The Prisoner's Dilemma was the most classic example in game theory. In this cold theory, the weak facade of social trust between people was completely torn apart. The selfishness and self-interest were completely exposed under the light. As for trust, there was a second explanation that was not liked by everyone, but was absolutely true.
Now, Joker had used this cold theory in Gotham.
175 criminals were transferred out from various prisons in Gotham, and 214 innocent citizens who wanted to escape the chaos of Gotham. Both parties held the key to the destruction of the other party, and this scene had been reported by the reporters who wanted to see the world in chaos, spreading throughout the city.
Or even further away …
"I would like to ask, why did I only find out about this damned madman's actions now?"
A low voice echoed in Coulson's ears. The suppressed dissatisfaction in the voice made the Level 8 agent nervous, and he quickly replied.
"In the month that the clown has been in Gotham, the crimes that he's been involved in have all been small scams, and the death toll is less than one hundred. These kinds of cases will not be handed over to us. I've just found out about it myself."
"What about now? The safety of 200 citizens is in the hands of a group of criminals, and now half of New York knows that a madman is trying to destroy their fellow citizens. He only used a few barrels of gasoline and bombs, and he succeeded in doing what the mutated humans could not do. If he succeeds, this will be the craziest crime in this country in the past 10 years. How many people in this restless country will follow his example? "
Coulson's eyebrows were tightly knitted together, but he could not refute. In fact, he was currently sitting on a plane rushing from Canada to Gotham.
"More importantly, the destruction of social order, this kind of person is already considered a super criminal. In the end, you still made a mistake in your work."
The voice became even lower. "I asked you to monitor the" Weapon X "project, but it does not mean that you do not need to care about domestic matters. Coulson, to be honest, this time … I am very disappointed!"
"Natasha is monitoring the restless Shadow Dancers in Star City, and she has already rushed to Gotham. I will now give you special authority, 2 hours, take care of him!"
Coulson sighed and said in a low voice.
"I understand, Director Fury."
Coulson turned off the special communicator and looked at the clock on the plane. It was 10: 35 at night. With the speed of the modified stealth fighter, he could reach the airspace of Gotham in 15 minutes. Coulson stared at the screen in front of him. He hesitated for a moment, picked up the phone, and dialed a special number.
"Pu!"
The sharp blade pierced through the heart of the Joker masked man from the darkness. His body trembled a few times before he fell to the ground.
Seiber stretched his shoulders and looked at the building that had just been erected. The interior of the building had yet to be completed. Behind him were seven guards who had lost their lives. Throughout the entire process, he had not fired a single shot.
He had no backup, Gordon had a mental breakdown, Smith had died in the sea of fire, and Ramires had defected. The entire Gotham Police Station was left with only three sergeants, and they were all sent out to maintain the dangerous situation in various places. Robin brought some police officers to protect Gordon's son and daughter, as well as some of the local dignitaries.
They had already repelled four attacks. Under the Joker's indulgence, the remaining gangsters seemed to have gone crazy. As long as they could kidnap someone of sufficient status, they might be able to leave this hell alive.
Gotham Airport had been placed on lockdown because a stranger had made a phone call to the person in charge, claiming that he had planted a bomb on one of the planes … Normally, this kind of baseless threat would not have been taken seriously. The security guards at the airport were not idiots either, but at this particular moment, everyone was on high alert.
Especially after the terrible situation of the Braveheart and Flight, they had no choice but to suspend all flights and start inspecting the planes one by one.
Director Fury's worries were correct. Look, before the Joker's sinister scheme had succeeded, there were already people who had started to imitate it. In this complicated country, there was no shortage of crazy people who wanted to do something big. The Joker's appearance was the brightest beacon in their confused lives.
"Ding ding ding ding."
Just as Saber stepped into the dark building, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. In this scene, the elegant music was like a bomb. In an instant, dozens of lights hit Saber's body. The guy with the ghost mask was stunned for a moment. Then, a bullet hit his chest, causing sparks to fly on the thick armor.
This was just the beginning. The sound of gunshots tore apart the tranquility of the unfinished building. Dozens of flowers of blood appeared on Saber's body. The armor was not completely made of steel, so the burden on the body was very heavy. These wounds might be a burden to Bruce, but not to Saber.
His body swayed, and he pulled out a straight blade from his back. A dark red figure flashed in the darkness. Five seconds later, the gangsters who had gathered from all directions stopped shooting, but the next moment, blood bloomed on their heads.
"Ah!"
The first scream of pain was heard, followed by the second, and the third.
When they realized that bullets were useless against the devil, it was too late. When a beast got close to them, their bullets were not necessarily more terrifying than a sharp blade. Especially when the guy with the sword could easily cut off a head with a wave of his hand, the morale of the gangsters collapsed instantly.
This was not a fight of the same level.
"Hello."
Saber pulled out the long blade from the chest of the last gangster who tried to escape. He shook the blood off the blade, picked up the phone, and said with dissatisfaction.
"You almost got me killed!"
"Listen to me. Leave the problem of the two boats to us. You go and kill Joker."
Coulson's voice came through the phone. "His existence is too dangerous for this city."
