"Mr. Gordon, I found another bus, but unfortunately, it's already exploded."
Jason drove the Batmobile along the coastal highway in the eastern Municipal District, where he found the fourth bus.
A fierce gunfight had just taken place at the scene. A burning pickup truck lay overturned beside the bus. Across the street, a police car flung up by the blast hung from a traffic light, while another had smashed through the guardrail and made intimate contact with the rocks along the shore.
Corpses littered the ground. Most were left from the firefight between crooked cops and gangsters, while a small number were bus passengers.
Seeing the bus smoking and sizzling under gunfire, they had abandoned all regard for the rules of the game. One after another, they rose from their seats, trying to escape through the windows.
But the bomb exploded faster than they could escape. Most had been burned to charcoal before they could jump out. Those who had left intact corpses like these were the selfish ones who had first left their seats and triggered the collapse of order.
Expecting humans to remain rational forever was asking too much. Joker had proved that with his crude little trick.
Jason parked by the roadside. He had not forgotten Qin Wei's instructions-check the ceiling of the bus, where the treasure clue Joker had mentioned was hidden.
The gangs' understanding of the "treasure" was simple: it was the stack of files Maroni used to blackmail Gotham's political elite. Finding it would give them a chance to replace Maroni.
Qin Wei, however, had a different opinion. He knew the Roman Empire's true master was the mysterious organization called the Court of Owls. Since Joker had said whoever obtained it could ascend Gotham's throne, perhaps the "treasure" referred to something else, possibly even