I Really Don’t Want To Be A Calamity

  Chapter 577 Jia Qin Mei’s Goodness

"So, love will disappear, right?"

Tanano Chie looked at Yi Lin,

All smiles.

"Yes."

Yi Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, without the slightest hesitation in reply.

Next second.

The mosquito-leg-like chaos value prompt sounded, and Yi Lin finally stopped the dagger that was churning wildly in the mouth of "Batman".

Under the mask, that mouth is already bloody, and red and white things are spitting out from the mouth.

"Didn't expect this'bat battle clothes' to be hard? Does it reduce the damage attribute?"

Yi Lin laboriously changed the "bat battle clothes" from the "Batman" "Pulled down.

Behind the mask, there was a face of Yi Lin that was quite familiar.

"It really is you......"

Behind the mask, it is not Bruce Wayne at all.

It's--

James Gordon Jr..

So, for killing "Fake Batman", there is no point reward except for a little chaos value reward.

Because... James Gordon, Jr. is not part of the "legacy of old" at all.

Through that look, Yi Lin has long recognized this person wearing bat battle clothes, who is not Bruce Wayne at all.

He had a good drink with Bruce Wayne.

Yi Lin is convinced that Bruce Wayne will never look at him with such hatred.

Even if Yi Lin committed a heinous crime in Gotham City.

The only thing the aging Bruce Wayne cares about is the answer to that puzzle.

The face of James Gordon Jr. before his death... It's hard to say a word.

Yi Lin took a look and felt... quite aggrieved.

Poor sheriff.

Yi Lin thought for a while, but I don't know if it is the reason for the declining charm value, so that he can use the hatred value, and he has become more and more proficient.

Basically, if you make a little difference, you will be hated by the characters in the trial, irreconcilable.

It’s like Nie Hongxiu in the Ghost Wushan Mountain...

And James Gordon from Gotham City...

Yi Lin is actually very helpless. .

This Apocalypse Knight template seems to be such a ghost animal setting.

Yi Lin silently touched the corpse of little James Gordon.

Murders and corpses leave no name.

He is alone, sitting in the dark room, drinking red wine alone.

He also doesn't remember what vintage Lafite is... It's not expensive anyway.

Outside the Wayne Building, there is already a madness.

Looking down, explosions occur from time to time everywhere, and the night sky is shining with firearms.

Bruce Wayne was completely silent.

He vaguely feels that Gotham tonight is far more mad and disorderly than Gotham City twenty years ago.

It's like the kind of madness that a virgin who has been depressed for twenty years suddenly broke out when facing dozens of sexy girls.

Although this analogy is a bit inappropriate.

But Gotham City at this moment does bring Bruce Wayne this sense of sight.

"old friend, it turns out that you were wrong."

Bruce Wayne sighed softly, raised the red wine glass in his hand, and faced the mayor’s mansion. The direction is a respect.

Not long ago, he had been unable to dial James Gordon's phone.

That is a communication tool specially made by Bruce Wayne.

It cannot be blocked by normal means.

In other words...something happened to old Gordon.

In this crazy Gotham night.

"Since it's here, why not have a drink?"

Bruce Wayne suddenly chuckled and turned around.

In the corner of the room, at some unknown time, stood a funny clown in a purple suit.

"Hehe, good evening, my dear Bruce Wayne... Retired Batman..."

Pop.

The red wine glass instantly fell on the expensive carpet.

The dark red red wine instantly stained the carpet with a large stain.

No! How is it possible!

Bruce Wayne's fingers trembled slightly.

impossible! He saw the "Joker" who "robbed" the GBC Broadcasting Company last night, and he did not show such a horrified expression.

In fact, there are very few things in this world that can make Bruce Wayne's mood fluctuate wildly.

The criminal who played Joker is very similar to the former Joker in terms of demeanor, costume and tone.

But in fact, it's just like... nothing more.

Bruce is most familiar with Joker. After a little comparison with the madman in his memory, he was sure that the Joker last night was not the real madman.

Besides, Bruce Wayne is sure.

Twenty years ago, he personally penetrated Joker's chest.

Killed Joker personally.

At the same time, it also violated the justice he has always upheld.

When Batman has blood in his hands, then he is no longer Batman.

Nor is it worthy to preside over justice in the dark.

Because, at the moment Joker was killed by himself, he was no different from the criminals he sanctioned.

Therefore, there are only rumors that Batman and the Joker were perish together twenty years ago.

Because this is the official information he asked the old Gordon to release.

From that night, after Batman shut all crimes in the Arkham Asylum, he completely disappeared in Gotham.

Never appeared again.

Anyway, the clown is dead.

He is sure.

But--

The clown in a purple suit in front of him, when he lifts the head and laughed hehe, Bruce was shocked.

Every cell that is shaking involuntarily, whether it is reason or whole body, seems to be telling old Bruce--

He is Joker!

