Chapter 2222: The number is 3?

Killing the guard who had been bought earlier, the clown picked up his key and wandered around the third underground floor like shopping.

He remembered that Bain's room used to be in the corner of the corner, where there would always be roars.

But he doesn't plan to release Baine, he doesn't like that stupid big guy, especially the renamed Gotham to Baine City? puff!

This is the city of Crime Prince and Batman. How old is Bain? What qualifications does he have to rule here? It is a joke that is not ridiculous at all, and makes people feel sad from the heart.

The clown was not in a hurry, he was even so laid back that he could squeeze on every iron door monitor window to see what was inside, just like going to a stocking to watch gifts the next morning of Christmas.

And he randomly releases some people he finds interesting, or gets in and kills them himself. There is no reason, it is purely happy or unhappy.

In this way, with his old prestige, he quickly pulled out an army of prisoners, and with a little trick, they tricked these people into attacking the guards' defensive front.

He stayed underground, looking for his room in the past.

"Mr. Spoon, do you think the tunnel we dug before is still there?" He laughed wildly while talking to the spoon in his hand. This is his baby.

In his crazy vision, he saw the spoon opened his mouth to answer him, and pointed a direction.

"Oh? You said there is the smell of laughing bats here? Then I have to visit his failed work, hehe, haha."

After talking to himself, he bounced towards the infirmary, sniffing his nose like a dog along the way, as if he was laughing wildly.

He pushed open the door of the infirmary and saw the body on the bed.

It's like a slaughterhouse here. There are a lot of bitten marks on the corpses, the intestines and stomach are lost everywhere, and a big smiling face is painted on the wall.

"Huh? Isn't this... isn't this Bruce's cheap daddy? He was killed by the laughing bat, or the kind of assassinated as a killer." The clown held his Mr. Spoon and walked into the room. Come to watch the body slowly.

The killing method of laughing wildly has no sense of beauty. He doesn't like explosions or dissections, but just wants to win, so this killer seems a bit rough in Gotham.

The clown thought that maybe the killer crocodile would be cleaner than him, at least in dealing with internal organs.

But who is this strange? The fake Batman was originally a person who followed the principle of not killing. Even if he went crazy and started to kill, he could surrender such an assignment.

"Spoon, what can you do about this? A step late, Thomas refused the offer to laugh wildly, and was killed, where should we find that lunatic?"

"..." The tableware was silent.

"Well, um, what you said makes sense, but I can't go to Batman's house to report the funeral now, it is not very suitable, hehe." The clown kissed the spoon, and licked the corner of his cut mouth, feeling the sting The pain is beautiful: "But if the laughing bat is active in the city, the bat should soon find it here. I have to walk first, oh oh..."

The spoon was moved by him, which was also regarded as a nod.

"Let’s go, let’s change into a purple suit, and then come out with a little laughter. I have to go to the orangutan country to meet with His Majesty the King. Hehe, you can’t lose your manners. Do you think he will give me the peaches that Gruder added? Like it?"

Spoon: "..."

"That's it! Let's go, haha!"

The second clown went out with a big laugh and was still mentally ill today.

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The Joker deserves to be the person who knows Batman best. After Arkham issued the alarm, he knew exactly how long it would take him to arrive.

About five minutes after he left here, Batman rushed into the lunatic asylum wrapped in black shadows.

The prisoners who escaped along the way were thrown down one by one by him, without delaying too much time, and soon he came to the door of the infirmary.

Although Batman knew that Thomas was not his real father, the face, the tone of speech, and the same memory all gave Bruce a little hope in his heart.

This is a placebo effect, he knows very well.

But even so, he still hopes that Thomas can be kept here forever so that he can come and visit when he remembers.

What are you looking at? I don't know, maybe I just want to see him alive.

It is a pity that it seems impossible to achieve this goal now. The old man, who has been cut into pieces with his bones cut into pieces, is now looking blankly at the ceiling, lying there on his back.

While the black cloak was shaking, Batman also walked to the hospital bed, and even stepped on the position where the clown stood just now.

"The patients just said that you let them out, what did you say?" He said to himself.

"It's not me, this is obvious slander." He changed into a sharp and funny voice and said to himself again: "You know, I'm with you, quack, how obedient I am, yes, You should be in a complicated mood when this guy is dead? Do you have the urge to kill now?"

Batman looked at the side wall, where a smiling face was drawn with blood. He knew that this was the sign of a laughing bat, because the smile looked like a bat spreading its wings.

"I won't be happy because of anyone's death, because I am Batman."

Can't laugh, can't be happy.

"Tsk, look at you, I'm serious again, smile more, I always believe that a smile is power." The shrill voice, or another clown, said again: "If you don't plan to hold a funeral for him, then we Why don't you play hide-and-seek? Where do you think your father and enemy will be?"

"He should have evacuated long ago, not even in the main world." At this time, a hoarse, low voice came from outside the door: "Also, Batman, your voice sounds a little problematic."

Batman turned around and saw the death knell as expected.

There are not many people who can appear behind him silently, and this death knell in another world is the best among them.

Because the death knell was not alone, he had the orangutan detective in his left arm and Hallie in his right arm. It was the hardest thing to keep these two conversations in a sneaky state.

"Death knell." Batman pulled up his cloak, blocking the lower half of his face, only showing his white eyes.

"Good afternoon, Batman, you look a little bit rewarded when you come back from Minus Three on Earth. Would you mind sharing a bit of information?" The red eyepiece of the death knell flashed.

"My information is not for you, and I will not stay in Gotham for long."

Batman and the death knell passed by, nodded at Bobo and Halle, and disappeared directly into the dark corner of the corridor.

Hallie blew the bubble gum and slapped it on her face. She rolled the candy back with her small tongue ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and said vaguely:

"It's not right, Batman, a father from another world, died. He seems to be very happy not to say it, but he left? He hasn't tortured us with serious eyes, and he hasn't even noticed the death knell."

"His madness has always been blocked with a cloak, but it's very crazy today." Bobo pointed to his eyes and said that he had known it a long time ago: "Okay, Thomas in another world is dead, the old man rejected the Laughing Bat Not all Batman will succumb to the temptation of darkness."

The death knell was silent for a while, until it was determined that Batman was far away, then he raised his hand and took off his helmet, revealing a beautiful face.

She patted her short blond hair, took out a cigarette from her pocket, and said calmly: "But Slade is right to prevent Thomas from becoming the next lunatic. He has a relationship with the main world Batman father The same face, once he is transformed into a weapon, the consequences will be disastrous. We cannot pin our hopes on the human nature of others, especially men."

Bobo held his pipe and took a deep breath. Although he was not strictly a man, but a male orangutan, Cindy's words seemed to refer to all males.

People who come from the Earth minus 11 are so weird.

But no way, who told her to be a death knell?

Cocked his mouth, he took off his hat, bowed sadly to the dead, then changed his face and turned to the death knell and said, "We have to take his brain away, Slade’s black mud pet It has the ability to read memories, as long as the brain is intact."

"Can you let me come? I like smashing people's heads best!"

Hallie yelled and raised the power hammer in her hand, laughing so much that her tongue came out.

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