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Chapter 349 Zhou Ke'er, go back to Arkham, I, Batman, promise I won't hit you.

The Joker Gang leader quickly inquired in the channel and discovered that many members of the Joker Gang had lost contact.

Some members of the Joker's gang even witnessed several black tentacles emerge from the shadows, dragging their companions into the darkness before vanishing without a trace.

In no time, news of the haunting spread throughout the channel, and the remaining members of the Joker Gang were filled with fear and unease.

"Believe in science. There are no ghosts in this world. It must have been Batman who broke in."

The Joker gang leader, a man of experience, roared into the channel, "From now on, everyone pair up! No solo actions allowed! Report any unusual activity immediately!"

The order was given swiftly and decisively, but unfortunately it was of little use.

The number of people going missing is increasing, and voices on communication channels are disappearing one after another, which is chilling.

Seeing his side dwindling in numbers, the clown gang leader gritted his teeth and decisively ordered everyone to gather in the center of the floor.

The remaining members of the Joker gang quickly gathered around, holding their guns and looking around warily, creating a tense atmosphere.

The Joker's gang leader tried to bolster morale: "Don't panic, Batman doesn't kill people, we'll be fine. At most, we'll spend a few months in the hospital. Once today is over, we'll get a huge commission from the Joker, and we won't have to worry about money for the rest of our lives. This deal is a sure thing."

He said it with confidence.

Batman has an absolute no-killing principle; his actions may seem brutal, but in reality, he has extremely precise control over the degree of violence.

Someone once saw Batman use a rocket to blast a fleeing car into the air. The car tumbled three and a half times in mid-air before landing and burning into a fireball, but the criminal driving the car was miraculously still alive.

Besides these, there are even more outrageous incidents, such as a Batmobile weighing several tons running over a criminal's head, or a Batmobile over 200 yards long flying at a criminal, grabbing the criminal's head and comparing its hardness with the concrete ground...

No matter how hard Batman hits, not a single criminal has ever died because of him.

It's like turning on peace mode in a game, always managing to keep the enemy's last drop of blood.

Upon hearing this, everyone's tense nerves relaxed a little.

In fact, they were all outlaws hired by the Joker at a high price. Their mission was to first raid Arkham Asylum to get the Joker out, and then ambush and capture Batman.

Ultimately, regardless of whether the mission succeeds or fails, they will receive a large commission.

Compared to that huge sum of money, getting a little injured is nothing.

Just then, a grappling hook shot out from the shadows overhead and precisely wrapped around the ankle of a member of the Jokers gang.

Before anyone could react, the clown gang member was like bait cast onto a fishing rod, flying through the air out of the window, his screams echoing as he plummeted straight down, ending with a dull thud.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze instantly.

Everyone turned their heads in unison to look at the leader of the Joker Gang.

The clown gang leader waved his hand calmly: "Don't worry, it's only the 26th floor, you won't die."

The Joker gang members: "???"

Do you want to hear what you have to say?

Whoosh!

At the same time, a batarang flew through the air and pierced the neck of a Joker gang member.

puff!

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was clearly audible.

The clown gang member's eyes widened, his hands clutching his neck tightly, and a large amount of blood immediately gushed out from between his fingers, making gurgling sounds in his throat.

He swayed, then collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell silent.

Clown Gang Members: ∑ (口A口)

One person swallowed hard: "His neck is pierced, he must be dead, right?"

"A pierced neck is a pierced neck, and death is death; these are two different things, so please don't confuse them."

The Joker's leader remained calm and explained, "Don't be fooled by his exaggerated appearance and the amount of blood he's lost. These are all superficial injuries; it just looks scary. I assure you, Batman didn't kill him."

"BOOM!!"

Before he could finish speaking, the batarang stuck in the Joker gang member suddenly exploded.

The Joker gang member was instantly blown to pieces. The explosion even affected several other Joker gang members nearby, who were all blasted away, screams echoing throughout the area.

The Joker gang members who were lucky enough to escape the attack stared wide-eyed and turned to look at their leader.

The Joker's captain paused for a few seconds, then awkwardly said, "Uh, this might be Batman's latest technological method. What we're seeing is actually a holographic projection."

"Or perhaps Batman possesses some advanced medical technology that allows him to piece together a person shattered into pieces and heal them..."

