The vulture's voice came out through the helmet and became very dull.
"You're back." Bill rolled his eyes slightly.
He didn't really want to follow the "last words" in the diary and let Vulture get Nighthawk's inheritance.
It's not like Xia can't inherit.
Anyway, he is very strong and can kill Quinn.
"How did Quinn die?" The vulture ignored Bill's meaningless greeting.
"I don't know, it suddenly fell down from the sky." Bill said, and this was quite the truth.
The vulture glanced at the COP uniform on Bill, turned around and left.
"Wait a minute." Bill stopped the vulture, "There is one of our own in the cemetery."
The vulture said nothing, waiting for Bill's next words.
"He looks handsome, you can tell at a glance." Bill said.
The vulture understood what Bill meant: "As long as he doesn't do anything to me, I won't hurt anyone."
He was just ruthless to criminals, but he didn't really degenerate into a murderous maniac.
The vulture took two steps forward and left the hidden corner.
Then suddenly disappeared from Bill's sight.
Bill rubbed his eyes to make sure that he really couldn't see the vulture anymore. He focused his eyes on Quinn's head again and was about to bend down to pick it up.
There were bursts of footsteps.
He stuck his head out and took a look, and was stunned for a moment.
At the end of the street, under the morning light, a group of people were walking hand in hand.
Form a wall of people.
These people are all residents of Gotham. Some of them are wearing clothes, some of them seem to have just come out of bed, just wearing a pair of shorts, and some even have no shorts at all.
They marched in unison, as if marching.
"What the hell! What's going on!"
Bill was shocked and noticed several of the clown's men in the crowd.
Not caring about anything else, Bill immediately retreated to a corner, contacted Gordon, and told him what he saw.
"What? How many people are there?"
"I don't know, at least more than a thousand," Bill said.
"Where is their destination, the cemetery?"
"Absolutely, otherwise why would it appear here?" Bill said.
"You should observe it first." Gordon's tone was solemn. He searched frantically in his memory and found no one in Gotham who could control so many people.
According to Bill's description, these people were obviously controlled.
Among the villains of Gotham, who can do this?
"By the way, the vultures also went into the cemetery." Bill said.
"I understand." Gordon sighed, "Protect yourself."
The feeling of exhaustion can be felt through the phone.
"Okay." Bill naturally had no intention of going out.
The crowd outside had already passed in front of him and headed straight to the cemetery.
The gangsters outside the cemetery stared at each other.
They usually run rampant in Gotham, but now, it has become a public toilet where anyone can use it.
The barrier formed by the five major gangs was like the Maginot Line of Defense, and it did not play any role.
Everyone can come and go as they please.
At first, I could comfort myself by saying that we, the fishermen, would benefit from letting them fight with each other.
Now I can no longer even deceive myself.
Thousands of people pushed forward regardless of the muzzle of the gun.
"what to do?"
The leading little bosses looked at each other.
If a few people come, they dare to shoot. If a dozen people come, they dare to shoot.
But with thousands, thousands of people in front of them, they really didn't dare.
Gangsters are different from super villains in that their main purpose is to make money.
Kill thousands of people?
They are crazy to do this.
Not everyone has a psychiatric certificate from a doctor.
"Withdraw! Withdraw!"
I urgently contacted the boss, who responded that I don’t want this inheritance!
Sure enough, only lunatics can get their hands on the things of lunatics, so ordinary people like them had better not get involved.
After getting into the car quickly, a group of gangsters fled from the other side, and the exhaust fumes emitted a somewhat embarrassing smell.
The crowd kept walking and entered the cemetery.
Bill thought for a moment, kept his distance, and followed cautiously.
Xia is still inside.
"Not good." In the cemetery, Xia Yanzhen looked at the corpses of several super villains. These people were completely unable to meet the standards for testing his strength.
Not to mention the limit, Xia Yanzhen didn't even exert much force.
I'm thinking whether to let it go like this or use the sin city of Gotham to escalate the matter.
Xia Yanzhen saw a man in black clothes and a black helmet walking over.
He walked quickly and came straight towards him, holding a blood-stained claw knife in his hand, which was longer than an ordinary claw knife.
"Who is this..."
Xia Yanzhen stood still, waiting for the other party to make a move.
"Are you a cop?" Vulture stopped and looked at Xia Yanzhen and asked.
Very handsome indeed.
It can be seen at a glance and does not require additional characterization.
"No." Xia Yanzhen shook his head.
He is not a cop, Gordon has already kicked him off the team.
"Isn't it?" Vulture asked, "There is a COP outside who said there is one of our own here."
"Bill? Then he is talking about me. I can be considered an informant." Xia Yanzhen thought about it and arranged an identity for himself, "Who are you?"
"Vulture."
"Nighthawk Man's partner?" Xia Yanzhen remembered the contents of the diary.
"That's right, give me that mask." The vulture said.
