From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

The iron chair fell to the ground with a loud crash.

But the clown kept laughing, as if nothing in the world could stop him from laughing.

Leo was genuinely annoyed. He came to see the clown hoping to make him cry, or at the very least, to make him unable to laugh.

He guessed the beginning and the process correctly, but he guessed the ending wrong.

The Joker—the most insane villain in the DC Universe—is clearly beyond the comprehension of common sense.

Leo exhaled a deep breath and vigorously shook his wrist.

With this action, he put the hair he had plucked from the clown's head into the space.

On the other side, Pure White controlled the robot to close the sealed box and put the green curly hair with follicles into the liquid nitrogen cryopreservation tank for storage.

These hair follicles can be used to extract the Joker's DNA, which is of great research value.

Leo knew that Batman and the police department had extracted samples of the Joker's organization in an attempt to confirm his true identity or something else.

Without a doubt, they all failed, because the Joker's origins are a mystery; before he became the madman he is today, he might have been an unknown person.

But Leo is different. He can use 2077's high-tech equipment to retest him later, with the aim of confirming if there is anything interesting in the Joker's body... such as the Dionysus factor.

That's why he insisted on meeting the Joker in person—once he's locked up back in Arkham Asylum, who knows how long it will be before he can have such a close encounter again.

Now that we have the goods, it's time to leave.

only……

Leo felt unsatisfied looking at the clown lying on the ground, still laughing wildly.

A thought struck him, and he switched to the drone's view.

Batman is rushing over; we need to buy some time.

Leo stood up and walked to the door before Batman could. Then, with a flick of his wrist, a slab of concrete weighing several tons blocked the door.

"Don't do anything stupid!"

Batman's voice blared from the speaker, carrying a strong sense of warning.

Leo replied casually, "Don't worry, I promise I won't kill him."

As he spoke, he walked towards the clown, looking down at him condescendingly: "Clown...would you like to play a game?"

"Hahaha..." The clown finally stopped laughing, panting heavily. "Games? I like games, especially games with some kind of penalty for losing!"

"What a coincidence, we were thinking the same thing!"

Leo snapped his fingers, and a coin appeared out of thin air between his right thumb and forefinger.

"Let's play a coin toss game. The image of the Goddess of Peace is heads. If the coin lands heads up, I'll give you a burst of fire. If it lands tails up, then nothing happens. How about it?"

The clown's tongue, which had nowhere to go, darted out of his mouth again, licking his lips incessantly. After a moment, he suddenly said, "I guess both sides are heads."

Before Leo could speak, he added, "But it's okay, that's what makes it fun! If I can get the coin to land on the ground or a table, I'll bet it will stand up!"

Leo's gaze swept across the ground.

This is an important place for interrogating prisoners. The cement floor is as smooth as a mirror, without a single gap. That is to say, it is impossible for a coin to fall into a gap and stand upright.

From this perspective, even if the coin falls to the ground, there's a high probability—no, an extremely high probability—that he will win.

But the probability is not 100%. In countless attempts, the coin will always have a chance to stand up.

Considering the person in front of him was a clown, he didn't want to gamble.

"No, a coin toss only counts if you catch it."

The clown sighed: "Then what's the point of throwing or not throwing? You've eliminated the greatest fun of this game—the variable."

Leo nodded in agreement: "You're right, whether we throw it or not is meaningless, so let's skip the process and start the punishment!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the coin disappeared, and a gleaming submachine gun appeared in his hand.

On the gun, three "V"s gleamed with a pale blue light.

"This is my beloved gun, the Hell Trio." Leo stroked the inscription on the gun. "Today, I'll let you experience it for yourself!"

"Don't die, Joker..."

The trigger was pulled, and the dense gunfire echoed layer upon layer in the soundproof interrogation room.

Amidst the intense gunfire, which resembled a tidal wave, a strange sound suddenly broke through.

That was the sound of Batman entering the room through another door.

But he was too late. All forty-five bullets hit the clown's limbs without missing a single one.

Seeing the Joker sprawled on the ground, convulsing and still laughing maniacally, Batman's lips curled into a smile.

“Abuse of violence will only lower your moral standards. You shouldn’t argue with a madman like that.”

"No, no, no, I'm not crazy, nor am I a freak or a monster. I just have some progressive ideas!"

The Joker, sprawled on the ground, answered Batman's question.

His limbs were twitching abnormally, but his face still held a smile... a maniacal smile.

Seeing that he could still speak, Batman calmed down a little. "What kind of bullet did you use?"

"The specially made blunt-nosed bullets, combined with the added effect, will at most break his limbs, but won't kill him."

Hearing this, Batman shook his head slightly, his eyes still showing disapproval.

“This is the Gotham Police Department. You shouldn’t be using your personal connections here. Take your concrete slabs away and get out.”

Leo shrugged and walked happily toward the door.

After putting the cement slab back into his storage space, he also put the gun inside. Then he remembered he'd forgotten to pick up the automatically ejecting magazine.

