Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

After a long time, the screams and gunshots in the factory stopped, the smell of gunpowder smoke had not dissipated, the blood of the corpses all over the ground was still warm, and the fear before death remained in everyone's eyes.

The clown stood in the pool of blood, dipped his index finger in the blood and sucked it in his mouth, then showed a disgusted expression, and spat fiercely: "Damn it, I can't learn it at all, how did those perverts smile and suck the blood?" Swallowed it?"

In front of the clown, a thin white man was tied to his feet by a hemp rope, fell from the beam and hung in the air. The clown enthusiastically opened an opening in his neck for fear that his blood would flow back and cause his brain to become congested. In this way, the blood can flow directly from the incision without causing other discomfort.

"Hey, buddy, are you okay?" The clown patted the white man's face to wake him up from his trance.

"You devil..." The man lost a lot of blood, his dry lips were frighteningly white, and he was weak when he spoke.

"Thank you for your compliment, but I think the devil is a little worse than me!" The clown said with a smile, feeling very good about himself.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, tell me who your master is while you are still breathing? You must know that Gotham is a big city, and it is very repulsive to foreign bumpkins!" The clown pushed the man's shoulder, playing Played a game of swinging in place.

The man didn't reply, his eyes stared blankly forward, until the blood from the wound no longer flowed out, before he said before dying: "I...won't tell you..."

"Wow, you are so loyal, how embarrassing are my little brothers, they are too ashamed to speak." The clown turned to look behind him, and asked the corpses all over the floor: "Guys, do you think so?"

No one responded, the clown nodded in satisfaction, the younger brothers are obedient, and he has the face of being the boss.

Boom!

The wall of the factory was violently knocked open, the Batmobile was full of horsepower, and it pushed the bricks to stop in front of the clown. Batman, dressed in domineering light armor, opened the door and walked towards the clown.

The tights are flexible and light, and are extremely suitable for Batman whose physical fitness exceeds the limit of human beings, but there are also disadvantages. For example, that one, Batman was hesitant about which trouser leg to tuck into. After all, pretending to be a trouser belt all day is not a problem.

"No, no, big bat, don't come close to me, I don't feel safe when you do this." The clown waved his hand and took two steps back, keeping a safe distance from Batman.

"You killed them?" asked the muffled voice under the visor.

The clown didn't answer, but raised his eyebrows and asked back: "It seems that you are the follow-up plan of that bumpkin. Poor guy, it seems that he doesn't know how close our relationship is!"

"Someone came to look for you?" Batman's IQ was no worse than that of the Joker, and he understood the meaning of it as soon as he heard it.

"If you come in thirty seconds later, he will recruit them all!" The clown patted the corpse hanging upside down beside him, shifting the responsibility to Batman.

"I probably know who the enemy is. In the meantime, I hope you don't make trouble." Batman said that no one can pretend to be aggressive in front of him, and neither can the clown.

"Of course, I don't have many advantages, but I am absolutely obedient and honest." The clown continued to provoke Batman's nerves with an obedient appearance: "Speaking of which, I have to thank you, I have implanted your personality, and my soul Sublimated, you let me find a new meaning in life."

Batman was farting on this, and he was looking at the clown. While the clown was covering his face in embarrassment, he asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, what are you now?"

Little Scandal was stunned, put away his hippie smile, and replied with 120% seriousness: "I am Gotham's superhero——Joker!"

Batman: "..."

Sure enough, I can't communicate normally with neuropathy!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two batarangs shot out, and the clown dodged sideways. Two superhumans with explosive physical fitness left countless afterimages in the factory building. Batman chased, Joker fled, and the latter laughed wantonly while running.

"Big Bat, why are you staring at me? Your enemy is not me, but I am the heir to your will!"

"Clown, you are too dangerous!"

"You are a hypocritical villain, compared to me, the real dangerous person is in Arkham."

Batman didn't respond to this, and speeded up to overtake the Joker in an instant, holding his collar against the wall. The latter's feet were hanging in the air, with a painful expression on the verge of suffocation: "It's so boring. I thought you implanted my personality, and it would become more or less humorous."

The corner of Batman's mouth twitched, trying not to grin, and said with a cold face: "I know you are planning some conspiracy, but you'd better be careful, or I will kill you."

The clown was flattered: "It's such an honor to be the first person to be killed by Batman."

The clown looked condescendingly into Batman's eyes, grinned and took a deep breath: "What are you suppressing, why don't you smile? As a superhero, you should learn to release yourself, keep a sullen face all day long, It will change over time."

"This has nothing to do with you!"

"That's right, I almost forgot, you've been a pervert for a long time. Normal people don't dress themselves up as bats and come out in the middle of the night to scare people."

The corner of Batman's eyes twitched, he threw the Joker to the ground, opened the Batmobile and drove off.

The clown got up and yelled at the Batmobile that had opened a hole in the wall again: "Hey, why didn't you kill me, is it because I sent you home last time?"

As the Batmobile drifted away, the Joker looked at the disappearing taillights, cursed secretly, and then took out a remote control display from his crotch.

"Let me see where the Batmobile is now... It's really interesting who is that country bumpkin who has something to do with the big bat."

"Wow, I stopped in the red light district, I didn't let him release himself like that! Well, the car started again? Exactly twenty seconds... What a sad man, I could hold on for at least a minute."

...

In the center of Gotham, on the top floor of a skyscraper, a middle-aged man dressed in a suit and holding a scepter looked down at the city shrouded in darkness, his eyes full of coldness.

Behind him, hundreds of men in black were motionless, half kneeling on the ground, waiting for his order.

"Gotham is entering the countdown, just like Constantinople and ancient Rome, it has become a source of evil. This city is hopeless and must be destroyed."

Master Ninja - Henry Duca!

In the early years when Batman was still Bruce Wayne, he wanted to understand criminal psychology and wandered around the country. In order to get in close contact with criminals, he was even imprisoned for committing crimes himself. Duka saw that he was young and promising, and he was a good material to inherit the mantle, so he not only released him, but also took good care of him in every possible way.

Duka taught Wayne good martial arts, taught him how to hide, how to use weapons, and patiently helped Wayne overcome his fear. As a teacher, Duka did everything he could.

But Wayne repaid Master Ninja in this way. He set fire to Master Ninja's house, blew up his hometown, destroyed most of his men, cut off his foundation, and later slept with his daughter.

The angry master ninja decided to take revenge on Wayne and destroy Gotham City in front of his face!

Well, I can't make it up anymore, the above is pure nonsense. Master Ninja wants to destroy Gotham. As for the reason...it doesn't matter. Boss wants to do bad things. Does he need a reason?

Master Ninja has planned everything. He wants to destroy Gotham with poison gas and re-establish a new order after the destruction.

"Bruce, I taught you to hide in the dark to make the enemy fearful, but I didn't let you dress up as a bat... What a ridiculous costume!" Duka chuckled, picked up the map beside him, and looked at the important place to execute the plan.

Arkham Asylum!

"This is the starting point for the destruction of Gotham. The mission cannot be missed. I don't want to see failure. Do you understand?" Duka is confident, how can a mere madhouse stop the soldiers he has carefully trained.

No one responded, and the people in black got up directly, ready to complete the task.

"etc……"

Duka suddenly made a sound, and pondered for a while: "There is always a bad feeling, just to be on the safe side, this time I will lead the team myself!"

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