Chapter 639 Isn’t Emptying the Magazine a Basic Operation?

A double negative image spokesperson, the Joker is standing on a container, and his men should be underneath.

From Xia Yanzhen's position, there were not many people visible. They could only see the clown standing under the spotlight, saying something.

"We retreat..."

Gordon planned to call everyone to retreat, they were here for reconnaissance.

I didn’t expect to bump into the clown himself, so what else is there to say, just leave quickly.

Gotham's conscience does not mean being brainless. The meager strength of eleven people must be used to confront the Joker and hundreds of his younger brothers head-on.

As a result, Gordon turned around and found that except for him, everyone else had already retreated more than ten meters away.

Charles had some conscience and did not forget to wave to Gordon silently.

Signaling him to run quickly.

"Fake..."

Gordon cursed lowly, took one last look at the clown, and turned around to catch up with everyone.

The group of people retreated cautiously, for fear of alarming the fervent beasts.

Xia Yanzhen blends in among them and does not show the landscape.

However, when everyone retreated to the car and felt that it was about to be safe, there was a burst of undisguised footsteps in the darkness around them.

A group of people came out from various corners and hidden places and surrounded them.

"Back off!"

"Back off!"

Including Sanhe Master Bill, everyone reacted very quickly, and they all raised their guns and pointed at the clown men who were approaching.

In fact, Bill's reaction can be said to be the fastest!

"Can I shoot?" someone asked.

"It's no use."

Gordon's face looked very ugly.

The Joker's men are all a group of truly fierce and fearless lunatics.

Once there is an order from the Joker, even if everyone runs out of bullets, the remaining people will continue to rush over, and... they also have guns!

In a place like Gotham, it's too easy to get guns.

This is the largest underground gun trading market in the world.

If you go to a dangerous place at night, you may find a gun on the ground.

Of course, it is unknown whether there are bullets in the gun and whether a burly man will appear behind you when you bend down to pick up the gun.

Everyone has a gun, and it would be unwise to shoot each other in this situation.

As for firing a few shots and running towards the car that is already very close, it is not wise.

There are strong men in Gotham who can dodge bullets, but Gordon and the others cannot.

There was a slight hesitation.

There were more and more clowns around, and they were completely surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside.

They came closer, pressing their chests against the muzzles of their guns, with strange smiles on their faces.

The clown's men have very distinctive looks.

To describe it in two words, it's punk, or more specifically, it's called death heavy metal.

The feeling of oppression is very strong.

Xia Yanzhen saw that the hands of several newcomers had begun to tremble.

On the contrary, Bill had a steady hand and a serious expression.

Without further ado, the Joker's men began to disarm.

"give them."

With Gordon's approval, several people handed over their guns and were pushed towards the clown's location.

Everyone came near the assembly that was shrouded in spotlights.

There was a circle of people dancing around with demons.

The total number of people can be six to seven hundred.

"Hi, Gordon, long time no see." The clown showed an exaggerated smile and greeted Gordon, who was like an animal being watched.

Gordon showed no fear on his face and said coldly: "You still escaped."

"What does escaping mean? Does it count as escaping if you leave home?" the clown said dissatisfied.

He walked to the edge of the container and sat down. His feet hung down and he repeatedly kicked the iron sheet of the container, making a sound.

"Gorden, Gordon."

He pronounced Gordon's name with a strange emphasis, and there was sadness in his tone, "Tell me, is that guy Nighthawk really dead?"

"Investigating whether he is really dead is the reason why he came out?" Gordon asked back.

"You know."

The clown said, "Nighthawk and I are very good friends. We have played in this playground in the dark more than once. Those are very beautiful memories."

"..."

The muscles in Gordon's face were trembling.

You, a madman, are causing trouble everywhere, kidnapping, killing, and even attacking the Gotham Police Station. Nighthawk stops you from going crazy. Is this called playing and playing?

Even though I know the clown is a lunatic.

But Gordon didn't expect that he would recognize the relationship between the two in this way.

Have you forgotten that Nighthawk beat you until you were covered in tubes and lying on the bed?

Speaking of such a serious injury, if not lying in a hospital bed for the rest of his life, he would at least spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. Why is the clown still here alive and kicking?

Gordon didn't understand how the Joker recovered.

Even though he was familiar with Nighthawk, Gordon had never seen him clearly.

There seems to be a huge barrier between superheroes and super villains and ordinary people.

The Joker on the container continued to recall the "good memories" he had with Nighthawk.

After chattering for five minutes, he looked at Gordon steadily: "Come on, Gordon, tell me, is Nighthawk really dead?" He asked the question again.

"I also hope he's not dead."

Gordon said.

"I don't believe it," the clown said, "He is my only playmate! I'm not dead, how could he die!"

"You don't believe what you're asking!" Gordon said angrily.