Looking back...

Batman had already picked up the magazines and scattered bullets—and casually stuffed them into his waist pouch.

This guy... sigh, I'm too lazy to curse him out, whatever.

Early Signs of Talent: Chapter 232 Leo: "Selling the 'Batmobile' to Batman."

Leo left the interrogation room and glanced at the Gotham City police officers in the distance.

The police officers also stared at him, their eyes filled with surprise, scrutiny, resistance, and greed, but not with any goodwill.

Oh, no, Harvey and Rachel are still friendly and haven't colluded with those corrupt police officers.

Leo had no intention of going over to talk to this group of scheming people, and stood alone in the corner.

It's as if there's an invisible wall separating the two sides, dividing them into two distinct little circles.

Police officers and vigilantes—a difference of only one word, yet they represent two completely different stances.

Turn your head to look at the one-way mirror.

In the interrogation room, Batman is examining the Joker's injuries.

Despite looking incredibly miserable, the clown still had a big smile on his face, and his mouth never stopped moving.

Not long after, Batman was angered by his fallacies and punched him hard in the face.

Leo shook his head at the sight.

The current Batman is still too green; he's so easily provoked. The Joker wants to interact with him, so punching him would be exactly what he wants.

If Batman were to completely ignore him and treat him like he's invisible, the Joker would be cowering in a corner, dropping his pearls.

After a while, the sound of hurried footsteps came from afar.

Gordon is back.

Seeing the slightly tired yet relieved expression on his face, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"The bomb has been defused, don't worry."

Gordon walked to the monitor, and as soon as he stopped, he saw the Joker sprawled on the ground like a dead dog...

"You...you just stood by and watched him beat up the prisoner, and didn't even try to stop him?"

The officers exchanged glances, their eyes drifting towards Leo.

Gordon was truly numb.

What does this look mean?

A form of torture involving repeated beatings?

The Joker is indeed a heinous criminal, but this is a police station, and allowing prisoners to be beaten in public is not in accordance with procedural justice.

Seeing that his subordinates were unreliable, he had no choice but to go and stop Batman himself.

But perhaps because he was tired from earlier, he didn't walk very fast, giving Batman a chance to punch the Joker twice more before entering the interrogation room.

Ultimately, Gordon, the champion of justice, stopped Batman's atrocities and gave him a stern verbal rebuke.

Batman silently and humbly admitted his mistake, then turned and walked out of the room.

Two volunteer police officers met and stared at the public security, procuratorate, and judicial groups across the street.

Harvey nodded his thanks to the two men. Judging from his expression, he might have joined their side if he hadn't been forced by circumstances.

Rachel felt a little awkward. She looked at Batman with a thousand words in her eyes, but in the end, she still held Harvey's hand tightly.

"time to go."

Batman silently turned around and walked towards the exit.

Leo reached out and called the drone back, then turned and left arrogantly.

After they left, the officers all breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though they were on their own turf, the two people made them feel a strong sense of crisis.

Leaving aside the unpredictable Batman, that man in silver seems to have superpowers, or maybe he has a spatial storage device from a science fiction novel?

They will then send this intelligence to their respective "masters" as soon as possible.

Gotham has gained another superhero; many people will probably have sleepless nights tonight…

*

As I walked out of the GCPD headquarters building, the bright light gradually faded into the distance.

Batman's black suit blends into the night, making the title of Dark Knight even more fitting.

Leo's mind started racing, and he was considering whether to reveal the Sword in the Stone and, while he was at it, talk to Batman about getting a new car.

But then the hum of a jet engine drifted in on the gentle evening breeze.

A moment later, two batwing helicopters took off from the police station's helipad and arrived above the two men.

"Two Batplanes...A-Fu is here too?" Leo looked up. "Is this your backup plan? You get the information and then fly the plane to rescue people?"

Batman shook his head: "No, Alfred has already gone to Cicero to stand by. The extra plane is for Gordon."

Leo understood: Batman had pinpointed the approximate location of the hostages and was just waiting for the Joker to speak before rushing to their rescue.

Unfortunately, he was still one step ahead and resolved the matter satisfactorily before the other could.

Thinking about the favor Batman owed him, he decided to prioritize efficiency and use it immediately to further amplify the snowball effect.

"Get in my car, the newest sports car from 2070!"

Upon hearing this, Batman stopped what he was doing and let the two Batplanes return on their own.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the "Shadow Car" of the Stone Sword reappeared.

This is an Easter egg car in Cyberpunk 2077. According to the original process, you need to complete a mission called "Shadowman: Rise of the Shadow Knight" to obtain it.

He got a great deal by buying it directly from the old captain.

When this sports car, which has a very "Batman" style, appeared, Batman himself looked surprised: "This is...my car?"

Leo immediately retorted, "What do you mean it's your car! I bought it with my own money! It cost... over ten million!"

He inflated the cost price a hundredfold so that he could then charge exorbitant prices.

Batman had no time to pay him any attention and was carefully examining the car.