Everyone knows that this is a madman who is difficult to infer using common sense.
Others will want to monopolize Nighthawk's legacy, but the Joker will just choose to let Gotham burn because that's fun.
"Fake!"
The clown finds it funny, but there must be many people who don't find it funny.
The person who found it the least interesting was undoubtedly Quinn.
"Nighthawk actually left a legacy! How did you know? He told you when he beat you?!" Quinn roared at the Mad Hatter in a warehouse in Gotham.
Naturally, he also got the news and knew that he had become the target of public criticism.
In all conscience, before getting the news, Quinn really didn't think about Nighthawk's legacy.
He found the Mad Hatter and took him away, which had nothing to do with Nighthawk.
It was because before the Mad Hatter was sent to the hospital by Nighthawk this time, he had a conflict with one of Quinn's core men.
The final result was that Quinn's men had more than one hat sewn on, and they were basically disabled.
It's not all harmony among supervillains.
They often clashed with each other, and the fights were bloody not only once or twice - especially those who had many younger brothers.
Quinn went to the Mad Hatter to vent his anger on his men.
As the boss, if one of his subordinates is bullied and cannot regain his place, where will the face go? How will he be able to hang out outside in the future?
Not everyone is that lunatic clown who can conquer a group of subordinates just by talking.
Unexpectedly, before he could get angry or talk about using the Mad Hatter to establish his authority, as soon as the news about Nighthawk's legacy came out, Quinn would be targeted by a lot of people.
"I don't know anything about Nighthawk's legacy, that lunatic Joker is lying!" Faced with Quinn's questions and casserole-sized fists, the Mad Hatter shouted loudly.
"Ah."
Quinn sneered, "Do you think I will believe you? Let's do this, you lead me to find Nighthawk's legacy, and forget about maiming my men."
"Fuck! I really don't know what the inheritance is!" The Mad Hatter is very innocent.
"You don't know, why does the clown say you know?" Quinn punched the Mad Hatter on the side of the head.
The Mad Hatter was hung up and attached to the wall.
This punch directly caused cracks to spread on the solid and thick wall.
If it hits someone, their head will be as fragile as a watermelon dropped on the ground.
The Mad Hatter couldn't even take a few blows.
"Wait! Let me think about it!" The Mad Hatter recalled something, then thought of something, and yelled, "Fuck! Is it because I know Nighthawk's lair that I said I know the whereabouts of the inheritance?"
"So that's it! Then where is his lair!"
Quinn, of course, is also interested in Nighthawk's legacy.
"How do I know? I was beaten to the point of amnesia by him! You told me that!" said the Mad Hatter.
"..."
Quinn said nothing and stared at the Mad Hatter.
"If you have a way for me to recover my lost memory, I can find Nighthawk's nest, if he hasn't moved." The Mad Hatter said, he didn't want to die yet.
"Wait."
Kun En said nothing and left a few younger brothers to guard him.
He really knows a way to get the Mad Hatter to regain his memory. In Gotham, there is a quite famous psychic and fortune teller who is a guest of many big shots.
I have been in contact with Quinn, and he has some real skills.
There may be a way to dig out the Mad Hatter's hidden memories and get the whereabouts of the Nighthawk's nest from him.
It’s not like no one has ever thought of using this method to know where the nightjar’s nest is.
But no matter the psychic, Nighthawk or Mad Hatter, they are not people to be trifled with.
Even if Nighthawk's lair is known in this way, won't others move?
The gain outweighs the loss.顡
It's different now, at least Nighthawk is really dead.
If he hadn't moved and there really was an inheritance in his old nest, it would have been a huge fortune.
Worth the risk.
Besides, now that Quinn is being targeted by everyone, unless he escapes from Gotham, he will have to face people from all sides. He might as well take the initiative and get it before others take action and exhaust him.
Nighthawk's Legacy.
Mado.
A thin, unattractive middle-aged woman lives at the junction of the slums and the safe zone in Gotham.
Originally she was safe.
But she didn't expect that the turmoil over Nighthawk's legacy would affect her.
In the vast Gotham, some people want to go to Queen and the Mad Hatter, and some people want to go to Mado and ask her for divination.
Isn't it safer to ask a psychic to directly divine the location of Nighthawk's legacy than to ask Quinn or the Mad Hatter?
It was only a few hours after the news spread.
Mado received an invitation from a certain big shot, who wanted her to divine where Nighthawk's legacy was.
Before Maduo could refuse, a more direct invitation came.
This time it wasn't a phone call, but a motorcade driving to her door.
Maduo had to accept the latter's invitation.
However, less than half an hour after the convoy left, it was attacked.
The attacker was unknown, and Mado was very lucky not to be injured.
I was protected by the COP who arrived and escorted to Gotham Police Station.
Gordon personally led the team. Although it was of no use, it could at least stabilize people's hearts.
When the COP convoy reached halfway, they were attacked again.
This time the attacker was just one person, not someone else. He was the fire dog mentioned by the clown.
Fire Dog is a human being, but not an ordinary person.
His method of arson is to transform into a big dog burning with blazing flames.
It's huge, comparable to a conventional SUV.
As for the defense, you can refer to the main battle tank. Except for fragile vital parts such as the eyes, it is difficult for ordinary firearms to hurt the Fire Dog.
The disadvantage is that his strength is actually relatively average and can be suppressed by three to five adult men.
