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Chapter 390 I Will Call The Other Party The Enemy Of My Life!
To Bertman, the clown who wants to die is like a time bomb that will explode. After years of training in the League of Assassins, he knows that he must be more cautious at such moments, so he moved around, crazy snake skin Get in position and leave the clown behind.

"Don't run away, listen to me, Baiteman, I'm serious, kill me quickly, so that I can be free!"

The clown doesn't know that he has become a scheming careerist in Bertman's heart. He is still frantically following Bertman's ass, hoping that the other party will give him a good time. After all, in his opinion, Chen Mo asked him to see that Baiteman was going to report, which meant that Baiteman must have something special that he would pay attention to. Maybe, he would be able to get rid of that nightmare?

"Bateman, please!"

The clown who was really desperate simply knelt on the ground, begging the other party frantically!

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Baiteman, who was full of doubts in his heart, confirmed that there were no traps around him, and there was no need for ambushes. He was also a little more confused. Could it be that he was wrong?

"Listen to me, it all starts from that day!"

The clown immediately began to recall his unbearable past, but when he wanted to mention Chen Mo's existence, he couldn't say the other person's name during the day, and the words were clearly on his lips. He jumped up and down anxiously, but there was nothing he could do.

"What the hell are you going to say?"

"There is, there is, he, me, him!"

The clown who was anxious to get angry simply wanted to demonstrate his resurrection ability to the other party, because the pistol jammed before and couldn't shoot the bullets, so this time he directly picked up a knife and was about to slash it at the neck.

It's just that when the knife was in his hand, the clown became confused and lost consciousness in the next second.

Baiteman looked at the clown who rolled his eyes and immediately stepped forward to check. When he was about to bump into him, he saw that the clown woke up, and then stabbed Baiteman with a knife.

"Unexpectedly, Batman, today, I will take off your mask. Make it public to the whole world, let them see how their hero died!"

Baiteman is naturally not a rookie who has just entered the battlefield. When he was studying in the League of Assassins, he had experienced various assassination and fighting training. He let go of this move easily.

"I knew you were not a good person!"

Baiteman held the clown's hand holding the knife, and said in his hoarse voice that he had advanced throat cancer and was dying.

"Really, but I don't think you are a good person either!"

The clown showed a wicked smile, pulled his hand away from the other side little by little, and said.

"When you beat up those gangsters, you must be very happy!"

"I was punishing evil and promoting good!"

Baiteman hurriedly clarified as if he had been poked into a sore spot.

"Then why don't you send them into the police station intact, because you are afraid, you are afraid that those guys will be released as soon as you send them in with their front feet, and you are from Gotham, you know very well, this city , there is no cure!"

The strength of the two sides was reversed little by little, and Baiteman found that the opponent's strength was overshadowing his own little by little. No matter how much strength he exerted, the dagger was still getting closer to him little by little.

"what!"

In desperation, Betterman smashed the clown away with a head hammer, then twisted his body, and took a few steps back to avoid the dagger attack.

This head hammer was as crisp as two iron pans colliding together, and Baiteman's head was buzzing, but when he looked at the other side, he found that the clown was fine, and even had a red mark on his head nothing.

"I could do this for a whole day!"

The clown holds the knife behind his back and assumes a fighting stance.

That's right, the one who is fighting with Betterman now is Chen Mo, who is in the middle of nowhere. The clown died with him before, and his life has been completely controlled by Chen Mo for a long time. Manipulating the body is simply a trivial matter!
However, even with Chen Mo fighting on his behalf, he still couldn't beat Baiteman. After all, Chen Mo could only swing the punches, while Baiteman was proficient in various fighting skills. When the two sides fought, it was like a grandpa beating a grandson. The clown controlled by Chen Mo was just like a clown, he couldn't hold his head up when he was beaten by various combinations of Baiteman.

It's just that, although he can't beat the opponent in fighting, Chen Mo dares to say the first and no one dares to say the second in the blood bar!
After a series of combined punches, even a strong man like Baiteman began to pant, but the clown still looked unscathed, and he didn't even break a sweat.

"I could play like this all day!"

The clown did not forget to continue to emphasize that the angry Bertman stepped forward again and started punching, straight punches, swinging punches, punches, and uppercuts. Bertman felt that this time and the strength he used were enough for him to fight again. A hundred gangsters have been gangsters, but the other party still looks like that, and even took the initiative to pull Baiteman to fight for the head hammer.

You click, I click, you click, I click...

The two heads were like two big watermelons, hammering each other more than a dozen times. Even with the protection of the helmet, Baiteman felt that his head was going to explode, but the opponent was still fine.

"I can………"

Before the other party finished talking all day, Baiteman turned around and ran away.

After all, he fights with his head, and he realized that he was exhausted today, and the clown might not be able to do anything about him. Baiteman decisively used the best tactics in the art of war, and turned to Rufeng. He flicked his cloak, and the two smoke bombs fell Falling behind, instantly covering his leaving figure.

As for Chen Mo, he didn't expect the other party to turn in so decisively, but he didn't chase after it. After all, the future is long, so he returned his body to the clown afterwards.

On the other side, Bertman, who had returned to his Batcave, couldn't bear it any longer, and fell to the ground. The loyal housekeeper Afu hurriedly gave Bertman a medical diagnosis, and then found that his young master had a severe concussion , with broken hands and extensive soft tissue contusions in most areas of the body.

"If I didn't know what you were doing, I thought you were hit by a truck, young master, that guy should be worse than you, right?"

"No, Ah Fu!"

Baiteman, who already had a double image, shook his head, and then said in a solemn tone.

"That guy, his body is so strong that he doesn't look like a human being. He is unscathed. I have to use other methods!"

"It's so powerful?"

Butler Xia was also taken aback.

"Yes, very powerful, I would like to call him my enemy for life!"

Bruce was very unwilling to give his highest evaluation.

(End of this chapter)