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"Well, there is really no way, I thought the two of us could reach a consensus..." The clown put the knife into his mouth, stroked it left and right, his eyes rolled up and down nervously, and he muttered words, but no one could hear him Know what he's talking about.

"But Downey, as your friend, I want to remind you that the hypocrite Batman may not let you go. What you did crossed the line in his eyes... Batman thinks Gotham is his city, but you Get your hands in, and he'll figure out how to chop off your paws and banish you forever—or throw you in Arkham Prison? Who knows, who knows, hee hee. Most of all, You killed a lot of people in Gotham..."

"Aaron and the gang were arranged by you..." Downey felt extremely troubled. Dealing with clowns is really a bad thing. Because you never know what the clown will do next... You can never see through the heart of this crazy and chaotic person.

"I don't know you that well, so don't call me 'friend'. What do you want?" Downey frowned.

"Didn't I just say, uncover the veil of Batman's hypocrisy. That bastard always decides people's life and death from above, but he never considers that he is actually a mortal... He is not as great as he imagined! And I want to tear off his hypocritical mask with my own hands, and throw the cowardly Dark Knight to the whole world!" The clown waved his arms wildly.

Downey suddenly felt a headache. Damn it, you just fell in love with Batman, and you still have to pull me, a soy saucer, into it. What is the clown's brain circuit thinking? ! The clown and Batman are rivals, whoever gets involved will be unlucky.

Downey's face was cloudy, and he finally smashed the tablet with his fist, and then kicked the frightened gangster out.

Batman went to Hong Kong, which gave the Joker enough room to operate during this period. The city's top executives will be assassinated by the Joker one by one. The battle between Batman and the Joker is about to begin. With Anderson as a pawn, all he needs to do is to find clues.

Klein slowly walked out from the darkness. He was confined to this room these days.

"It seems that you are being targeted by that guy...he wants to drag you in and mess up the whole situation." Klein picked up the tablet and patted the dust on it, "If I were you, I wouldn't bother so much , directly killed all the people... It's not difficult with your ability, you are an advanced mutant."

Downey remained silent, how could it be so simple. Leaving aside the Joker, Batman is a tough opponent. If the master is not sure, he will never do it easily. Once he does it, it means that he is ready for everything.

"You can actually entrust me with the affairs of the old city. I can do better than that Anderson. The poison gas I made is much more useful than any gun." Klein gently placed the broken tablet on the table, intentionally Said unintentionally.

"No, you are a very important guy. The Shadow Warrior Alliance will contact you one day, and I will follow the clues to find their headquarters." Donnie took out a coin at some point and played with it. To be honest, he was a little disappointed. Klein obviously didn't know about the secrets of the Shadow Warrior Alliance. Klein didn't even know what the Dionysian factor was.

As for Klein's little thoughts, he is also very clear. Not only will he not let this criminal genius out, but he will even tighten the chain around his neck even more.

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I don't know when it started, a depressive atmosphere gradually spread throughout the old city, which was occasionally mixed with a strong smell of blood. A large number of weapons flowed into the old city, and no one knew the exact number, let alone how many people got weapons in their hands. But at least one thing is true, more and more people in the Old City are taking up arms against the Falcons.

Sporadic gunshots sounded in the still air,

Mixed with the biting chill, it is breathtaking. After the Falcon family reacted, they immediately dispatched a large number of people to station in the old city to carry out a bloody suppression of those who resisted.

"Where did this group of untouchables get so many weapons!" A team leader dodged a bullet in a panic, and got behind the bunker in a panic. The stench of garbage above the bunker almost made him spit out his lunch.

"Their weapons are all from the Stark Group. It is said that a guy named Anderson in this area is constantly recruiting people and secretly dumping all kinds of weapons." Another team leader took the time to say after shooting an enemy.

The entire old city is like a huge firewood pile, sporadic sparks have burst out, and tiny flames have begun to ignite on this firewood pile. The task of this group of people is to put out all the flames before the fire soars into the sky.

The entire Falcon family was in a state of turmoil. The Old Town area is not much luscious, but it has always been Falcon's most stable rear. Anderson's actions undoubtedly slapped Falcon's face severely, and set fire to the backyard arrogantly.

Anderson has indeed been drifting recently. He is like a wild wolf that has tasted meat, watching the world with greedy eyes. For the first time, he knows that the taste of meat is so delicious. Wielding banknotes and weapons, he recruited a group of people, ambitious to form a new gang, constantly encroaching on Falcon's territory, and trying to replace Falcon as the king of the old city.

The taste of power is wonderful, and it makes the mouse who was lingering in the past grow rapidly, and now he is also a figure in the upper reaches of the food chain.

"What are you afraid of Falcon? We need money, money, people, and all kinds of weapons! We can completely incite the people in the entire old city, and then absorb our people from them." Anderson and Falcon who came to the door The members exchanged fire while encouraging the newly recruited subordinates around them.

He stared at everything greedily. The big turnaround of a small person made him a little arrogant, and his behavior became more and more arrogant, without concealing it.

"There are people behind me. I am following orders, and we will all be fine." Anderson said.

But just as he finished speaking, a subordinate had already picked up a stick and hit him on the head without warning. With a bang, Anderson felt his eyes go dark, and fell to the ground in disbelief. His astonished eyes were full of confusion and incomprehension.

How could it be, how could someone betray him, he obviously gave an incomparably generous reward.

"I'm sorry boss, I thought you were just selling arms to make money, but I didn't expect you to challenge Falcon." The subordinate said, holding a stick, "The Falcon family's ability to rule Gotham is not based on money, but on Excellent strength."