Gotham City has become very lively recently, so lively that it makes many people at a loss.

After enjoying the peace of the Gotham people for several years, suddenly, all kinds of monsters and monsters emerged overnight.

Criminals, bounty hunters, mercenaries, gangsters, emerge in a swarm.

The Joker provoked Batman in daily life and played a complex brain-burning crime game, but now, there are obviously more players in this game.

Bruce had just come out of the mayor's office, with a expressionless face, but anyone could tell the gloom in his eyes that the biggest wealthy man in the city was not in a good mood.

Even a bit bad.

He and the current mayor have been having a very happy relationship in recent years. There seems to be a tacit understanding between the two, and they do the tricky things in the fastest way.

But Bruce is not a fool. He had long noticed that there was something wrong with the mayor, and it was the one arranged by Donny.

But so what? So what can he do? Kill the mayor directly?

What's the difference between that and a criminal, let alone the mayor did a very good job.

The phone rang and his old housekeeper Alfred sent him a bad message.

"Sir, the Joker declared war on Batman in front of the media again." Alfred said [Biquge www.biqugex.co].

Bruce said coldly: "What did he do this time?"

"He killed people, killing five people, saying that he was to celebrate Batman's five years of retirement."

"This villain!" Bruce's expression was cold and hard, and a chill flashed in his eyes.

Although the Dark Knight has disappeared from the public for five years, it does not mean that he has really disappeared from the world, but has observed the world and the city from a different perspective.

It has been a long time since there has been no vicious incident in Gotham City.

The soil for the survival of the gang was shoveled away by Donny five years ago and laid on the concrete floor. There was a gray character in the underworld, and he used iron-blooded means to clean up batches of new gangs who were not afraid of death. As long as the Owl Court, the Source of Crime, does not take the initiative to provoke trouble, ordinary gangs are easy to deal with.

The Owl Court is very honest. The more they know Donnie, the more honest they are, and they dare not move casually.

On the folk level, it is supervised by a guy named Old Jack. This old man who was a homeless man a few years ago has already fiercely controlled a large number of weapons channels in Gotham City and has become a loyal hand of the Sky Eye to be placed in Gotham City.

With that mayor, who was open and secretly to provide Old Jack and Anderson, the entire Gotham City completely transformed, and the crime rate plummeted, becoming one of the cities with extremely low crime rates in the United States. Although the slaughter of gangs in secret has continued, those ambitious guys died and no one would pity them.

Gotham City has also been commended by the White House more than once.

But now, Gotham City suddenly became lively, and all kinds of messy people ran into Gotham City. Some citizens even said that they had seen the battle between magicians and demons and were ridiculed.

But Bruce knew that it was true, and he came to the mayor to confirm the news.

Bruce put down the phone and frowned slightly. His senses had not deteriorated and he clearly smelled the danger.

The profession of magicians has not been an unacceptable term in the past two years. Bruce also forced himself to accept these new superhumans, but he was in a not so wonderful mood.

Intuition told him that Batman might have put on his battle robe again. He would not allow the city to become chaotic again. The hat of the Sin City was finally taken off, and he would never allow it to be locked up again.

The clown wants to play with him? It's very good, so let's try who can play with whom.

Bruce took a breath and limped and walked hard. The first thing that made Batman return to the dark was to find a way to cure his lame leg. Whenever it rained, the painful leg reminded him of Harvey, who was knocked down from a high building and fell to death, the two-faced man who had gone from a knight to a criminal.

Five years have passed, it is enough to change a lot of things, but many things cannot be changed at all.

...

A hidden place, a weird conversation is going on.

"...Many people regard me as a lunatic, clown, but I know you don't know, you will agree with me, right? I always tell people, don't take your attention to yourself, you don't know how great other things are. I have seen many troublesome guys and have been killed many times, but no one cares about me..."

The clown licked his lips, crazy, and every once in a while he put a knife into his mouth and scratched it, muttering something in a low voice, but no one could hear it clearly.

The strange guy in front of him was known to him not long ago. After just taking a look, the mercenary who called himself Deadpool followed him tightly and said inexplicable words.

"Look, clown, you are a very amazing guy. I mean, you are nothing now, but you may be very amazing in the future. I have seen many of you, and each of you is surprising and even more annoying..."

Deadpool chattered, slapped the table from time to time, walking around nervously. Finally, he found a guy who didn't treat him as a lunatic, and he wanted to say goodbye.

"Hey man, do you know what you are like now, a drunkard! Ha, but I know you are not a drunkard, because the drunkard won't say such clear crazy words - I mean, your topic is interesting, but I don't think it's interesting, let's talk about something else." The clown muttered, loudly clamoring, took the knife out of his mouth and stabbed it hard on the table.

Then the clown murmured in a low voice, depicting patterns on the table like a nervous system, the pattern of a big bat.

"Oh, you really make me hate it. I really want to kill you with one knife..." Deadpool was a little dissatisfied, pulled out his carbon steel knife and gestured at the clown's neck.

The clown grinned and laughed wildly: "I suddenly like you a little, well... I like you now, and I like my appetite. The red you are always different from the black you."

"But I always feel awkward..." Deadpool lowered his head, pulled the dark clothes on his body, frowned, a little unhappy.

The original red clothes were suddenly entangled by a dark and mucus-like creature and turned into this way, but he felt it was very fresh and did not tear it off.

This black thing gives him a new color of battle uniform, faster speed and stronger power. Oh, the only disadvantage is that it will amplify his inner desires, but this is not a problem, isn't it? Deadpool has always been a good person who can restrain himself.

"Why don't we just do something more interesting. I'm so annoyed. I can help you have some fun, but it costs money. My commission is very expensive." Deadpool muttered, and when he saw that it attracted the attention of the clown, he said excitedly, "Batman! Or Bruce Wayne!"

"Joker, I suggest we go straight to trouble Bruce Wayne! We hold the knife and put it on the neck of him and his girlfriend Rachel, and then with a bang, the smoke rises and Batman will rescue Rachel!"

Deadpool described it with her teeth and claws, very excited.

But the clown suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, turned his head, and his already ferocious face became more and more distorted and terrifying!

"What are you saying? Do you know what you are saying? What I am looking for is Batman, that big bat~ not a noble young man Bruce!"
Chapter completed!