"Wait, you are … Phelps?"
Seiber hurried up the stairs. He searched his memory for a moment and remembered the voice. He turned to look at the sea outside of Gotham. With his superhuman vision, he could clearly see the two ships that had lost their power and were anchored on the sea.
He sneered. "What do they have to do with me? What do you have to do with me? Do whatever you want. My only goal is to be The Clown. "
"Dong dong dong."
The busy tone on the phone rang. Coulson, the Level 8 agent, looked at the phone in his hand gloomily. This was probably the only person who knew his identity who dared to take the initiative to hang up the phone.
He shook his head and turned his gaze behind him. In the spacious cabin, seven fully armed agents were ready. They wore black military uniforms and did not have many identifying badges. However, on the outside of the plane, there was a large black and white eagle logo painted.
Coulson stood up and said to the agents who were waiting for orders.
"The airborne operation will begin in five minutes. I only have one request. Destroy the explosive devices on the two boats. I will give you new orders at any time. Don't forget our operation rules. If it is not necessary, do not expose you to their sight."
"Yes!"
The agents replied in unison. A moment later, the stealth fighter flying thousands of meters above the ground opened its launch port. Seven agents carrying parachute bags rushed out of the plane. Under the thick dark clouds of Gotham, they quickly descended to the sea below.
Coulson sat in the plane. In front of him were four screens side by side. He was constantly observing the surroundings of the battlefield. When the agents descended to a position of 1500 meters, Coulson issued an order.
"Activate optical stealth. When you reach the battle location, receive new orders!"
Then, he picked up another communication device and pressed the call button.
"Natasha, are you here?"
Coulson asked. In the chaotic hall of the Fly yacht, a woman wearing a black hat leaned her head against the window. She seemed to be sobbing softly, but in reality, she was answering the call. "Coulson, you are too slow.
"Coulson, you guys are too slow … Listen to me, the bombs on the two ships are placed in different locations. The more dangerous one is the Braveheart. There are more than a dozen barrels of gasoline in its cabin. I've already found the bomb on the Flying Ship. These frightened people are now voting. The situation is still under control. I'll find a way to defuse it. You guys will be in charge of the Braveheart."
"Okay, good luck."
The woman put the communication device in her hand into her pocket. She wiped her tears and said pitifully to the National Guard officer who was maintaining order beside her, "Hello, sir. Can you accompany me to the deck to get some fresh air? This place really makes me feel uneasy. "
The officer originally wanted to refuse, but when he saw the little beauty's delicate face, her pitiful temperament, and the way she looked at him like a kitten, he couldn't refuse. The black officer looked around and lowered his voice.
"Okay, but you only have five minutes."
Natasha obediently got up and quietly followed the officer out of the cabin. When she left, she turned around and took a look at the people who were voting on whether to press the detonator or not. Then, a mocking smile appeared on her face.
"If you can't make up your mind to be the executioner, you have to share the responsibility with everyone … Stupid democracy."
The Joker, who had been observing the two ships, walked back and forth on the edge of the 17th floor of the construction site. He had several dog leashes in his hands. They were fierce bulldogs. This was his "gift" to Batman. The gangsters had fought with him for so long, and it wasn't like they didn't gain anything.
He chuckled and rubbed his hands excitedly from time to time, like a child waiting for his Christmas present. He did not believe that there was any damned justice or beauty in this world. Everyone in this city was living a hypocritical life, pretending that they were civilized people. The clown felt nauseous, and it made him want to vomit. What he wanted to do the most now was to remove this layer of disguise from his face.
He wanted them to see that they were actually no different from those despised scum! The order they insisted on and believed in was just a pile of toilet paper that could be casually discarded. Only chaos, only chaos, was the ideal state of a society. Everyone should live a more realistic life.
In fact, from this point of view, Joker was more of an idealist.
"Bang bang!"
The rapid gunshots coming from downstairs made him pause for a moment. He grabbed the communicator in his hand and shouted loudly.
"Hurry up and take a look. You pieces of trash, are our guests here? What? Can't stop them? If you can't stop them, then die. The new Gotham does not need trash! "
He threw the communication device in his hand to the ground and stomped on it a few times to vent his anger. Then, he heard the bulldog behind him roaring crazily. Joker jerked his head back and saw the guy who had descended from the sky. He opened his arms like a bat hunting in the dark and landed on the window above him.
"Hey hey hey, why don't you go and save those trapped on the boats?"
Joker screamed. "You're like me, waiting for the arrival of midnight, right? You want to see what the people you protect will do when they're in danger, right? "
"Actually, I'm looking forward to it too. Do you like my game?"
"Bang!"
Before Joker could finish his sentence, Batman rushed down from the window and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying. Joker let go of the leash in his hand and the bulldogs pounced on him like crazy. Batman waved his hand and a sharp blade popped out from his gauntlet. He also held six sharp bat darts in his hands.
He crossed his arms and swung them forward fiercely. The two bulldogs that pounced on him howled in agony as they were sliced into four pieces and fell to the ground beneath Clown's feet.
"Your game … sucks!"
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