""

Joker gang members:

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"Listen to yourself, do you believe what you're saying?"

Just then, someone finally caught a glimpse of a fleeting silhouette in the darkness.

"He's there!"

Everyone quickly moved their guns and frantically pulled the triggers at the shadowy area.

Da da da da da da—!

Gunshots rang out, bullets streaking across the darkness, leaving brief trails of light.

However, the bullets struck the dark figure and were all deflected, sending sparks flying.

Amidst the hail of bullets, a cylindrical object was thrown from the darkness, tracing a low parabola before rolling into the very center of the crowd.

After a soft thud, the thick white mist exploded, instantly engulfing everyone.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—!

Immediately afterwards, a series of dull thuds rang out.

The gunfire became increasingly sparse, from dense spray to sporadic bursts, and finally fell completely silent.

The smoke slowly dissipated.

Du Mu, dressed in a Batman suit, stood still, with Joker gang members lying haphazardly at his feet, their fates unknown.

Only the Joker Gang leader escaped unscathed. Standing not far from Du Mu, the Joker Gang leader trembled all over, holding his gun and gritting his teeth, saying, "Don't come any closer. If you take another step forward, I'll shoot... and commit suicide. That way, if I die, it'll be because you killed me. Batman, you don't want to break your no-killing principle, do you?"

Du Mu: "

""

You're a real talent.

Du Mu said in a deep voice, "Stop acting, Zhou Ke'er, I know it's you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the clown gang leader's trembling suddenly stopped, and he tilted his head.

"Oh? How did you figure that out?"

"Bicks admires Batman."

Du Mu discovered that this sentence was practically a universal answer, capable of handling any problem.

No wonder Batman always talks about it.

"Hahahaha! As expected of you, Batman!"

The Joker Gang leader let out a piercing laugh and ripped off his clown mask.

Beneath the mask, there was still a clown's face.

His face was paler than a dead man's, and the red paint from the corner of his mouth extended all the way to his ears. Combined with his crazed eyes, he looked quite terrifying.

[NPC: ???]

Codename: Joker

[Favorability:? ? ? 】

[Review: Batman's nemesis, Prince of Crime, Zhou Ke'er, Gotham Amu, Arkham Lifetime VIP, Spokesperson for Chaos, Sunny and Cheerful Big Boy, The Joker is actually myself, Original ID and a copy are hidden in playing cards]

This person is none other than the Joker, Batman's lifelong nemesis.

This was the first time Du Mu had ever seen an NPC's name fail to display. No wonder he was the man who could only uncover the true identity after Batman sat in the Möbius chair.

Du Mu said in a deep voice, "Surrender, Zhou Ke'er. All your men have fallen."

The clown chuckled, "They're not my men, just mercenaries I hired for a hefty sum. I'm short on cash lately and can't pay the final installment, so thank you for solving this problem for me and saving me a lot of money."

Du Mu: "6"

""

It has to be you, Zhou Ke'er.

"But you, Batman."

The clown grinned, his smile almost splitting his ears, his eyes revealing madness.

"It seems you've truly fallen from grace. You actually killed someone yourself just now, which completely violates your principles."

Du Mu remained unfazed: "No, they're just asleep."

"Haha, that's a really good joke!"

The Joker slapped his thigh and laughed loudly, "That's exactly what that new hero who recently appeared in Gotham said! What's his name again? Spider-Man? I think he's a comic book character. Do you know him?"

Du Mu nodded: "I've met him a few times. He's a very nice person, approachable, and handsome. Even I, Batman, would be ashamed of my appearance."

The clown's grin widened: "I thought he was quite interesting, and I was planning to hang out with him again in a while, but now it seems that's not necessary."

Du Mu understood.

The Joker had long seen through him; he wasn't the real Batman.

However, he wasn't surprised at all.

Batman and the Joker have been locked in a love-hate relationship for years; they are not only mortal enemies but also the people who understand each other best in the world.

Du Mu's style of doing things is so different from the real Batman that it's like Wade wearing a Wolverine suit strolling around the street... no, it should be Wolverine wearing a Deadpool suit. It's not surprising that he was recognized at a glance.

