The Death Knell

"The fever is really strong, um, um, and it smells a little bit."

Deathstroke and his team arrived at the top of Wayne Tower. Looking at the ruins of the Saint Industrial Building a few streets away, Harley couldn't help but sigh, and the lollipop in her mouth was spinning rapidly.

I don’t know if there was fuel stored inside the building, or if the Penguin’s men had military-grade incendiary bombs. In short, after the building was blown down, a raging fire broke out, as if it was ready for a barbecue.

The rain in the sky fell on the fire scene, forming thick black and reddish smoke, and the logo of Saint Technology, the huge green dove neon sign, had also fallen on the street and lost its luster.

Many thugs were holding various weapons, cheering and screaming around the fire. They laughed wildly, and the firelight illuminated the crazy faces.

"It seems that Gotham is really full of talents. I didn't know that those old friends even hired professionals who are good at directional blasting." Su Ming touched his chin and observed the situation at the scene: "The building collapsed neatly. , There is not even a slight inclination angle, and it does not affect the surrounding buildings at all, just like ordinary demolition.”

Even Deathstroke had to praise his good craftsmanship after seeing it. This was definitely not a skill that brainless thugs could master. Some professional mercenaries should have been invited.

"But all the people on duty inside are probably dead." ** lowered the brim of his hat and shook his head slightly: "If the fire burns down, our clues will be gone. Why did we forget to remind them not to set the fire? "

"That's unrealistic, **, this is Gotham." Harley turned the lollipop in her mouth to one side and replied with a smile: "Gotham is about 'not getting what you want', don't expect that." No matter how high the tactical skills of the thugs are, don’t expect them to storm buildings or hack in. The boss is pressing, so blasting and setting fire are their usual methods of solving problems.”

"Harry is right." Su Ming was not prepared to read it. He had no skills in fire scene investigation: "Almost 30% of the mental patients in Gotham are prone to arson. There are various reasons. Maybe they want to To purify the darkness of Gotham, maybe to get rid of the cold night, or even just to see the light. The sign of mankind entering the civilized stage is the ability to make fire, and these good people in Gotham are just paying tribute to the ancestors of mankind."

**'s big eyes blinked a few times, and her big mouth pursed into a straight line: "Salute? I believe it, even though it seems to me to be a simple illness."

"About this, the doctor sister is going to have a good talk with you, little gorilla."

Harry, who was holding an umbrella, picked up the man next to him, tapped his nose with his finger to ask him to listen carefully, then took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and put them on, entering professional mode:

"The motivations for arson are quite complex, including seven types: destructive, exciting, revengeful, concealment, profit-making, extreme and serial. Different motivations imply different psychological characteristics of criminals. Across the United States, Arsonists account for only 6.8% of all felons, among whom the most diagnosed are mental retardation and personality disorders, followed by schizophrenia and alcoholism, but what about Gotham’s data?”

Harry's professional and psychiatrist skills have never failed.

Ivy, who was soaking in the rain and whispering to Black Orchid, also interjected: "The proportion of arsonists here is very high, because people with personality disorders in the United States are almost gathered in Gotham. There is Batman here, he is simply like a seducer." Like a moth lamp, even I can't help but want to play games with him sometimes."

"What Xiaohong said is what I want to say, dear, there are many types of mental illness. You can't simply think that they are crazy. Their conditions are different and everyone is different."

Harley showed a sympathetic look, but with a bad smile hidden at the corner of her mouth, she said to ***:

"However, because arsonists often carry fuel with them, if you shoot them with a gun, they may explode into fireworks, which is quite fun."

Harley really thinks so. To her, mental illness is always very attractive, because the human spirit is like a blind box that has not been opened. From the outside, all madmen look the same, but after in-depth psychoanalysis , to see the color of their souls, each one is unique.

Even if they are peers in the parallel world, they are completely different people. Harley has talked with Dr. Quinzel, who is temporarily living on Earth 0 and is preparing to have a baby, and she can confirm that the two are completely different.

That woman actually feels in her heart that she owes Gotham? Are you still going to work at the police station? Want to be a public servant? It's so crazy

Little Sugar Bean personally thinks that her condition is very serious, and she can feel that Dr. Quinzel also views her, a cutie from Earth 0, in the same way. Both parties think that the other is more crazy, which is obviously very interesting.

So she likes another version of herself, at least strong and smart.

"Ah, the amount of useless knowledge has increased again." The little gorilla had a lifeless expression on his face, and his eyes turned into the shape of dead fish: "Although I am a detective, it doesn't mean that all useless things will go there. In your mind, let me go, you crazy bitch."

"Humph, I won't! How dare you, a bad gorilla, dislike me? You are obviously a lunatic too! Haha!" Instead, Harley hugged the gorilla tightly, flattened and rounded his face, and laughed.

Su Ming shook his head, rescued the miserable little gorilla from the woman's hands, and placed it on the cloak aside: "Stop making trouble, the Saint Industrial Building has been completely destroyed, and Batman has also appeared, we should leave. .”

"Bat? Where is it?"

Harley opened her eyes wide, trying to look for the figure with pointed ears through the night and rain, but she didn't see the familiar person.

She did see something else. From another street next to the fire scene, a fleet of red and blue lights drove quickly. They seemed to be the police, but it soon proved that they were not. They just borrowed the lighting effect.

It was a group of robots riding large motorcycles. They were tall and sturdy. Their motorcycles could also be transformed into weapons. When these robots parked on the street to form a formation, these motorcycles turned into powerful weapons. A technological heavy machine gun.

Unlike common machine guns, these firearms have smooth white shells, like white steamed buns with several pipes passed through them. Then these newly recruited police officers began their first law enforcement.

Skipping the two steps of arrest and trial, they opened fire directly on the crowd.

The thugs who were still enjoying the carnival and watching the excitement fell into chaos. They had never seen the police before, but they had never seen such a straightforward policeman who would use heavy weapons if they disagreed.

But this did not make them collapse. The bloodshed inspired Gotham's courage. Only a few of the nearly a thousand crazy thugs near the fire scene of the building escaped, while most of the others swarmed towards the robots occupying a section of the road. go.

They fought back without fear of life or death.