If you are not afraid of the flames of the fire dog, the macho man can enjoy the fun of beating monsters.
In fact, gunshots and screams sounded together.
The bullet fell on the fire dog and had little effect.
Although the fire dog was not very powerful, it had flames on its body and rushed straight towards the car, forcing the COP to abandon the car and run away.
Gordon fled with Mado, accompanied by Bill.
There was chaos behind, and a group of people tried their best to stop the fire dog.
"Summer, summer, summer!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Bill did not forget to call Xia Yan’s real name while running.
It's not loud, and he doesn't know if he can contact that person in such a chaotic environment.
no solution anymore.
COP can't stop Lian HuoGou, so Bill can only place his hope on Xia Yanzhen.
Again - that man is a fierce man who can break an iron railing with one slap.
After escaping for a while, Gordon, Mado, Bill and four COPs were blocked in an alley.
In front is the fire dog getting closer and closer.
Behind is a wall, four or five meters high, which is impossible to climb over.
The intensive gunfire gradually stopped, and a group of people could not hurt the approaching fire dogs.
"Tell me! Where is Nighthawk's legacy!"
The low growl of the fire dog formed vague words that could barely be understood.
"I don't know!" Mado screamed.
"Divination!"
"What do you think divination is? Divination is not a search bar! It requires prerequisites!" Maduo was very angry.
"Roar!"
She responded with the roar of a fire dog.
A wave of heat hit her face, and Maduo suddenly became quiet.
Before the fire dog could press further, a sound of footsteps came from behind him, heavy and steady.
Huogou turned his head suddenly and saw a person coming.
The man was tall, two meters tall, and extremely strong. He was holding a sharp knife as long as a forearm in his hand, and he was muttering: "Pig, little piglet, pig, little piglet..."
"butcher!"
The fire dog was stunned and suddenly became extremely vigilant.
Why is this madman here?
And judging from his appearance, he seems to be ill?
"Butcher..." Fire Dog wanted to test.
"Pig! Kill the pig!" Suddenly, the whispering butcher looked at the fire dog, his eyes were shining, and he rushed forward with a knife.
The fire dog hurriedly jumped up to dodge.
His skin can stop bullets, but not the butcher's knife.
Fire Dog had seen with his own eyes that this guy's knife could easily pierce and cut through a ten centimeter thick steel plate, just like cutting butter.
Even a utility knife is extremely sharp in the hands of a butcher.
No, as long as it's a knife, there's nothing that a butcher can't cut.
Huogou remembered that when he was in the hospital, he heard a rumor that someone tried a diamond on the butcher, and he still cut the diamond with a knife.
The premise is that the butcher is in the disease stage and regards people as pigs, so that his "pig-butchering knife" can be so powerful.
A butcher who is not sick has an ordinary knife in his hand.
Now the butcher is obviously sick.
The fire dog didn't dare touch his knife.
The butcher was a little dissatisfied that the fire dog was not stabbed to death, but he quickly set his sights on Gordon and others.
"pig……"
"boom!"
Bill took out his last backup gun and shot the butcher.
The butcher's right hand holding the knife turned into an afterimage and made a crisp sound.
The bullet was split in half by him accurately and fell to the ground on the spot.
"Fuck!" Bill yelled, "Is this a human being?"
Only now did he have a clear understanding of Gotham's super villains.
These guys are not human beings at all!
Those who can be resurrected, those who can turn into flaming dogs, those who can cut bullets with knives, and those who can spread the plague virus. Among them, Quinn looks like a normal person!
At this moment, the wall behind suddenly collapsed.
The broken pieces crushed down, knocking Bill and others to the ground.
Bill was dizzy and almost passed out. In the expanding black vision, he saw a pair of feet appearing, and then a big hand casually pushed aside some gravel and grabbed the unconscious Mado.
"Queen!"
The fire dog's roar was still unclear, but Bill heard it clearly.
Quinn!
He who originally thought he would hide, actually showed up on his own initiative!
"Gun! Gun!"
Bill's free right hand groped wildly on the ground.
Finally, he touched the gun that fell on the ground.
But at this time, Quinn had already grabbed Mado and left, and the fire dog chased after him.
The butcher didn't know why, but he also abandoned the "pig" that was so close and chased him away.
Gordon and others saved their lives.
"summer!"
Before he passed out completely, Bill held the pistol tightly in his right hand and let out a final roar.
Quinn drove a motorcycle, with Mado, who was seriously injured and unconscious, hanging in front of him, speeding all the way in Gotham.
Both the fire dog and the butcher were thrown away by him.
But soon people from other forces chased and intercepted him.
After chasing for a while, Quinn's younger brother also arrived and had a fierce "vehicle battle" and gun battle with those people, blocking all the pursuers.
Quinn successfully shook off his pursuers and returned to the warehouse.
The Mad Hatter is still here - although only a few boys are guarding him, but the bones of the Mad Hatter's hands and feet have been broken.
It was excruciating pain every time I moved, and I couldn't exert force or escape.
"People are here."
Quinn smiled ferociously at the Mad Hatter, "I hope your memory is still hidden deep in your mind."
High in the sky above the warehouse, Xia Yanzhen was sitting on Tiamat, holding the observation mirror, secretly observing Kun En and others.
I have to praise you.
Gotham's super villains are very efficient at doing things.