End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Russell knew that the butler had placed undercover agents under Bain's hands, but he didn't expect there to be so many, ten of them, quite a lot.

After the ten people stood up and looked at each other, they were also stunned. Obviously, they didn't know the identity of their companions, and they always thought that they were alone!

"Shit! Reed, so you are also a housekeeper?"

"Well, I was ten years ago."

"Then I am your senior. I have worked for the housekeeper for fifteen years."

"..."

"Pamir, I recruited you three years ago with my own hands, and now you tell me that you belong to me?"

"Brother, I still want to complain! If you had said earlier that you belonged to me, I wouldn't f*ck lurk by your side, which made me worry every day, lest you would find out."

"Same, I'm also afraid of being seen by you!"

"..."

Russell: (?_?)

The housekeeper is awesome!

Also, among the people whose heads were shot by me before, there must be some butlers, right?

"Mr. Deathstroke, our identities have been exposed, and these people cannot stay." Ten people stood beside Russell with low eyebrows, looking at the little wings behind him with fear.

Russell nodded: "I understand that it is not easy to do this job, but the live TV broadcast has already spread, is it okay?"

"Do not worry about it!"

The headed burly man waved his hand: "Before we got up, the butler had already cut off the live broadcast. If we kill these people, our identities can continue to be hidden, and we can continue to contribute our strength to Gotham."

"That's fine, you can do whatever you want."

"Wait a minute!"

Just as the ten people picked up their guns and were about to kill them, a blond middle-aged man stood out from the crowd: "Let me just ask, is it serious to cut off the live broadcast?"

"Of course, the most important thing in our business is to keep it secret. Will I make fun of my own life?"

"In that case, I won't hide it anymore..."

The blond middle-aged man waved his arms: "Where are the CIA people, stand up!"

Swish! Swish! Swish————

Seven or eight figures stood up and hugged each other when they met.

"Ryan, I recognized you two days ago, but I can't say hello, you know."

"Of course, I have been pretending not to know you!"

"..."

Before it was over, another person shouted: "FBI colleagues, there is no need to hide it. If you continue, you will only sacrifice meaninglessly. Show your identity!"

Another dozen people stood up.

"Where's the New Jersey State Police?"

"Brothers of the Gotham Police Department, get up!"

"Let me tell you weakly, I am, is there anyone here?"

"Interpol is here and I've been in charge of this case."

"Get the fuck out of the way, I'm the IRS!" A big boss suddenly appeared in the crowd, everyone heard the words and gave him an open space.

"..."

"Aside from me, is there anyone else from MI6?"

"What about the FSB, don't tell me, I'm the only one sent here!"

"..."

Suddenly two groups of foreign forces appeared, except for Mengxin who stopped to watch, and everyone else surrounded them.

Interpol came forward to mediate, and hoped that the CIA, FBI, IRS, New Jersey State Police, Gotham Police Department and other local forces in the United States would put the overall situation first. Everyone is undercover, so why bother undercover.

However, it was useless, the verbal confrontation failed, and everyone broke out in scuffle and scuffled together. The Interpol was involved, and Mengxin was not spared, all of them were beaten badly.

Oh, the big boss of the IRS is an exception, only he beats people, and no one else dares to beat him.

The boss is very sensible, knowing that MI6 and FSB will not give him face, and the people who beat him are all from the local forces of American imperialism.

(o゜▽゜(o゜▽゜(o゜▽゜(o゜▽゜...

The scene was very spectacular, and the housekeepers were dumbfounded, because this group of people was getting bigger and bigger, and non-governmental organizations like them would not join in the fun.

Russell came back to his senses and coughed lightly, the butler was also unambiguous,

Handed Russell a new headset, and disappeared into the night furtively.

"Housekeeper, this is the death knell. I asked for the address of the dirty bomb and the password to stop it. Please help me contact Batman, over!"

"No, I've been on this channel all the time." Bruce said aloud.

No surprises, if it's Batman, it's no surprise that he appears anywhere!

Russell immediately said: "The dirty bomb was planted by Bain in the ruins of Wayne Manor. He wanted to blow up the Batcave completely, and use it as the center to radiate half of Gotham, turning it into a hell on earth."

The soul ball in his hand was a little in the way, Russell opened the gate of hell while speaking, and threw it in casually.

Bruce was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "I've been to Wayne Manor, someone got there first and took the dirty bomb one step ahead."

"what!?"

Russell gasped: "Who did it, are you crazy?"

"It's the clown. A poker card was left where the dirty bomb was originally placed. There will be no one else but him."

Russell was completely dumbfounded. Bane brought the dirty bomb into Gotham, but was stolen by the clown; Bane broke Batman's spine, but was also stolen by the clown. This guy...

Connecting with what he saw tonight, Russell had a bold idea: "Batman, tell me the truth, the Joker is actually yours, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I have nothing to do with him!"

Bruce said unhappily: "You don't have to worry about the dirty bomb, just tell me the code to dismantle the bomb. I've already found the clown and seen the dirty bomb."

"Are you sure? As far as I know, the clown should be in the Gotham Municipal Building. I saw him just now..." Russell frowned slightly: "Just make sure again, don't be fooled by fakes."

"No, because I'm also in the municipal building!"

"..."

Russell was speechless. He looked at the undercover agents who were still fighting in front of him. He spread his wings and flew straight to the building. After circling twice, he found Batman who was beating up the clown.

