Only me in the world is normal

Chapter 652 Xia Yanzhen's Game
In the hands of the person in front of him, the clown felt that he was not an opponent at all, no, not even a person at all.

but some kind of object.

Fortunately, this time, after he broke through the rage, the opponent stopped.

Give him a chance to speak.

"Do you want to guess..."

The clown looked at the window of the warehouse, it was already dark outside, "From day to night, how many people died in Gotham?"

"You're pretty good."

Xia Yanzhen looked at the clown and said, not answering his words at all.

"Ha! Are you changing the subject? You are guilty, so many people died because of you..."

"I have met many opponents who are close to being immortal."

Xia Yanzhen said to himself, "But they are only immortal on the surface. Once their power is exhausted, they will die. You are different, you are the only exception so far.

"Every time you are revived, you will return to your best condition, smooth breathing, strong heartbeat, vigorous vitality, everything remains unchanged.

"So far, you're the closest thing I've ever seen to being truly immortal."

"Ha!" The clown who was interrupted gave a short smile, "Why, are you interested in immortality?"

"Every time you die, it takes one minute to one and a half minutes to be resurrected." Xia Yanzhen still did not answer the clown's question, "Other experiments, such as dividing you into many small pieces or burning you to ashes, Haven't tried it yet."

"Hahahaha!"

The clown laughed loudly, "You want the secret of my immortality, right, as long as you play a game with me."

"But I did an experiment anyway."

Xia Yanzhen stood up and looked at the clown in front of him, "It's a pity that I didn't succeed, otherwise I can try to take you away."

"take away?"

I don't know why, when he heard this, an inexplicable fear instinctively rose in the clown's heart.

He didn't know where the fear came from.

It seems to be a great terror from the depths of genes?
It's like ordinary people standing on the edge of a cliff, and if they take a step forward, they will die.

Xia Yanzhen didn't answer the clown's question.

The attempt he's talking about, when the Joker is dead, a corpse, puts him in the sage's bracers.

In this case, is it possible to bring the clown into the dream of God?
Unfortunately, it didn't work out.

Tiamat tried, but there was no way to put the jester into the sage's bracers.

Similarly, the Beast Master Box cannot hold a clown.

Cannot bring back the dream of God.

About the clown's resurrection limit, various resurrection conditions, and how to resurrect, Xia Yanzhen did not continue to explore.

There are about 12 hours left to complete the task.

The people of Gotham are on the run, and this mission has ended ahead of schedule.

"Take it away, where are you taking me?"

Seeing Xia Yanzhen's regretful expression, the clown asked, "Is it the depths of the sea, sealing me up with cement? Do you think this will make me sleep forever?"

He is sneering.

But the expression that was revealed rarely had the emotions that a normal person should have.

Rather than pure excitement and "laughing wildly".

"No, I didn't intend to do that."

Xia Yanzhen smiled, and finally started to have a real conversation with the clown, "If I remember correctly, the seawater erodes cement or other things very seriously, and you will be free after a few years."

"Hehehe." The clown laughed strangely again, "You're not too stupid."

There will be a day when there will be freedom.

Beyond the deep sea, the clown's ability to bewitch and hypnotize must have left absolutely loyal puppets in some places.

As long as it is a place that can be touched by manpower, there will definitely be people who are interested in his immortal body and will release it.

"Originally your fate has nothing to do with me."

Xia Yanzhen said to the clown, "But since you like playing games so much, then I will reluctantly play a game with you. This time I will make the rules."

"Oh, what are you going to play?"

The clown gets excited.

Before Xia Yanzhen could answer, there was a burst of alarm bells outside.

"Xia, you are surrounded, come out and surrender immediately!" Gordon's voice became distorted through the loudspeaker.

"Tch, here comes the boring spoiler." The clown said disdainfully.

At the same time, the windows of this ordinary warehouse were broken, and several smoke bombs were thrown in.

Thick white smoke began to fill the air.

Xia Yanzhen's chest suddenly swelled, and he opened his mouth to breathe out. A gust of wind blew up in the warehouse, blowing away a large amount of thick smoke.

He grabbed the Joker, and through the thinning smoke, he opened the warehouse door.

"Out."

Gordon shouted, "Xia, take out the legacy of the Joker and Nighthawk, and I won't make things difficult for you."

There were seven or eight police cars parked outside the warehouse, and the COP had more than a dozen people in total.

Among them were Gordon and Bill.

It has to be said that no matter what purpose these people come here for, they can be regarded as dedicated to their jobs.

Xia Yan really didn't look at Gordon, but looked at the roof on the other side.

There, the figure of the vulture is looming in the night.

"Come on, Vulture." Xia Yanzhen challenged Vulture, "If you win against me, I will give you both the clown and the inheritance."

Now that the vulture is here, let's test it before we go, there is still time anyway.

"As long as you have these two things, whichever one lands on the ground, you will win." Xia Yanzhen raised his hands.

Mask of truth in left hand, clown in right hand.

"I'm not your toy." The clown said dissatisfied.

But Xia Yanzhen's hand holding his neck shook slightly, and he was immediately speechless.