The real Joker!

"Impossible! Who are you? Joker is dead! I can be sure!"

"Hehehe, my dear Bruce...Why so?"

The clown chuckled, he walked out of the darkness, a strange and sick smile appeared on his face, but his eyes showed all kinds of complicated emotions.

With a three-point exclamation, a three-point happy, a three-point regret, and an unquenchable madness.

All kinds of complex emotions appeared on a twisted face covered with paint.

Even the former Batman, Bruce Wayne can't see through those eyes, the inner world of the Joker.

Bruce Wayne took a deep breath.

Soon, he calmed himself down.

He has seen superheroes active in other cities before.

For example, running fast.

Another example is running out of the Amazon jungle.

More floating from seabed.

This world is not normal.

After a brief shock, Bruce Wayne suddenly lowered his face.

"As far as I know, Joker died on that day twenty years ago. I personally...burned his body. Who are you...?"

"Hehehe, guess? Bruce, we are old friends!"

Suddenly.

Joker put on another kind smile, and another peaceful tone, said with a slight smile: "Your Excellency Bruce, who am I...?"

This kind smile, matched with the funny and weird clown painting on his face, is very weird incomparable.

"Jack Crazy!"

Bruce Wayne's pupils shrank suddenly: "Kretz...Jack Crazy? Joker Crazy (crazy clown) ??"

"Bingo-you are right!!! jie jie jie jie-congratulations to my wise Lord Bruce Wayne, who solved the great Joker's puzzle, next, hehe hehe , It’s time to award my dear Bruce!" Jokerbody moved, the action was so fast, when Bruce Wayne reacted, Joker held a syringe in his hand at some point, fiercely. It was on Bruce Wayne's neck.

In a blink of an eye, the deep green liquid in the syringe gurgled into Bruce Wayne's body! "You!"

Bruce Wayne suddenly squatted on the ground.

Shaking violently.

That white hair turned into sparkle again at the speed visible to naked eye.

The slightly shriveled body, driven by the medicine, became full again within a few seconds. The loose bathrobe was underground, revealing streamlined muscles, which looked like thousands of hammers. The flesh of hundred refinements is full of explosive power.

Bruce Wayne seems to feel that the power that has been lost for many years, the source is not Danger Land pouring out of the body, endless, like that power, without end.

Peak?

No! This power is far more terrifying than his Peak state.

pa pa pa pa.

Bruce Wayne stood up slowly, with a straight back and sharp eyes. The moment he lifted up and stared at Joker, it was like two severe lights that had just been unsheathed, making all around suddenly. There is an atmosphere of solemnity.

ka ka ka.

Bruce Wayne clenched his fists.

Shaking his legs again.

This feeling is incredibly wonderful.

This is the body of youth.

Five!

No, I want to fight ten! No no... Twenty!

Bruce Wayne almost roared with excitement.

But he is Bruce Wayne after all, the one who used to fear all the forces of Gotham.

Fighting skills, firearms, willpower, endurance, can be called the existence of reaching the human peak.

He used the shortest time to suppress the ecstasy in his heart. He has not forgotten that in the room, there is still a figure who can be called his lifelong enemy.

"Why?"

"Because-love!"

Joker suddenly laughed wildly, turned over the palm, a sharp dagger from The cuffs of the suit slipped, and the whole person was like a ghost, and he rushed to Bruce Wayne in an instant.

But Bruce Wayne's current state is no longer comparable to what he was a few minutes ago.

It is no exaggeration, he feels that he is even stronger, more durable, and... stronger than Batman of the past.

This feeling is like a rebirth! But he couldn't figure out why Joker wanted to do this for himself.

He couldn't figure it out either. That night, he obviously killed Joker with his own hands. Then who was the Joker in front of him?

What he couldn't figure out was that the medicine Joker injected himself into, what was it that could make him regain his youth when he was old.

All of this... is a mystery that cannot be solved for a while.

Bruce Wayne has no time to think too much.

Because, at this moment, the clown is already fighting with him.

The entire Gotham City believes that Joker can become the King of Darkness of the past, thanks to his crazy will and the treacherous criminal methods.

bang! Ahhhhhhh.

It's a coincidence... It's really just like a coincidence.

He suddenly realized that Jack Kretz, as a "father old friend" many years ago, wandered beside Bruce Wayne as a kind doctor. !

No weak spot!

"hehehe --" Joker suddenly smiled coldly, lowering his voice.

"My dear Bruce, jié jié... tell you a little secret~ the man you killed was Joker, and I, hey, hey, also Joker... But, it’s another 'Joker--"

"!"

咻--

"Crossing the cloud arrow!"

bang! Long arrows burst in the air, and bright radiance, like fireworks, has become the most brilliant color in this black and white world.

A piercing arrow, a magnificent army with thousands of men and horses, come to see you!

President, come on! (End of this chapter)