In the spacious conference room, the clown gang's miscellaneous fishes were lying scattered. Looking at their sleeping appearance, one could guess that they had been hit by powerful stun gas.

The clown somehow missed the trick, and was crushed under Bruce, laughing and bearing the iron fist of love at the same time.

Many people subconsciously think that the clown is a super villain who only feeds on his brain because of his evil smile and crazy schemes.

Yes and no!

The Joker is indeed a super villain with a high IQ. His elusive thinking is scary, but he does not lack melee combat skills. He once competed with Batman in swordsmanship and defeated him directly. He almost killed Batman.

Boom!

Russell broke in through the window, glanced at the love and kill duo, and then set his gaze directly in front of the conference room.

On the podium, a woman with good looks was wearing a low-cut evening dress, with a graceful and luxurious demeanor.

However, at this moment, she can only be described as a mess. Her hands and feet were bound, her body was welded to death by iron hoops, and she was sitting on a chair in a very indecent posture.

Under the chair, a ticking red countdown jumped, and it was the dirty bomb Bane brought into Gotham City.

The clown stole the dirty bomb from Wayne Manor, and somehow sent it to the municipal building under Bain's nose.

The identity of the kidnapped woman is not simple, she is not a casual passerby, her name is Miranda Tate, her real name is Talia al Ghul.

That's right, this beauty is a well-known villain in Gotham City, the daughter of the 'Peace Ambassador' Master Ninja, and has an ambiguous relationship with Bruce.

"Yahahaha, look who this is, an angel with black wings, why did he fall into darkness, partner with Batman?"

Seeing Russell's appearance, the clown's eyes lit up, and he laughed: "Batman, you are too ruthless. If you have a new love, you will forget the old love of me, and now you want to kill me."

"Shut up!"

Batman punched the Joker in the face: "Tell me, which thread to cut?"

"It's red, the hint is on that woman, I never hide it."

"You bastard!"

Hearing what the clown said, Batman was furious, and punched him a few more times.

After the clown stole the dirty bomb, he cracked the password program originally set by Bain, and exposed the circuit maliciously.

Cutting the red wire can stop the dirty bomb, but the problem is that the clown replaced all the colorful wires with red.

The clown was punched a few times, but still didn't fall down, and looked at Batman with a smile: "Listen up, angel over there, besides cutting the red thread, there is another way to stop the dirty bomb self-explosion, just kill the woman on the chair, At once……"

Boom!

Batman knocked the clown unconscious with a knife in his hand, then stood up and looked at Russell silently, making Russell feel a little embarrassed.

"Cough cough, Bruce, is that woman... sibling?"

"..."

Bruce didn't say a word, but looking at his unkind eyes, Russell could probably guess that the woman had a very close relationship with him. It's hard to say if she left or not, but she must have lost her mind.

Russell chuckled: "Bruce, the clown said that killing that woman can save the entire Gotham, what do you think?"

Bruce said unhappily: "I think he is lying, kill her, and the countdown will not stop."

"What if?"

Russell spread his hands together: "If the clown is serious, this wave is sure to make money!"

"..."

Bruce didn't speak, his face was sinking like water, and his whole face was stretched out.

"Just kidding, let me study it first, maybe I can dismantle it."

As Russell said, he folded his wings and walked quickly to Miranda's side. When he looked down, his brows were frowned.

This matter is... Cough cough, these red threads are tangled and messed up, deliberately messed up by the clown, and I can't make any sense out of it.

"Mang... Russell, what can you do?"

Maybe others think that Russell is on the mysterious side, but Bruce doesn't think so. Seeing Russell knock out a vertical propulsion glider with a hammer, he knows that he is definitely more than just wings.

"Don't worry, I'll watch it later!"

The time on the timer was getting less and less, and Bruce didn't want to wait any longer, so he picked up the pliers next to him and started to do it.

Russell hurriedly stopped Bruce: "Don't move, the clown's words are not trustworthy, you said it yourself, I guess these red lines are all fake."

"I know, but time is running out."

As Bruce said, he activated the instrument on the bat helmet to scan the entire dirty bomb in all directions, looking for the correct entry point.

In fact, Russell can use the skill card to extract the clown's soul and directly read the relevant memory just like he did with Bane.

But he didn't dare to do so, because the clown is too evil. To be precise, the clown is a monster born in Gotham. If you kill one, a second one will appear, not just a certain person.

In the comics, Batman killed the Joker in a fit of rage, and turned himself into the Bat of Laughter. Since then, he is no longer Batman, he has become the new Joker.

After scanning for a while, Batman shook his head dejectedly. The Joker knew him too well, and he couldn't dismantle this dirty bomb.

After examining it, Russell said regretfully, "It would be great if the Bat Fighter is still there. You can drag this dirty bomb into the air and go to sea with your siblings to watch the fireworks. How romantic!"

Bruce rolled his eyes, and said angrily, "Don't be stupid, this dirty bomb can't be moved casually, it will blow itself up if you touch it."

"real or fake?"

"Of course, what's wrong with lying to you..."

Before Batman finished speaking, he was in a bad mood, because Russell's hand was pressed on the timer at some point.

The two looked at each other, Russell silently withdrew his hand, the red light on the timer jumped, and the countdown became faster than The Flash.

At this rate, in about 20 seconds, the dirty bomb will explode!

"..." x2

"You bastard!!!"

"No, don't panic, there is still plenty of time...I'm going to kill the Flash!"

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