The vulture didn't speak, and fell from the roof, walking towards Xia Yanzhen.

The speed became faster and faster, and then disappeared from everyone's sight.

He didn't use his special ability, but purely high-speed movement, so ordinary people like Gordon couldn't catch him in the dark night.

There is already the essence of Nighthawk.

However, Xia Yanzhen grabbed the clown and threw it to the side, forcefully knocking out the "disappeared" vulture.

The clown was used as a weapon and collided with the vulture's hands.

I don't know how many bones were broken, and the vulture himself took a few steps back, and the hands that blocked the clown just now trembled slightly.

"Can you go faster?"

Xia Yanzhen turned around and asked.

"can!"

The vulture roared and rushed towards Xia Yanzhen, making a howling sound.

In the next second, he flew upside down, rolled on the ground several times, and barely adjusted his posture to regain his footing.

An arm hangs down and has been broken.

"Forget it, stop fighting." Xia Yan was really dull.

"Pound! Pound!"

Gunshots sounded, and four COPs fired at Xia Yanzhen without Gordon's order.

All the bullets fell on the clown who was used as a shield.

The clown was killed.

Before he could be revived, he was thrown out as a weapon and hit two of them. Xia Yanzhen rushed forward and passed the other two at a speed that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, all four of them died.

The clown's tattered body fell to the ground.

It's so miserable that it doesn't look like the lunatic that countless people hate.

"I'm leaving." Xia Yanzhen walked slowly to the clown, "See you by fate."

Say goodbye to Bill and the others.

"Where are you going?" Gordon asked.

Xia Yanzhen raised his head and pointed to the sky.

Gordon, Bill and the others also raised their heads, God?

Does this mean dying with the clown?
Not so much, right?

Xia Yanzhen bent down slightly, and Tiamat, who was acting as an earring, entered the state of being armed with a magic dragon.

In this case, holding the mask of truth still counts as time.

"I'll go, this is your shirt?"

Bill looked at Xia Yanzhen armed with the magic dragon, surprised, and looked at the vulture again.

Much more handsome than the Vulture or even Nighthawk's shirt.

The sooner you appeared in this image, I am afraid that you would have inherited the legacy of Nighthawk and become the new hero of Gotham.

Gotham people still look at the "face".

"Probably." Xia Yanzhen grabbed the clown and flew into the sky.

High in the sky, the clown woke up leisurely.

First, I looked around, and there was no unnaturalness or fear because I was at a high altitude.

He opened his mouth and barely made a sound in the strong wind: "If I remember correctly, you said you want to play a game?"

"Well, the game is called 'How long can you go before you stop thinking'."

Xia Yanzhen said.

Armed with a dragon, his voice became a cacophony of voices, with a magical power that captured the soul.

The clown was not affected: "What does it mean to stop thinking?"

"Ah."

Xia Yanzhen didn't answer, and continued to fly forward.

The dragon was disarmed, and Tiamat transformed into a dragon and carried him flying.

A few minutes later, the surroundings became colder and the air became thinner, and the clown became stammering: "Where are you taking me?"

"Space."

Xia Yanzhen said.

"Space?"

The clown struggled violently, but unfortunately his strength was like a fly shaking a tree against Xia Yan.

Xia Yanzhen just stretched out his hand and pressed it down, and the clown couldn't move.

"Except for the deep sea, the depths of the earth, and the endless dark universe, they are all beyond the reach of human beings." Xia Yanzhen said, "So I decided to throw you into space to see how long you can last before becoming like a certain person." Stop thinking like a super creature."

"let me go!"

The Joker growled, feeling fear for the second time.

The fear this time is different from the unreasonable fear at the beginning, but the clown really knows what he is afraid of.

Boundless darkness, endless loneliness!
Death is not terrible, for the clown, it is unbearable yes this.

"let me go!"

The clown struggled and roared, but couldn't break free from the "big mountain" pressing on him.

Xia Yanzhen ignored him and just took his last breath.

Adjust breathing to internal circulation.

"Where are you going?" Tiamat asked.

"Don't stop, fly until the mission is over." Xia Yanzhen smiled.

Take it as the final test of this mission.

"it is good."

Tiamat picked up speed, and frost began to form on the Joker.

His struggling movements became sluggish.

Xia Yanzhen lowered his head and glanced down, and the planets in this world gradually showed the whole picture in his eyes.

The planet is very similar to the real world, but it seems a little illusory and fuzzy.

In Xia Yanzhen's eyes, it felt a little unreal.

The spherical surface showed a part of an arc, and the edge part exuded a halo, and a rare and magnificent scene emerged in his eyes.

The clown was covered in frost and was completely dead.

After a while, he woke up suddenly. After being awake for more than ten seconds, the clown seemed to want to move his body, opened and closed his mouth twice, and died again without making a sound.

"You should outlive 'Master Katz' a bit longer.

"If there is a chance, I hope you can still talk to me when we meet again next time. At that time, maybe you can conduct a more comprehensive test on your immortal body."

The clown couldn't hear Xia Yanzhen's last words to him.

(End of this chapter)