But the Joker didn't say it explicitly, and Du Mu didn't explain it either; he still revolved around revenge, darkness, and Batman.

Since he'd been seen through anyway, he didn't bother maintaining his Batman composure and cheerfully said, "Zhou Ke'er, let's go back to Arkham. I, Batman, promise I won't hit you anymore."

"That won't do. I finally managed to get some fresh air, I'm not going back so easily."

The Joker shook his head, then suddenly looked dejected. "It's a pity about my carefully prepared plan. According to my script, Batman should have been exhausted and at his mental limit when he got here, so I could have had a proper game with him."

The look of disappointment on his face lasted for less than a second before he broke into a bright, almost eerie smile, his eyes fixed on Du Mu.

"However, since you're Batman, you can play this game with me."

The clown pulled a device from his pocket. It looked so crudely made that it seemed to be pieced together from scrap. There was a button on each side of it, and a red indicator light in the center was flashing.

"I have a detonator here that controls the bombs under the two ships outside."

The Joker pointed to Gotham Bay outside, where two boats, one large and one small, could be seen quietly anchored on the sea.

The clown licked his lips and explained enthusiastically, "One ship has dozens of people, and the other ship only has five. Press one of the buttons, and the corresponding ship will explode..."

""

Halfway through his sentence, the Joker suddenly convulsed, and an electric batarang pierced his body.

"Too much nonsense, let's skip the conversation."

Du Mu was too lazy to listen anymore.

When he heard this opening, he knew without guessing that it would be another classic trolley problem.

Either sacrifice a minority to save the majority, or sacrifice a majority of bad people to save a minority of good people.

It's all the same old formula, and you never get tired of playing these supervillains.

This kind of moral dilemma might be good for tormenting superheroes with principles, but for a player, the mission at hand is more important.

His mission is to capture super criminals, not to rescue hostages. What does it matter to him whether the ship blows up or not?

"Hahahahahaha—!"

Despite being electrocuted like that, the Joker could still laugh, his laughter breaking intermittently through the electrical current: "You Batman..."

Wow, it's definitely different... I hope you can hold on later... Hahahaha...

""

The laughter trailed off with an upward lilt, and the clown collapsed to the ground, laughing uncontrollably, and lost consciousness.

That terrifying face still held an exaggerated, distorted smile.

Du Mu looked down and exclaimed sincerely, "This resistance to electricity is much better than that of Thor."

Solne ranks 1st.

Du Mu squatted down, took out a steel cable, and tied the clown up, leaving only a vent.

It's really not reassuring to deal with someone like the clown without binding him several times.

[Objective: To bring Batman to justice the fugitive supervillain (6/7)]

Du Mu clapped his hands and stood up: "Done, now only one last thing to do."

boom!

At that very moment, the ceiling above their heads shattered with a deafening roar.

A colossal figure, far exceeding the size of a normal human, descended from the sky, its fists clasped together, like a heavy hammer of flesh and blood smashing towards Du Mu's skull.

Du Mu reacted extremely quickly, crossing his arms and raising them, his huge fist slamming into the armor on his forearm.

Bang! !

With a muffled, thunderous impact, a terrifying force surged through his arm and into his body.

The ground beneath Du Mu's feet instantly shattered, and he, along with countless rubble, crashed through the floor slabs, falling to the next floor, then crashing through the floor of that floor, until he finally stopped after falling several floors, creating a deep crater in the ruins.

The enormous shadow also jumped down from a series of holes, landing with a thud in front of the deep pit. The ground trembled twice the moment it hit the ground.

Du Mu rolled over and stood up from the pile of rubble, shook off the powdered concrete shards from his shoulders, and looked up to scout the enemy opposite him.

It was a towering, almost inhuman man, whose size rivaled that of the Hulk.

He wore a black and white mask and a philosophical tank top. He looked like a good man who didn't keep mistresses. His exposed muscles bulged, and the veins writhed under his skin like small snakes.

Most striking were the tubes connected to the back of his neck, through which flowed a fluorescent green liquid that emitted a faint glow in the dim ruins.

[NPC: Bane]

[Favorability: -60]

[Evaluation: Has a close platonic relationship with Batman, seeks Bane for massage and bone setting, is a steroid endorser, an addict, and the host of DC's Venom]

[Status: Under Venom Enhancement]