He understands the secret of Nighthawk's power quite clearly.
Once upon a time, Nighthawk was an ordinary person.
By chance, he got something. What the thing was specifically, Nighthawk did not say.
He just told Vulture that after his death, he might leave behind a "double-edged sword."
When you hurt others, you also hurt yourself.
The double-edged sword left behind will probably appear in the form of a "skull" or something like that.
Now it appears that it is an incomplete skull.
"Sorry, I can't give this to you." Xia Yanzhen smiled and refused.
"Ah."
The vulture sneered, continued to approach, and was about to take action.
The next second, he stopped and looked behind him at the same time as Xia Yanzhen.
There were many figures there, and someone was constantly approaching.
After a while, the dark crowd came near the two people, walked over and formed a circle, surrounding the two people.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xia Yanzhen saw this scene when he first met the clown.
"Hi, how are you two?"
Someone took out a mobile phone from his clothes and put it outside, and a cheerful voice came from inside.
"clown!"
The vulture's voice instantly turned cold and murderous.
"Hello, little sparrow, I haven't seen you for a long time, it's been a few years...I forgot, after all, you are an unimportant little sparrow." The clown said irritating words in the tone of meeting an old friend.
"Where are you, get out!"
Vultures search the crowd.
"Hehehehe."
The clown laughed, "Little sparrow, you are still so upright, do you think I will be here?"
Xia Yanzhen looked at the butcher's body.
Suddenly I understood why the half-crazed butcher in the data became motivated and joined in the fight for the inheritance. He was probably controlled by the clown.
The one who did it from beginning to end was not a butcher, but a clown!
Now, the clown has controlled these people again, and they are coming here with bad intentions.
"No matter where you are, I will find you!" said the vulture.
"Before you find me, let's play a pleasant game." The clown said, "This game is called whoever kills the most is the winner."
"What's the meaning?"
"There are a total of two thousand three hundred and forty-three people here." The clown said with a smile, "Whoever can kill more people between the two of you will be the winner and get the Nighthawk legacy."
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"You madman!" the vulture growled.
The clown ignored it and continued: "Don't worry that I will operate behind the scenes. This competition is fair, open and just. Many people have cameras and can live broadcast, so you can feel free to do it boldly. Whoever kills the most
Whoever wins!"
"..."
The vulture stopped talking.
"What makes you think that we will do what you say?" Xia Yanzhen shook the Mask of Truth in his hand, "The mask is not in your hand."
"Because I have other bargaining chips, be quiet and listen carefully."
The clown laughed.
Following his words, Xia Yanzhen and Vulture simultaneously heard the sound of roaring explosions coming from the distance.
"Gotham Court." The clown chuckled, "Gotham Hospital..."
He reported more than ten locations in a row.
"I installed a large number of bombs in every place." The clown sighed quietly, "I was given more time to install bombs in more places, so that the entire Gotham would disappear with the death of Nighthawk.
"So, you want me to see the value. If I have a new toy, everything will be fine in Gotham, you know?"
It seems that the clown was definitely not discharged from the hospital last night.
Or, while he was lying on the hospital bed with intubation, he was doing things remotely.
It's just that Xia Yan really showed up, causing him to give up his original plan and focus on having fun first.
If Xia Yanzhen can't bring him enough fun, he will replace the former Nighthawk.
The Joker doesn't mind destroying Gotham either.
As for the vultures.
This guy is not interesting.
The clown was tired of it back then.
"You have half an hour to save people. If you don't take action, one hundred thousand people will probably die. There are only more than two thousand people here. If you kill more than two thousand people, you can save one hundred thousand people and get Nighthawk's inheritance.
It's a cost-effective deal." The clown said with a smile and a beguiling tone, "Or I can turn off the live broadcast. Don't worry, the live broadcast hasn't started yet.
"No one knows what you are doing. You can also kill each other, kill each other, and then put the blame on me and him, and become real heroes.
"It's okay, I don't mind being a stepping stone to the winner.
"Come on, hero, use us to fulfill you!"
Following his words, the people around him started to move, and they walked towards Xia Yanzhen and Vulture.
The vulture retreated to Xia Yanzhen: "What can you do?"
To be valued by a clown is definitely not an ordinary person.
"Yes, just find the clown himself."
"Find?"
"need some time."
"Then these people..."
"These people are easy to handle, just break their limbs or knock them unconscious." Xia Yanzhen looked around and found a branch that had fallen due to the battle just now.
The branches are as thick as a forearm and quite straight. It is a childhood artifact, the rape flower destroyer.
Xia Yanzhen shook the branch in his hand and handed it to the vulture very generously.
"Um?"
The vulture was stunned for a moment, "How do you know that I am really here?"
He looked like he was on Xia Yanzhen's left side, but he was actually on his right side.
The one on the left is a fake body that looks like the real thing.