joker in terms of intelligence. I won't let you go so easily. "
"Well, that depends on what fate has in store."
Under the hazy night of Gotham, a rolling metallic glow appeared above their heads.
"Ding."
Coleman Reese.
In the past 27 years, there was no evidence that he would become a big shot. As a member of the Gotham District Tax Bureau, he was sent to Wayne Industries to supervise the payment of taxes. It wasn't an easy job, especially when faced with the regional tyrant, Wayne Industries. Coleman's every move was monitored by the employees of the company.
However, it was undeniable that there were many areas that he could investigate. A while ago, after the cooperation between Wayne Industries and Liu's investment company was forcefully ended, Coleman was busy for a long time. However, during an accidental investigation, he discovered something that wasn't right.
This was the reason why he appeared at Gotham TV station this time.
"Do you really know Batman's true identity?"
The host looked at Coleman Reese with a serious face. This small employee was wearing his best clothes. Sitting in front of the camera, he seemed a little nervous. However, in the face of this question, he nodded firmly.
"Yes, I know! Moreover, I believe that Harvey Dent is completely a scapegoat for Batman. Now, the whole of Gotham knows that he was seriously injured and went missing. Doesn't anyone suspect anything? I'm here today to uphold the morals of a citizen. I'm here to expose Batman's scam! "
"Ah, that's really high-sounding."
Lucius snorted and reached out to take off his glasses. Beside him, Rachel and Afo looked worried. Bruce leaned there indifferently. After Harvey went missing, Bruce was full of guilt towards the prosecutor who once represented the light and justice of Gotham. Coupled with the recent incident with Gordon's wife, this tough guy was now full of decadence.
He might even think that Coleman's revelation of his identity was a form of relief for him, who was in a difficult situation.
"This greedy guy rushed into my office two weeks ago and used a copy of the original design of the Batmobile that he found to threaten me."
Lucius used his left arm to support his chin. His face was full of disdain. "He asked us to give him 10 million every year until he dies. He's asking for too much."
"Then how did you reject him? I'm very curious. "
Ah Fu asked. A smug smile appeared on Lucius's face. "I asked him back, 'Do you think your client, one of the richest and most powerful people in the world, is actually a chivalrous hero who beats criminals into minced meat in the middle of the night with his bare hands? And you … plan to blackmail such a person … Hmm?'" Lucius asked Ah Fu.
Lucius told him what he had said at that time and shrugged his shoulders.
"I even wished him good luck. I didn't expect this guy to be so crazy. Did he really think that after he exposed Bruce's identity, he would still be able to get the so-called 'reward' from Gotham TV? We can sue him at any time for slandering Bruce's reputation. At the end of the day, he doesn't have any real ability. "
Bruce did not speak. Rachel put her hand on his shoulder worriedly. This smart woman could feel Bruce's inner struggle, but unfortunately, at least in this matter, no one could help him.
No … there was one person.
"We wish Harvey Dent a speedy recovery because God knows that we really need him now."
The host casually said a few words and then pressed the answer button.
"Then let us take the next call … Sir, who are you?"
As soon as the host finished speaking, a gloomy voice sounded in the ears of the audience watching the live broadcast of "Reveal Batman's Identity." Everyone was familiar with this voice because in recent times, whenever it appeared, it meant that someone had been killed or that something terrible had happened.
"I imagine a world without Batman. This city's underworld gangs are uncreative and keep making small amounts of money. Our incompetent police work hard to shut them down, but they can only shut down a few at a time. Then they call it a 'great victory.' It's so boring!"
Joker's voice was calm, with a hint of magnetism unique to him. He chuckled, like a mastermind hiding in the dark, watching all the changes behind the scenes. He whispered, "I've changed my mind.
I don't want Mr. Coleman Reese to ruin everything I'm enjoying now. But how can I be happy alone when I'm having so much fun? Let's give the others a chance … If Coleman Reese is not dead in an hour, I'll … "
Bang!
Before Clown could finish his words, the screening room that was being broadcasted was thrown into chaos. The wooden wall was shattered as a man with a red ghost mask, armor, and a long saber on his back strode in. He pulled out a pistol and pressed it against the chin of Coleman Reese, who was running away in a hurry, under everyone's watchful eyes.
He looked at the man and shook his head.
"Do you know?"
His deep voice, which was more terrifying than Joker's, rang in everyone's ears. "Your mistake is that how can you ordinary people win in a lunatic's game? I'll be frank. The only person who can deal with a lunatic is another lunatic. "
Bang!
Mr. Coleman, who was trying to make a fortune with the information in his hand, fell to the ground without a word. Half of his skull was cracked open, and the red blood that gushed out dyed the entire camera red. Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, the man who killed a person casually approached the blood-stained camera amidst the screams of the crowd. He picked up the phone beside him.
"Hi, Joker. Buddy, you just said … what do you want to do?"
This unusual action stunned the clown for a moment, but soon, his playful voice was heard again. Since everyone in the television station had run away, no one came to turn off the live broadcast. The conversation between the two lunatics continued in the middle of a blood-stained, blood-soaked corpse behind them, and half of the wall was dyed red.
"Mr. Red, we just met last night … To be honest, you and that person, hehe. Alright, I won't reveal his identity here. What I mean is, do you want to use this method to save this city?"
Saber pulled the camera towards him. His deep voice echoed throughout the city.
"No, Joker. I don't want to save this city. I only want you … I just want to know, when I twist your head off, will you still show me that iconic smile?"
The clown turned a blind eye to the threat and spoke in a languid voice.
"Look at you, citizens of Gotham. After Batman, you have a second hero. I'm sure that he has also experienced a nightmarish life. If not, why would he be dressed like a flying devil … But I'm more curious. How can I get you to join me and Mr. Red's game?"
"You see, he and I have agreed to have a fight. But since Mr. Coleman is dead, I'll give you a chance. After all, you've done it. When night falls, this city will be the battlefield between Mr. Red and me. By then, everyone who is still here will have to play according to my rules!"
"Yes, this will become my city, my amusement park … If you don't want to play the game, leave now! I won't blame you. After all, living in this cruel and crazy world is not the fault of you pathetic ordinary people … Go, go, get your butts off the bench and leave this place quickly, run away! Little girl, run! "
Joker's maniacal laughter echoed in the sky above the city of eight million people. After he finished speaking, he suddenly added.
"Oh, right, those who take the bridge and tunnel will definitely be surprised! Hahahaha! "
The maniacal laughter did not stop. The entire city trembled under the malice.
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