Chapter 123 He Is Also a Joker

In a second, Yi Lin came up with three countermeasures.

Plan A: hide directly.

Plan B: Chant a mantra.

Plan C: Show a hole card.

Among them, if scheme C is subdivided, C1-C4 can be further divided.

At least.

In the blink of an eye, time was too short, and Yi Lin didn't have time to make more plans.

If it was the real Bruce Wayne, Yi Lin might not have enough time to think about how to deal with the situation in front of her.

The premise is——

Is this the real Bruce Wayne?

In the blink of an eye, the pitch-black bat motorcycle swept over with a frightening sound!

Yi Lin didn't hesitate any longer, and decisively turned on "Run Fast" and "Follow Your Shadow".

And in the eyes of "Batman", that hateful "riddler gentleman" disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Derivative applications that go hand in hand——

The shadow left a mark!

Now "Like a Shadow" has been upgraded to MAX by Yi Lin.

This is not the same as when the derivative application was first developed.

When the sense of existence is reduced by 100%, even if she uses skills face-to-face, even if Yi Lin cannot "unscientifically" disappear from the opponent's eyes, she can still make her own sense of existence blurred in the opponent's "perception" for a moment.

Not to mention in such high-speed relative motion.

"Batman" and "Riddler Gentleman" passed by each other, and in his retina, for a moment, not even a second, he couldn't capture the figure of "Riddler Gentleman".

The night in Gotham is too dark.

The riddle gentleman's clothes are also too dark.

Moreover, "Batman" is not used to the narrow field of vision behind wearing a mask.

All kinds of conditions caused "Batman" to tilt the front of the car slightly, and directly passed by Yi Lin!

Nourishing——

But after the miss, Batman also recovered in the shortest time.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, an uncontrollable madness appeared in his eyes.

"Die, die, die—"

Batman suddenly took out a strangely shaped pistol from his waist.

What is loaded inside... is a special armor-piercing projectile!

Even if it is the armor of a tank, even if it cannot be pierced with a single shot, it can still create a hole!

No matter how amazing the riddles of the riddle gentleman are, no matter how magical the riddle gentleman's methods are, "Batman" believes that no one can block armor-piercing bullets with a physical body.

The Riddler Gentleman Must Die!

Otherwise, I'm sorry to the majority of Gotham citizens!

"Let the world feel the pain from now on!"

"???"

Duang!

He... suddenly disappeared!

It was pitch black!

"Tsk, it's just blinding."

A dissatisfied voice suddenly came from Batman's ear.

He suddenly felt something sting on the side of his neck.

No, that's a knife!

"Let the world feel the pain from now on!"

Batman hadn't had time to regain his sight.

The inexplicable lines of the riddle gentleman came to my ears again.

And again, again!

In the next second, there was a loud bang in "Batman"'s head, and he could no longer open his eyes.

from now on.

...

[Get chaos value +20! 】

Yi Lin finally stopped the dagger frantically churning in the mouth of "Batman" when the reminder of the acquisition of the chaos value was sounded like a mosquito's leg.

Under the mask, the mouth was already bloody, and red and white things spit out from the mouth.

"I didn't expect this 'bat suit' to be so hard? Is it a damage reduction attribute?"

Yi Lin struggled to pull the "Batsuit" off "Batman".

Behind the mask, there was a face that Yi Lin was quite familiar with.

"It really is you..."

Behind the mask, it wasn't Bruce Wayne at all.

but—

James Gordon Jr.

Therefore, killing the "fake Batman", except for a little chaos value reward, there is no point reward.

Because...James Gordon Jr. wasn't one of the "old tales" at all.

Through that look, Yi Lin had long recognized that the man in the bat suit was not Bruce Wayne himself at all.

He once had a drink with Bruce Wayne.

Yi Lin was sure that Bruce Wayne would never look at him with such hatred.

Even if Yi Lin committed a heinous crime in Gotham City.

All the old Bruce Wayne cared about was the answer to that puzzle.

The look on James Gordon Jr. before he died... is beyond words.

Yi Lin glanced at it, and felt... quite aggrieved.