"Yes, why should I ask you?" The clown suddenly laughed, "I just need to be the same as before."

same as before.

Whenever the Joker causes big trouble, Nighthawk will show up to stop him.

It would definitely be big news to capture Nighthawk's younger brother Gordon (as the Joker thinks) and hang him in front of the Gotham News Building.

This will lead to Nighthawk - if he is not dead.

"Well, let's kill everyone except Gordon." The clown thought of it and did it. "Play a kidnapping game this time."

"etc!"

Gordon's expression changed and he shouted, "If there are more people, things will get bigger!"

"That makes sense."

The clown nodded, then smiled, "But I refuse, I just want to kill them, hahahaha!"

He was laughing wildly.

The clown men nearby raised their guns and gathered around.

"no no."

The clown stopped these people, "Don't use guns, beat them to death, be very cruel."

The corners of his mouth turned down, as if he was crying or smiling.

"Let me see who of you dares!"

Gordon roared and yanked open the buttoned windbreaker, revealing the bomb tied inside.

He pulled out the switch fixed in his sleeve and held it in his hand!

It can be pressed down with just a slight movement.

"come!"

If Gordon had long hair and a long beard, his beard would already be flying at this time, like a lion.

Xia Yanzhen couldn't help but look sideways.

Your Gotham City is really full of honest people and talented people.

Who would have thought that a deputy police chief would have a bomb under his windbreaker instead of a body armor?

You have done all the work of criminals, what else do these criminals do?

Sure enough, the Joker's men were stunned.

Are you the criminal or are we the criminal?

"Hahahahaha!"

The clown pointed at Gordon and laughed wildly, "How interesting, Gordon. If it weren't for Nighthawk, you might have become my playmate."

"Stop talking nonsense! Let them go!" Gordon stepped forward.

The crowd in front retreated like a tide.

Bill and the others immediately followed Gordon's pace.

Xia Yanzhen fell behind.

Gordon came under the container and looked up at the clown.

The clown jumped down from above and stared at Gordon with interest.

"Let them go! I am enough!"

Gordon roared at the clown, spitting on the clown's face.

The Joker very smartly stepped back to avoid the spit attack.

He tilted his head and stared at Gordon, the expression of interest on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by an inexplicable sadness.

"you--"

Gordon was about to say something.

"So, he is really dead, right?" The clown suddenly spoke, interrupting Gordon.

"What did you say?"

"Nighthawk, it turns out he is really dead."

The clown's eyes were a little dull, and two tears flowed from his eyes, without damaging his makeup.

Clown makeup should be waterproof.

"How are you sure he is really dead?"

Xia Yanzhen asked.

"How are you sure?" The clown glanced at Xia Yanzhen and looked at him with disdain like an idiot before explaining, "Look at Gordon's appearance now.

“When the father dies, the son will grow up, right?

"In the past, little Gordon would only huddle under Nighthawk's cloak and cry, but look at how irritable he is now, as angry as if he wants to challenge the whole world. This is what a child would do after witnessing his father's death."

Xia Yanzhen looked at Gao Deng.

Gordon wanted to refute but couldn't.

Yes, if Nighthawk hadn't died, he wouldn't have done such a drastic move.

Whenever something went wrong in the past, Nighthawk was always there to solve it.

Now that Nighthawk is gone, can Gordon solve the problems caused by Gotham's super villains?

cannot! You know he doesn't have the ability.

It’s not a Gordon dish, but everyone doesn’t have it.

Can anyone maintain law and order in Gotham when they are acting as director, deputy director, or COP? Cannot be maintained!

The only thing Gordon can do is to die with some abnormal lunatics at the critical moment.

This is his best effort.

After answering the question, the clown suddenly became uninterested. He waved his hand: "Let's go."

"Walk?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"It's boring. You people, this city."

The clown said to himself, "Without Nighthawk, what's the point of all this? It's better to destroy it, yes, destroy it..."

His gaze gradually became dangerous.

"Let's go." Gordon wanted to take the clown away before he changed his mind.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot.

The Joker's skull was almost lifted open.

Blood splashed out under the illumination of the searchlight, along with some fragments.

The clown fell hard to the ground.

The venue suddenly became quiet, as if someone had pressed the pause button on the video.

Only the muzzle of the gun emitted a little smoke in the freezing cold night.

Xia Yanzhen held up the toy that finally came in handy - ebony wood. He thought for a moment about what he should say in this situation.

I bloom in the midst of killing, like a flower in the dawn.

No, not that.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Xia Yanzhen poured all the bullets on the clown's body and emptied the magazine.

That's right, that's it.

The language of bullets instead of what he wanted to say.

After emptying the bullets, Xia Yanzhen looked at the stunned crowd around him: "What's wrong? As a COP, facing extremely vicious gangsters, isn't emptying the magazine a basic operation?"