Only me in the world is normal

Chapter 639 Isn't emptying the magazine a basic operation?
The spokesperson of the double negative image, the clown stands on the container, and his subordinates should be underneath.

In Xia Yanzhen's position, they couldn't see many people, they could only see the clown standing under the spotlight, talking about something.

"We retreat..."

Gordon intends to call everyone to retreat, they are here to investigate.

I didn't expect to bump into the real clown directly, so there's nothing else to say, let's go.

Gotham's conscience does not mean that he has no brains. It is necessary to use the meager strength of eleven people to confront the clown and his hundreds of younger brothers head-on.

As a result, when Gordon turned his head, he found that other than him, the others had retreated more than ten meters away.

Charles had a conscience and didn't forget to silently wave to Gordon.

Signal him to run.

"Fake..."

Gordon cursed in a low voice, took one last look at the clown, and turned around to catch up with the crowd.

A group of people retreated cautiously, for fear of disturbing the wild beasts.

Xia Yan really mixed in, not showing the landscape.

However, when everyone retreated to the car and felt that it was about to be safe, there was a burst of undisguised footsteps in the surrounding darkness.

A group of people came out from various corners and hidden places, and surrounded them.

"Back off!"

"Back off!"

Including Sanhe Great God Bill, they all reacted very quickly, pointing their guns at the clown subordinates who approached.

Even Bill's reaction can be said to be the fastest!

"Can you shoot?" someone asked.

"It's no use."

Gordon's face was very ugly.

The clown's subordinates are a group of truly fearless lunatics.

Once there is an order from the clown, even if everyone runs out of bullets, the rest of the people will continue to rush over, and...they also have guns!

Guns are so easy to come by in a place like Gotham.

This is the largest underground gun trading market in the world.

If you go to a dangerous place at night, you may find a gun on the ground.

Of course, whether there are bullets in the gun, and whether a burly man will appear behind you when you bend down to pick up the gun are unknown.

Everyone has a gun, and in this situation, it's not wise to shoot each other.

As for firing a few shots and running towards the car that is already very close at the same time, it is not wise.

There are strongmen in Gotham who can dodge bullets, but Gordon and the others cannot.

Hesitate a little.

There are more and more clowns around, and the three layers inside and outside completely surround everyone.

They leaned over and put their chests against the muzzle of the gun, with strange smiles on their faces.

The clown's men have very distinctive shapes.

To describe it in two words is punk, and in more detail it is called death heavy metal.

The pressure is strong.

Xia Yanzhen saw that the hands of the newcomers were already shaking.

Bill, on the contrary, held steady and looked serious.

Without further ado, the clown's men began to disarm.

"give them."

With Gordon's consent, several people handed over their guns and were pushed to where the clown was.

Everyone came to the vicinity of the assembly that was shrouded in spotlights.

Surrounded by a group of people dancing wildly.

The number of people can add up to six or seven hundred.

"Hi, Gordon, long time no see." The clown smiled exaggeratedly, and greeted Gordon like an animal being surrounded.

Gordon didn't show any fear on his face, and said in a cold voice, "You still escaped."

"What do you mean by escaping! Can you count as escaping when you leave the house?" The clown dissatisfied.

He walked to the edge of the container and sat down, with his feet hanging down, kicking the iron sheet of the container once and for all, making noises.

"Gorden Gordon."

He pronounced Gordon's name with a weird emphasis, and there was sadness in his tone, "Tell me, is that nighthawk guy really dead?"

"Investigate whether he is really dead, that's why you came out?" Gordon asked back.

"You know."

The clown said, "Nighthawk and I are very good friends. We have played and played in this playground in the dark more than once. Those are very good memories."

"..."

The muscles in Gordon's face trembled.

You are a lunatic doing things everywhere, kidnapping and killing people, and even attacking the Gotham police station. Nighthawk stopped you from going crazy. Is this called playing around?

Despite knowing that the clown is a madman.

But Gordon did not expect that he would perceive the relationship between the two in this way.

Have you forgotten that nighthawk beat you up and intubated you on the bed?

Speaking of such a serious injury, if not lying in a hospital bed for the rest of his life, he would at least spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. Why did the clown appear here alive and kicking?
Gordon wondered how the Joker had recovered.

Even though he was familiar with Nighthawk, Gordon had never seen him clearly.

There seems to be a huge barrier between superheroes and supervillains and ordinary people.

The clown on the container continued to babble about his "good memories" with Nighthawk.

After babbling for 5 minutes, he looked at Gordon firmly: "Come on, Gordon, tell me, is Nighthawk really dead?" He asked the question again.

"I hope he's not dead, too."

Gordon said.

"I don't believe it," said the clown, "he's my only playmate! I'm not dead, how could he die!"

"You don't believe you are asking a fart!" Gordon said violently.

"Yeah, why should I ask you?" The clown laughed suddenly, "I just need to be the same as before."

same as before.