Poor Sheriff.

Yi Lin thought about it, and wondered if it was because of the declining charisma value that he became more and more proficient at brushing up the hatred value.

Basically, if you do something a little bit, you will be hated by the characters in the trial, the kind who will never die.

Just like Nie Hongxiu in Ghost Mist Mountain...

And James Gordon Jr. in Gotham City...

Yi Lin was also very helpless.

This Apocalypse Knight template seems to be such a ghost animal setting.

Yi Lin silently touched the body of James Gordon Jr.

Kill people and touch their corpses without leaving their names.

--good habits.

...

【Bat Suit·Change】

[grade] epic

[Restrictions] Male, suitable body shape, charm value greater than 5.0.

【Durable】2764/3000

[Effect] Strength +30%, Agility +30%. "Night travel", "slow descent", "blunt weapon damage absorption", "sharp weapon damage reduction".

[Explanation] Can you COS Batman, don't you have any points in mind? Put it on, you are the most mysterious boy at night.

...

"?"

After reading the "Bat Suit·Change" in her hand, Yi Lin instantly had the illusion of being offended by some kind of malice in this world.

And slowly typed a question mark.

It must be equipped with a charm value greater than 5.0?

Who do you look down on?

The epic level is called epic because the existence of this piece of equipment represents a period of "history".

Nature has a unique "personal color".

Like the "question mark scepter" in Yi Lin's hand, or the "bat suit · change" in front of him.

Or have strict equipment restrictions.

Or have a complex way of using it.

Of course, there are also types that are easy, mindless, simple and happy.

There are no absolutes.

Yi Lin had heard of an even more ridiculous equipment restriction in the circle before.

A certain person once obtained a piece of "curse-type" equipment that could curse all the people named "Zhang San" to death face to face.

However, when the attributes of this piece of equipment were leaked, there has never been any apostle named "Zhang San" since then.

"Huh?"

etc.

Suddenly, Yi Lin took out another piece of epic equipment.

Carefully compared three times.

"Could it be that--"

Yi Lin's pupils shrunk, and with a click, "Bat Suit·Chain" turned into a gray card. On the card was a set of dark and mysterious bat armor, lifelike.

He hurriedly walked to the Batmobile, without any hesitation, he fished it out with one hand.

...

[Congratulations on getting the "Mount Card"... "Bat Motorcycle"! 】

"!"

...

...

at the same time.

Wayne Building.

tonight.

On Bruce Wayne's bed, there was rarely a girl lying on it.

He was alone, sitting in a dark room, drinking red wine alone.

He didn't quite remember what year Lafite was...it wasn't expensive anyway.

Outside the Wayne Building, it was already crazy.

Looking down, explosions occurred from time to time everywhere, and the flames of guns flickered in the night sky.

Bruce Wayne was completely silent.

He had a vague feeling that Gotham tonight was far more insane and disordered than Gotham twenty years ago.

It was like the madness that erupted when a virgin who had been suppressed for twenty years suddenly faced dozens of sexy girls.

Although this analogy is a bit inappropriate.

But Gotham City at this moment does bring Bruce Wayne this sense of déjà vu.

"Old friend, it turns out that you are wrong."

Bruce Wayne sighed softly, raised the red wine glass in his hand, and respected from a distance in the direction of the mayor's mansion.

Not long ago, he had been unable to dial James Gordon's phone.

It was a special communication tool made by Bruce Wayne.

It cannot be blocked by ordinary means.

In other words... something happened to old Gordon.

In this crazy night of Gotham.

"Since you're here, why don't you have a drink?"

Bruce Wayne suddenly chuckled and turned around.

In the corner of the room, at some point, stood a funny clown in a purple suit.

"Hee hee hee, good evening, my dear Bruce Wayne...retired Batman..."

Snapped.

The red wine glass fell on the expensive carpet in an instant.

The dark red wine stained a large stain on the carpet in an instant.

No!

How can it be!

Bruce Wayne's fingers trembled slightly.

impossible!

He saw the "Joker" who "robbed" the GBC broadcasting company last night, and he didn't show such a horrified expression.

