Only me in the world is normal

"it's me."

The vulture's voice came through the helmet and became very dull.

"You're back." Bill rolled his eyes slightly.

He didn't really want to follow the "last words" in the diary to let Vulture get the inheritance of Nighthawk.

It's not like Xia can't inherit it.

Anyway, he is also very strong and can kill Kun En.

"How did Quinn die?" Vulture ignored Bill's meaningless greeting.

"I don't know, it fell suddenly, from the sky." Bill said, which is quite true.

Vulture glanced at Bill's COP uniform, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." Bill stopped Vulture, "There is one of our own in the cemetery."

Vulture didn't speak, waiting for Bill's next words.

"He's handsome, you should be able to tell at a glance," Bill said.

Vulture understood Bill's meaning: "As long as he doesn't attack me, I won't hurt anyone."

He was just cruel to criminals, but he didn't really degenerate into a murderous maniac.

The vulture took two steps forward, leaving the hidden corner.

Then suddenly disappeared from Bill's sight.

Bill rubbed his eyes to make sure that he really couldn't see the vulture, and then set his eyes on Quinn's head, and was about to bend down to pick it up.

There was a sound of footsteps.

He poked his head out to look, and was stunned for a moment.

At the end of the street, under the morning light, a group of people were walking arm in arm.

Form rows of walls.

These people are all residents of Gotham, some of them are wearing clothes, some of them seem to have just come out of the bed, wearing a pair of shorts, and some don't even have shorts.

They marched in unison, like a march.

"What are you doing! What's going on!"

Bill was shocked, and keenly noticed that there were several clowns in the crowd.

Not caring about anything else, Bill immediately retreated to a corner in the corner, contacted Gordon, and told him what he saw.

"What? How many people?"

"I don't know, at least over a thousand." Bill said.

"Where is their purpose, the cemetery?"

"Sure, otherwise why would it appear here?" Bill said.

"You should observe first." Gordon's tone was dignified. He searched frantically in his memory, but he didn't find anyone in Gotham who could control so many people.

According to Bill's description, these people were obviously controlled by others.

Gotham villains, who could do this?
"By the way, the vultures have also entered the cemetery," Bill said.

"I see." Gordon sighed, "You protect yourself."

That tiredness can be felt across the phone.

"Okay." Bill naturally didn't mean to go out.

The crowd outside had already passed in front of him, heading straight for the cemetery.

The gangsters outside the cemetery stared wide-eyed.

Usually they are rampant in Gotham, but now, it has become a public toilet, and anyone can come to it.

The obstacles formed by the five gangs, like the Maginot Line, did not play any role.

Everyone comes and goes freely.

At the beginning, I could comfort myself by saying that let them fight with each other, and we will benefit from the fisherman.

Now it is impossible to even deceive yourself.

Thousands of people, ignoring the guns, pushed forward.

"How to do?"

The leading little bosses looked at each other in blank dismay.

If a few people come, they dare to shoot, if a dozen people come, they dare to shoot.

But with thousands or thousands of people in front of them, they really didn't dare.

Gangsters are different from supervillains in that their main purpose is to make money.

Kill thousands of people?

They're crazy to do that.

Not everyone has a psychiatric certificate from a doctor.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

I contacted the boss urgently, and there was a response, this inheritance is gone!

Sure enough, only lunatics can get their hands on things belonging to lunatics, it's better for ordinary people like them not to get involved.

After getting into the car quickly, a group of gangsters fled from the other side, and the exhaust smelled a bit embarrassed.

The crowd did not stop and entered the cemetery.

Bill thought for a while, kept his distance, and followed cautiously.

Xia is still inside.

"Not good." In the cemetery, Xia Yanzhen looked at the corpses of several super villains. These people could not meet the standard to test his strength.

Not to mention the limit, Xia Yanzhen didn't even use much force.

I was thinking whether to let it go like this or use the sinful city of Gotham to escalate things.

Xia Yanzhen saw a man in black clothes and helmet approaching.

He walked fast and came straight to him, holding a blood-stained claw knife in his hand, which was longer than ordinary claw knife.

"Who is this..."

Xia Yanzhen stood still, waiting for the opponent to make a move.

"Are you a cop?" Vulture stopped to look at Xia Yanzhen and asked.

Indeed handsome.

It can be seen at a glance, and no additional characterization is required.

"No." Xia Yanzhen shook her head.

He's not COP, and Gordon has kicked him off the team.

"Isn't it?" Vulture asked, "There is a COP outside who says there is one of his own here."

"Bill? Then he's talking about me, I'm an informant." Xia Yan really thought about it, and arranged an identity for himself, "Who are you?"

"Vulture."

"Nighthawk's partner?" Xia Yan really remembered the contents of the diary.