As long as the clown makes a big deal, Nighthawk will show up to stop him.

It must be big news to arrest Nighthawk's younger brother (the clown thinks) Gordon and hang him in front of the Gotham News Building.

That would lead to Nighthawk - if he wasn't dead.

"So who, kill everyone except Gordon." The clown thought of it and did it, "This time play a kidnapping game."

"and many more!"

Gordon's face changed, and he shouted, "If there are too many people, the trouble will become bigger!"

"Makes sense."

The clown nodded, then smiled, "But I refuse, I just want to kill them, hahahaha!"

He was laughing wildly.

The clown's men next to him raised their guns and gathered around.

"no no."

The clown stopped these people, "Don't use a gun, beat them to death for me, it should be very cruel."

The corners of his mouth were down, he was about to cry, but he seemed to be smiling slyly.

"I see who of you dares!"

Gordon roared, and suddenly tore open his windbreaker, which had been buttoned all the time, revealing the bomb strapped inside.

He pulled out the switch fixed in his sleeve and squeezed it in his hand!

It can be pressed down with a slight movement.

"come!"

If Gordon had long hair and beard, he would already be flying like a lion by this time.

Xia Yan really couldn't help but look sideways.

You Gotham City is really full of honest folks and simple talents.

Who would have thought that a deputy police chief would have a bomb instead of a bulletproof vest under his windbreaker!

You have done all the work of the criminals, what else are these criminals doing?
Sure enough, the clown's men were all stunned.

Are you a criminal or are we criminals?
"Hahahahaha!"

The clown pointed at Gordon and laughed wildly, "It's so funny, Gordon, if Nighthawk wasn't there, you might become my playmate."

"Don't talk nonsense! Let them go!" Gordon stepped forward.

The crowd in front receded like a tide.

Bill and the others immediately followed Gordon's pace.

Xia Yanzhen fell behind.

Gordon came under the container and looked up at the clown.

The Joker jumped down from above and stared at Gordon with interest.

"Let them go! I am enough alone!"

Gordon yelled at the clown, spitting all over the clown's face.

The Joker stepped back very sharply, avoiding the saliva attack.

He tilted his head and stared at Gordon, the expression of interest on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by an inexplicable sadness.

"you--"

Gordon was about to say something.

"So, he's really dead, isn't he?" The Joker suddenly said, interrupting Gordon.

"What did you say?"

"Nighthawk, he is really dead."

The clown's eyes were a little dull, and two tears flowed from his eyes, which didn't spoil his makeup.

Clown makeup should be waterproof.

"How are you sure he's really dead?"

Xia Yanzhen asked.

"How are you sure?" The clown glanced at Xia Yanzhen, then explained with contempt for an idiot, "Look at Gordon's current appearance.

"When the father dies, the son will grow up, right?
"Little Gordon used to just curl up and cry under Nighthawk's cloak, but look at him now, how irritable, angry as if he wants to challenge the whole world, just like a child who has witnessed his father's death."

Xia Yanzhen looked at Gordon.

Gordon wanted to refute but couldn't.

Yep, Nighthawk wouldn't have made such a drastic move if he wasn't dead.

In the past, when something happened, there was always Nighthawk to solve it.

Now that Nighthawk is gone, can Gordon fix what Gotham's supervillains are up to?
cannot!He doesn't have the ability to know.

It's not Gordon's, but everyone doesn't have it.

Everyone is acting as director, deputy director, and COP. Can the law and order of Gotham be maintained?Can't maintain it!

The only thing Gordon can do is to die with some abnormal lunatics at the critical moment.

This is his best effort.

After answering the question, the clown suddenly lost interest, he waved his hand: "Let's go."

"Walk?"

Everyone was stunned.

"It's boring. You people, the city."

The clown said to himself, "Without Nighthawk, what's the point of all this? It's better to destroy it, yes, destroy it..."

His eyes gradually became dangerous.

"Let's go." Gordon was about to take people away before the clown changed his mind.

"boom!"

A shot went off.

The clown's skull was almost lifted.

Blood splashed out under the light of the searchlight, accompanied by some fragments.

The clown fell hard to the ground.

The scene suddenly fell silent, as if someone had pressed the pause button on the film.

There was only a little lingering smoke from the muzzle of the gun in the cold night.

Xia Yanzhen held up the toy that finally came in handy - black sandalwood, he thought for a while, he should say something in this situation.

I bloom in the slaughter like a flower in the dawn.

No, not this sentence.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Xia Yanzhen poured all the bullets on the clown's body and emptied the magazine.

That's right, that's it.

The language of the bullet, in place of what he was about to say.

After emptying the bullet, Xia Yanzhen looked at the stunned crowd around him: "What's the matter, as a COP, isn't emptying the magazine a basic operation when facing vicious criminals?"

(End of this chapter)