In fact, there are very few things in this world that can cause Bruce Wayne to fluctuate violently.

The criminal who played the Joker was very similar to the previous Joker in terms of demeanor, clothing, and tone of voice.

But in fact, it's just a lot like... that's all.

Bruce is most familiar with Joker, and after a little comparison with the lunatic in his memory, he is sure that the Joker of last night is not the real lunatic.

Besides, Bruce Wayne was sure of it.

Twenty years ago, he pierced Joker's chest with his own hands.

Killed Joker with his own hands.

At the same time, it also violated the justice he has always insisted on.

When Batman has blood on his hands, he is no longer Batman.

He is no longer worthy to uphold justice in the dark.

Because, the moment Joker was killed with his own hands, he was no different from the criminals he sanctioned.

That's why there were rumors that Batman and the Joker died together twenty years ago.

Because this is the official information he asked Old Gordon to release.

After that night, Batman completely disappeared in Gotham after locking up all crimes in Arkham Asylum.

It was never seen again.

Anyway, the Joker is dead.

He sure.

but--

The moment the clown in the purple suit in front of him raised his head and let out a strange grin, Bruce was shocked.

Whether it is reason or every cell that is trembling involuntarily, it seems to be telling old Bruce——

He is Joker!

The real Joker!

"Impossible! Who are you? Joker is dead! I'm sure!"

"Hey hey, my dear Bruce... Why so ?"

The clown chuckled, and he walked out of the darkness with a strange and sickly smile on his face, but various complex emotions were revealed in his eyes.

With three points of amazement, three points of joy, three points of regret, and one point of uncontrollable madness.

All kinds of complicated emotions appeared on a distorted face covered with paint.

Even the former Batman, Bruce Wayne, couldn't see through the inner world of the clown through those eyes.

Bruce Wayne took a deep breath.

Soon, he calmed himself down.

He has also seen superheroes active in other cities before.

Like running fast.

Another example is running out of the Amazon jungle.

Some even floated from the bottom of the sea.

The world is not normal.

After a brief shock, Bruce Wayne suddenly darkened his face.

"As far as I know, Joker died on that day twenty years ago. I personally...burned his body. Who are you?"

"Hey hey, guess what? Bruce, we are old friends!"

suddenly.

Joker put on another kind smile, and another peaceful tone, and smiled slightly: "Mr. Bruce, who am I...?"

This kind smile, combined with the funny and weird clown paint on his face, is incomparably weird.

"Jack Craze!"

Bruce Wayne's pupils shrank suddenly: "Krez... Jack Crazy? Joker Crazy (crazy clown)?"

"Bingo—that's the right answer!!! Jie Jie Jie Jie—congratulations to my wise Lord Bruce Wayne for solving the puzzle of the great Joker, and next, hee hee hee, is to present the award to my dear Bruce when!"

Joker's figure moved, and the movement was extremely fast. When Bruce Wayne reacted, Joker held a syringe in his hand at some point, and stabbed Bruce Wayne's neck fiercely.

In the blink of an eye, the dark green liquid in the syringe gurgled into Bruce Wayne's body!

"you!"

Bruce Wayne suddenly crouched on the ground.

Trembling violently.

That white hair turned into golden silk again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The slightly shriveled body, driven by the drug, became plump again within a few seconds, the loose bathrobe was under the ground, revealing streamlined muscles, and the seemingly tempered body was full of explosive power .

Bruce Wayne seemed to feel that the power that had been lost for many years was pouring out of his body endlessly, endlessly, like that power, without end.

peak?

No!

This power is far more terrifying than his peak state.

Clap clap.

Bruce Wayne stood up slowly, with a straight back, and the sharp eyes, the moment he raised them up to stare at Joker, were like two sharp lights out of their sheaths, filling the surroundings with a chilling atmosphere.

Kakaka.

Bruce Wayne clenched his fists.

Shake your legs again.

This feeling is incomparably wonderful.

This is the body of youth.

five!

No, I'm going to hit ten!

No no... twenty!

Bruce Wayne almost growled with excitement.

