Chapter 860 (1/2)
The screams of the guards before they died reverberated through the walkie talkie, which attracted more guards.
Although not everyone can come back to work after the flood, there is no doubt that the defense capability here is much higher than Gotham police station.
The laughing bat shrugs. He licks the corner of his mouth and shakes the thick chain made of N metal. This special sickle can be linked with iron and become a kind of lock sickle weapon used by ninja. Only those who have undergone severe training can master this kind of weapon.
This is no problem for Batman.
So after a short clip of the whistling of the lock sickle and the wild laughter, no one else could stand in the corridor.
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the happy mood of every prisoner is reminded of his happy running.
Although the cruel Knight did not even delay time, but at least distracted the attention of the death knell.
There are more than 40 earth in the dark multiverse, and there are more worlds that are not formed. Batman has as many Batman as he wants, as long as he has x metal and anvil of doomsday.
But he is the only one who can laugh. He is so different.
Maybe it's his cheerful singing and dancing steps that attract people's attention. You'll soon have your head sticking out at the fence door of the ward.
He just saw the laughter and Samba dance with the corpse of the guard with the iron chain.
”Batman? No, it's not you. Although we're the right person, the doctor also asked me to imagine more to make up for the desire to kill...
the patient in the ward froze for a second or two, until he pulled the corpse like a gyroscope with a chain of laughter. He didn't react and yelled in disbelief.
Grinning and pretending to pinch his chin, he raised his head to look at the ceiling and pretended to think. After a moment, he struck his palm with his fist: ”Oh? Let me see... Oh, isn't this my old friend firefly man? How did you get into the cage
”It's you... No, you're not Batman! Who are you? ”
”Hey, hey... You're wrong. I'm the real Batman. Laugh at the bleak life. That's what adults should do, isn't it? It's not a child who lives only in the past. ”
The laughter came close to the fence, as if to talk hand in hand, but his huge smile, which opened to the root of his ears, made the firefly retreat and shake his head.
”You're my fantasy. No, I can't think of Batman like this. I need my medicine. Where's my medicine?”
He raised his arm to look at his watch in a feigned way. His mouth was turned down to imitate Batman's classic serious expression, but he still wanted to laugh.
”Yes, it's time to take medicine. I have your pill. Here you are.”
Laughter from the belt to take out a beautiful transparent ball, which is brown yellow liquid, looks like something like cod liver oil.
He pinched the little ball with a strange smile, and then threw it over the prison door and into the firefly's chest.
At the moment of contact with the firefly, the ball exploded like fireworks, and the fierce flame suddenly burst out, twining around the firefly, turning him into a human torch.
Firefly is a psychosis who likes to use jet backpacks and flame throwers. His favorite is barbecue, because he has a abnormal attachment to the flame in his childhood and likes to see others burned to death.
Akam's treatment for him was to make him imagine that he could burn someone in his head, but not in reality.
As long as he can restrain himself, he is finished.
However, they don't need to be corrected. Those who play with fire will burn themselves. It's still fake. People just need to be pushed by others.
”Ah!!!! Ah!!!! help!!! It's hot
”Ha ha ha ha ha... Yes, yes, if you roll a few more times, the fire may be extinguished.” The roaring bat clapped and laughed across the fence, as if watching a lion in a circus make a mistake.
He had never heard of anyone who could turn off napalm by rolling, but if fireflies could, it would have been nice to come here today.
Laughing wildly, holding the fence in both hands, the head swings around rhythmically, watching the flame gradually stop shaking, and smell the aroma of barbecue.
He shrugged helplessly and turned away. There were enough burnt corpses reflected in his eyes.
Perhaps it was the firefly's scream that awakened more people, so more people peeped in the wards on both sides of the corridor, but thanks to the madness of the laughing bat, no one dared to talk to him.
Laughter is too lazy to pay attention to them.
He came here for the clown, of course.
When the knell squad appeared at the police station, it showed that the clown had been arrested. He had seen a group of people watching Batman and the clown by some means, and then he watched Batman being carried away.
He didn't see where the speeder transport clown went, but Gotham was just two places, either Arkham or blackgate. For such a simple choice, of course, Akam was chosen.As for why to find clowns, naturally, it is for revenge and planning.
The last time babatos invaded, he turned over the car under the attack of the clown and the death knell. His head was played by the clown as a toy for a long time, and was given to Luther as a gift. It was he who convinced the bald head with his eloquence that he escaped.
This time again, Batman chose the clown between him and the clown. Isn't that contemptuous of him?