The cold light in the research room shone on the light blue floor, and an urban beauty wearing high heels and professional clothes walked in as coldly as frost.
"I need an explanation, who gave you the right to let him leave his post without permission! Strange!"
"Miss Talia, after Strange, you should add the word "doctor", so that it will sound more comfortable."
Hugo·Strange was standing in front of the culture tank in a white coat, holding a notepad and checking some values.
"You haven't answered my question yet!"
Talia stepped over, biting his red lips with his white teeth, looking at the corpse in the culture tank, and asked with an unwilling look, "How did he die?"
In the cylindrical culture tank, a mutilated corpse was soaked in the light green liquid, with several thin metal tubes interspersed on the corpse.
Strange raised his head, looked at the data on the computer, and recorded it again on the notepad in his hand.
"He died of pain, his heart ruptured, and he also took strong poison and struggled for more than an hour." Strange said, "I didn't expect that a little policeman could..."
"What do you want to say?" Talia looked coldly.
"..."
Strange closed the notepad and turned to look at Talia, "Ms. Talia, I admit that Assassin League is powerful, but I recognize more what I see with my own eyes!"
Talia stared at him without fear, and finally Strange took a step back, ending the confrontation.
"Okay, I admit, I underestimated the policeman, but..." Strange looked at the culture tank, a strange look lit up in his eyes, "... I did underestimate him."
This corpse with a distorted face, internal organs, and even burst blood vessels gave Strange too many doubts and shocks.
What kind of vitality can resist the powerful poison that kills in three seconds for 72 minutes, and stop the bleeding on its own in the case of heavy bleeding, and even have a tendency to heal?
"Give me the information about that person."
Talia reaches out to get it, Assassin League's plan has been launched, and no unexpected presence is allowed.
If there is, get rid of it!
"Miao Mu, Arkham Police Department's senior police detective, I have prepared a copy for you. Also, I would like to ask, is Lazarus Pit true?" Strange turned around and asked.
Walking to the other side, picking up the information bag and pouring out the photos and documents inside, Thalia hesitated for a moment after hearing this.
"It's true! But it only works when Lazarus Pit is used. Fountain of Immortality water will lose its effect if it leaves Lazarus Pit."
Talia turned to look at Strange, "After Gotham Collapse Plan is completed, you are qualified to enter Lazarus Pit and become the heir of Assassin League."
Strange nodded and watched Talia leave here.
Then, he turned to look at the corpse in the culture tank and said thoughtfully, "There is more than just Lazarus Pit in this world."
"Catch him, don't let him escape!"
A gang member armed with a pistol fired three shots at the fleeing figure in front of him.
Bang bang bang...!
The panicked figure hid in an alley, and a group of gang members chased the fireball.
"Jote! Did you read that correctly?" A gang member with a submachine gun rushed into the alley and saw only a long dead end. He shouted in surprise, "Where are the people?"
"I read that right, it's that Joker, the Roman, but he has a reward of 10 million! Ten million!"
Jote blushed, completely aroused by the sky-high price of the reward, which was even more exciting than when he got high on a woman.
Ten million, this is a number that they, the middle and low-level gang members, would never dare to think of!
Where is that damn green-haired guy with the money exchange coupon that ran away from the circus? Where is it?
Several people quickly ran into the alley, searching for traces of Joker. Although they had no talent for tracking, they were tempted by the huge reward.
It was the trash can. They turned it over twice, just as Jote, who was holding a pistol, opened the trash lid on one side.
Joker, who was hiding in the trash can, stood up first. George looked at Joker's pale complexion, funny red lips, and dark green hair, and his face suddenly became overjoyed.
At this moment, a small knife stabbed into his neck. It was an inferior three-cent knife. It was a bit useless even for robbery, but now it took his life.
The warm blood, like running water, spread along his neck, making the suit on his body soaked through.
He wanted to shout a reminder, but Joker's hand covered his mouth, making him unable to make a sound and could only stare wide-eyed.
All the strength in his body flowed out along with the blood. When the gun in his hand fell, Joker reached out to catch it.
"Good baby, you should go to bed early."
Joker said with a smile, pulled out the knife, and splashed a stream of warm blood on Joker's face.
Licking the blood droplets that fell on his mouth, Joker shouted excitedly, "Let Uncle Jack see who is not sleeping yet!"
This sound alarmed several people around, but Joker held the pistol and pulled the trigger, shouting crazily:
"The obedient baby has already laid down to sleep! The bad baby who hasn't slept yet... should be punished!"
Bang bang bang bang...!
Every time the muzzle of Joker's gun shook, a flower of blood bloomed from a gang member's body, and the sound of gunshots echoed around.
Click, the bullet was empty.
Joker brought the barrel of the gun to his eyes, looked at the dark rifling inside, shook it twice, and shrugged helplessly:
"It seems that the product America is not easy to use."
More than half of the gang members in the alley were killed or wounded by the gunshots just now. The only remaining person was hiding behind the trash can and did not dare to show his face.
Joker jumped out of the trash can, bent down to pick up the lid on the ground, put it back on, and nodded with satisfaction.
Picking up a submachine gun on the ground and loading it, Joker looked up at the sky and said to himself, "What should I do with the bad baby?"
"I should... pull out my teeth! I hate pulling out my teeth! But..." Joker turned to look at the gangster hiding behind the trash can, grinned and shouted, "Bad babies like to pull out their teeth!"
The gang members who were hiding behind the trash can were anxious and angry when they heard this rumor. Finally they gritted their teeth and stood up, raised their guns and pulled the triggers.
"Joker from Gouri Bichi! Die!!!"
The bullets fired from the submachine gun in his hand were like a metal storm, sweeping away everything in the alley.
There were smashed wine bottles, wooden boards, bricks, scraps of paper flying everywhere, and banging tin trash cans.
Click, all the bullets were fired. The gang members gasped for air and glanced in front of them in horror. There was no... no Joker!
"Oh, poor bad baby, leave it to Uncle Jack. Uncle Jack will make you a good baby!"
Joker, holding a submachine gun, appeared from the side and pressed the barrel of the gun against the gang member's cheek. In the eyes of the man who was frightened and begging for mercy, Joker shook his head pitifully.
"Don't worry, Uncle Jack will help you..."
The trigger was pulled, the submachine gun fired bullets, and there was a sound of the water bag being smashed.
The gang member's face, teeth, tongue, and skin were all shattered by bullets, turning into thick red blood and splattering on the wall, like a thick layer of red paint.
With a plop, the body fell to the ground. Joker took a submachine gun, rubbed it on his face, and said pitifully, "Look, the good baby is sleeping so well..."
"Ah!!!"
A panicked voice sounded from a broken door in the alley. It was a businessman in a torn suit. He heard the gunfire and came over to take a look.
However, this sight scared him...
Just when he covered his mouth, prayed for God's blessing in his heart, and left quietly, suddenly...
The bullets fired from the submachine gun directly penetrated the dilapidated wooden door, leaving circular bullet holes in it.
However, in just two seconds, the submachine gun in Joker's hand was empty of bullets, and he reached out and pushed open the door.