"What are you doing, Miao Mu?!"
Captain Bullock, who was putting on his body armor, saw Miao Mu flip open the trunk and take out an assault rifle. He hurriedly shouted:
"No, what are you doing?! We still don't know what's going on inside! If you act on your own like this, the commissioner is watching right over there!"
"Jason's in there! How am I supposed to stay calm? Where the hell did that damn Joker freak crawl out from this time?!"
As Miao Mu stuffed magazines onto his body, he checked the attachments on the assault rifle and switched on the infrared sight.
Inside, he was cursing up a storm. Joker was dead!
Miao Mu had seen it with his own eyes. That night, after all the autopsy reports had been completed, he had personally escorted Joker's body to the crematorium.
He had witnessed the whole process from beginning to end. In the end, he had scattered the still-warm ashes from a bridge into the Gotham River.
Miao Mu had even worried for a while afterward. Would Gotham still be Gotham without Joker?
The facts proved that Gotham was only better without Joker.
But... why had another Joker appeared here?!
Did this thing respawn at random?
Gotham lost one Joker, and another one just popped up?
"Fuck!" Miao Mu cursed indignantly. He slung the assault rifle over himself, then took out an Uzi Submachine Gun, loaded a magazine, and holstered it on his thigh like a pistol.
He was armed like a special forces soldier headed into a world war.
"I'm saying, don't panic yet. It'll definitely be fine. By the way, Jason is that son of yours who got double A-pluses on his exams? Never heard you mention him before."
Bullock finished gearing up and leaned against the