"Yes, give me that mask," Vulture said.

He has a better understanding of Nighthawk's powerful secret.

Once upon a time, Nighthawk was an ordinary person.

By chance, he got something. Nighthawk didn't say what that thing was.

He just told Vulture that after his death, he might leave behind a "double-edged sword".

Hurt others, but also hurt themselves.

The double-edged sword left behind will probably appear in the form of a "skull" or something.

Now it seems that it is an incomplete skull.

"Sorry, I can't give you this." Xia Yanzhen smiled and refused.

"Ah."

The vulture sneered, and continued to approach, about to strike.

In the next second, he stopped and looked behind him at the same time as Xia Yanzhen.

There are many figures there, and someone is constantly approaching.

After a while, the dark crowd came near the two of them, and they walked over to form a circle, surrounding the two of them.

Xia Yanzhen saw this scene when he first met the clown.

"Hi, how are you two?"

Someone took out a mobile phone from his clothes and put it on, and a cheerful voice came from inside.

"clown!"

The vulture's voice instantly became cold and murderous.

"Hi, little sparrow, long time no see, it's been a few years... I forgot, after all, you are just an unimportant little sparrow." The clown said annoying words in the tone of meeting old friends.

"Where are you, get out!"

Vultures searched the crowd.

"Hehehehe."

The clown laughed, "Little sparrow, you are still so upright, do you think I will be here?"

Xia Yanzhen looked at the butcher's body.

Suddenly, I understood why the half-crazed butcher in the data would become a target of action and join the fight for inheritance. He was probably controlled by the clown.

It was not the butcher who did it from beginning to end, but the clown!

Now, the clown controlled these people to come over again, and the visitors were not kind.

"Wherever you are, I'll find you!" said the vulture.

"Before you find me, let's play a happy game." The clown said, "This game is called whoever kills the most wins."

"What do you mean?"

"There are a total of 340 people here." The clown said with a smile, "You two, whoever can kill more people will be the winner and get the inheritance of Nighthawk."

"You crazy!" the vulture growled.

The clown ignored it, and continued on his own: "Don't worry, I will operate in secret. This competition is fair, open and just. Many people have cameras on their bodies and can broadcast live, so you can do it boldly. Whoever kills more Whoever wins!"

"..."

The vulture fell silent.

"Why do you think that we will do what you say?" Xia Yanzhen shook the mask of truth in his hand, "The mask is not in your hand."

"Because I have other bargaining chips, be quiet and listen carefully."

The clown laughed.

Following his words, Xia Yanzhen and Vulture heard the sound of roaring explosions from a distance at the same time.

"Gotham Court." The clown giggled, "Gotham Hospital..."

He reported more than ten locations in a row.

"I have installed a large number of bombs in every place." The clown sighed quietly, "If I had more time, I could have installed bombs in more places, so that the whole of Gotham would die with the death of Nighthawk.

"So, you guys have to let me see the value, I have a new toy, Gotham will be fine, you know?"

It seems that the clown definitely didn't just get out of the hospital last night.

Or, while he was lying on the hospital bed for intubation, he was doing things remotely.

It's just that Xia Yan's real appearance made him give up his original plan, and let him have fun first.

If Xia Yan really can't bring him enough fun, he can replace the former Nighthawk.

The Joker doesn't mind ruining Gotham either.

As for vultures.

This kid doesn't mean anything.

The clowns were tired of it back then.

"You have half an hour to save people. If you don't do anything, it is estimated that 10 people will die. There are only more than 2000 people here. Killing more than 2000 people can save 10 people, and you can also get the inheritance of Nighthawk. It's a good deal." The clown said with a smile, with a bewitching tone, "Or I can turn off the live broadcast, don't worry, the live broadcast has not yet started.

"No one knows what you are doing. You can also kill each other, kill each other, and then blame me and him to become real heroes.

"It's okay, I don't mind being a stepping stone to a winner.

"Come on, hero, use us to achieve you!"

Following his words, the people around moved, and they walked towards Xia Yanzhen and Vulture.

Vulture retreated to Xia Yanzhen's side: "Is there anything you can do?"

To be valued by a clown is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Yes, just find the clown himself."

"Find?"

"need some time."

"Then these people..."

"These people are easy to deal with, just break their hands and feet or knock them out." Xia Yanzhen looked around and found a branch that had fallen from the battle just now.

The branches are as thick as a forearm, quite straight, an artifact of childhood, and the destroyer of rapeseed flowers.

Xia Yanzhen shook the branch in his hand, and handed it to the vulture very generously.

"Ok?"

Vulture froze for a moment, "How do you know I'm really here?"

He looked like he was on Xia Yanzhen's left, but he was actually on the right.

On the left is a false body.

"...I saw it."