"Don't shoot!" Gordon was the first to raise his hands. "We don't have any weapons!"
"I know." As Feng Bujue spoke, he casually placed the submachine gun in his hand on the console next to him. "But I have …" Before he could finish his sentence, he pulled out three grenades from his pocket. "… and I have plenty of them."
"You … What are you trying to do …" Gordon's face was pale with fright. He stared at the grenades in Brother Jue's hand.
"Yeah … What am I trying to do …" Feng Bujue repeated what Gordon said. Then, as if he was juggling, he tossed the three grenades back and forth between his hands. "…"
"Ha …" Ruo Yu sighed deeply. She did not say anything and allowed Brother Jue to continue messing around.
"Ah ha! I got it! " As Feng Bujue said this, he caught the two grenades with one hand. Then, he raised his index finger to the side of his face. He looked as if he had an idea.
The moment he raised his index finger, he threw the third grenade.
"Oh! God! " Seeing this, Gordon turned pale with fright. He immediately flew forward and caught the grenade like an outfielder leaping forward to catch the ball.
"Not bad, Director Gordon." Feng Bujue looked at Gordon, who was lying on the ground, and laughed. His words were obviously sarcastic, especially when he said the words "Director Gordon."
"You're crazy!" Gordon was sweating profusely. He raised his head and shouted, "You'll be blown up too!"
"But I'm alive and well, aren't I?" Feng Bujue retorted.
Then, he put the two grenades back into his jacket pocket. Then, he took out the pearl-handled pistol.
"Some things in this world can be controlled," Brother Jue said as he held the pistol to his chin. "Some things can't be controlled."
Click —
Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger with his signature clown smile on his face.
The moment he pulled the trigger, apart from Ruo Yu and Brother Jue himself, everyone in the room trembled slightly.
"Hahaha …" Feng Bujue laughed as he squatted down and looked at Gordon up close. "You must have thought … that your brains would burst out, right?" He paused for a moment. "That's right … This is the gun you gave me. There's only one bullet in it."
As he spoke, Brother Jue aimed his gun at Gordon's forehead. "You think everything is under control, that I can't escape from that car …"
"No … Don't …" Gordon had already started to beg for mercy, because he really didn't know what this crazy man in front of him would do.
"… Even if I was lucky enough to escape from the car, I only had one bullet." Feng Bujue continued. "Under such circumstances, I'm afraid two or three rioters would be enough to take me down … Hahaha … That's what you're thinking, right?" At this point, he pushed the gun further forward. "You're talking nonsense like everyone has a chance … As if the world is equal and anyone can become Gotham's God …"
Gordon was so scared that he couldn't speak. His whole body was shaking, and his face was covered in sweat.
"But what is the truth?" Feng Bujue continued his twisted argument. "Everything is under control … This show … haha … Isn't it a bit too boring?" He cackled twice and pulled the trigger again.
The gun didn't go off, there was still no bullet. But Gordon had already fainted from fear.
"Excuse me, little brother over there." Feng Bujue stood up, put the gun away, and picked up the two assault rifles. "Connect me to the big screens in the city," he said as he turned back to ask Ruo Yu, "Honey, can you help me put on the earphones?"
Ruo Yu responded to Brother Jue with a cold gaze. This kind of expression came from Haley Quinn's smoky face, and it was quite scary. "Okay, Little Pudding …" She dragged out the syllable and used a very unwilling tone to finish the sentence. She walked forward and used her free hand to remove the earphones from the unconscious Gordon's head. She placed them on Brother Jue's head.
There was nothing wrong with their lines; they matched the settings of the clown and Haley Quinn perfectly, but the way they were expressed was so out of place …
"Can't you understand what I'm saying?" After Feng Bujue put on the earphones, he saw that the worker who had the gun pointed at him still didn't move. He only looked at him with fear in his eyes, and Feng Bujue was instantly angered (faked).
"Do as he says," Doctor Clipper ordered. He had a cold smile on his face, and he was still smoking. He appeared calm.
The worker was afraid that he would be held responsible by The Bruce, and he would die a horrible death. Once he heard Clipper say that, he immediately turned around like he had been pardoned. He connected the video signal in the room to the big screens in the city.
"Er … You just need to stand facing the main screen," the worker said with shaking hands.
"Thank you," Feng Bujue replied and fired.
However, he did not aim but fired a few random shots at the bottom of the man's seat. The man jumped up from the ground and sat down on the floor, cursing at the top of his lungs.
At the same time, on all the 'legal' screens in Gotham, a man in a purple suit with pale skin and a grin on his face appeared.
Naturally, the citizens recognized the man. Every year, The Bruce would save the 'Clown' for the last execution; that was a tradition. This was because the Clown was a unique character. The terror that he brought to people and his influence was something that other villains could not compare to.
"What is this?" "Good heavens! "Oh my god, he's inside the Bat Castle!" "First, it was the Bat God's plane that was shot down, then it was the Clown symbol in the sky, and now this … What's going on?"
The citizens started to discuss among themselves. It was always like this. Some praised, and others criticized; some believed, and others questioned; some were confident, and others were afraid.
"Many people think that … this is a world of equality. Those who live in this world can have everything as long as they work hard." Feng Bujue started his speech. "But in reality … this world is divided into classes. No matter the time, no matter the place. As long as there are people, there will be this social structure. Take you people for example … You pathetic, ignorant, and stupid … maggots who struggle to survive in the cracks of tyranny are living at the bottom of Gotham. " He smiled. "You can have everything you want, but that doesn't mean that you can have it. Do you know why?"
Feng Bujue leaned his face close to the camera. With a wicked smile, he spat out the answer that was buried in everyone's heart. "Because Bat …"
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