Dancing along the edge of the skyscraper, Jiang Hao's every move was seen by everyone. Many people broke out in cold sweat for him, while admiring his courage and nerve even more.
"Joker, I order you to come back! You'll fall!" the operations captain shouted.
Jiang Hao stood on the very corner of the building's edge, with one foot still hanging outside. He chuckled at the operations captain, then glanced at the TV station's camera. Raising a hand, he waved at it and silently mouthed a single word.
"Bye-bye!"
The next instant.
Jiang Hao stepped into empty air and fell downward, instantly drawing countless cries of alarm.
It was over. Completely over. He would definitely be flattened into a pile of flesh, the kind that had to be scraped up with a shovel.
The TV cameraman desperately tracked Jiang Hao's falling body, ready to record the Joker plunging to his death. But just as everyone cried out in worry, Jiang Hao suddenly spread his arms, and a wingsuit appeared on him.
His arms spread wide.
Whoosh!
His rapidly falling body suddenly glided sharply to the side. This was the heart of Gotham City's commercial district, where skyscrapers stood everywhere. The Joker twisted his body and barely dodged the edge of a building. After a few quick turns, he vanished from the camera's view.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! That was awesome! So he was prepared all along."
"I told you the Joker wouldn't die that easily. Those cops can't catch him at all. People always call him crazy, but he's actually the smartest kind of person in the world—a master criminal."
Seeing the Joker escape, the crowd in the square actually erupted in cheers, celebrating his getaway.
The police operation had failed completely. The Joker had caused massive chaos at Gotham's commercial