But he is Bruce Wayne after all, the one who was once feared by all the forces in Gotham.

Fighting skills, firearms, willpower, and endurance are all considered to be at the peak of human existence.

He used the shortest time to suppress the ecstasy in his heart. He did not forget that there was a person standing in the room who could be called his lifelong enemy.

"Why?"

"Because - love!"

Joker suddenly laughed wildly, flipped his palms, and a sharp dagger slipped from the cuff of his suit. Like a ghost, he rushed to Bruce Wayne in an instant.

But Bruce Wayne's current state is no longer comparable to what he was a few minutes ago.

Literally, he felt even stronger, more durable, and... more powerful than Batman of yesteryear.

This feeling is like rebirth!

But he couldn't figure it out anyway, why Joker would do such a thing to himself.

He also couldn't figure it out, that night, he obviously killed Joker with his own hands, so who is the Joker in front of him?

What he also couldn't figure out was what kind of drug Joker injected himself with, which could make the old man regain his youth.

All of this...is a mystery that will not be solved for a while.

Bruce Wayne had no time to think about it.

Because, at this moment, the clown has already wrestled with him.

The entire Gotham City thought that Joker could become the former Dark Lord, all because of his crazy will and treacherous criminal methods.

But Bruce Wayne was very clear.

The real Joker is also a master of martial arts!

A monster that can rival him in wisdom and strength!

And it's... a crazy and unscrupulous monster.

But gradually, it turned out that Bruce Wayne had the upper hand, Joker's speed was getting slower and slower, and many of Bruce Wayne's heavy fists fell on Joker.

click.

suddenly.

Bruce Wayne felt something was wrong.

His punch not long ago clearly broke Joker's ribs.

But Joker just laughed wildly and spat out a mouthful of blood, then got up again alive and well, seemingly unaffected at all.

"?"

Joker suddenly smiled and pointed to Bruce Wayne's arm.

Bruce Wayne looked down.

There is a wound there.

The wound that was cut by Joker's dagger at some time.

"This kind of injury..."

He was about to say that this kind of injury is not painful at all.

But the next moment, his pupils shrank sharply, and his mouth opened wide in shock.

Injury, injury, the wound is healing quickly!

"Surprise~~~"

Joker suddenly laughed wildly. In the horror of Bruce Wayne, taking advantage of the momentary relaxation of this man with iron will, he suddenly flashed in front of Bruce Wayne and opened his arms.

So close!

Bruce Wayne can even clearly distinguish the wrinkles on Joker's face made of inferior cosmetics.

"I've been in 'this one' Gotham...been a long time...hee hee hee..."

"Your father, Thomas Wayne."

"Your mother, Martha Wayne, hey, with all due respect, she's really beautiful..."

"Your wife, Catwoman, Selina Kyle...hey, she's really hot!"

"Your old butler, seems to be... called Alfred?"

"Actually... their deaths... were all planned by me! Jie Jie Jie Jie——"

Joker chuckled.

The dagger in his hand actually slashed towards his chest.

Cut along the texture of the skin, little by little.

After the texture, it is the pale ribs.

Joker suddenly exerted force.

He tossed the dagger aside.

Along the two rows of ribs, forcefully open your chest.

There--

There is a bright red heart.

Plop, plop, plop!

Joker raised his head, still smiling.

"Look, Bruce, hey, I'm doing this for love!"

boom!

In an instant, it was as if a bolt from the blue flashed through Bruce Wayne's mind!

He had long felt that the deaths of those around him were unusual.

It seemed that there was a black hand behind the scenes manipulating everything.

It's just that even Bruce Wayne couldn't find out the real reason for all this.

Coincidentally...just like a coincidence really.

He suddenly realized that Jack Kretz had been hovering beside Bruce Wayne as an "old friend of his father" and as a kind doctor many years ago!

No flaws!

"Hey hey——" Joker suddenly smiled coldly and lowered his voice.

"My dear Bruce, Jie Jie... Let me tell you a little secret~ The person you killed was the Joker, and I, hey, hey, was also the Joker... but it was the 'other' Joker—"

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