For The_Bruce, tonight's ceremony cannot be called a "game" at all, it is just an "execution".
Every year, he and his army secretly arrest a few people who are against the Bats or are disloyal to the "faith". Then, with the help of Dr. Clipper's technology, they are transformed into super criminals. Then, in December
On the night of the 21st, he released these people to engage in this so-called chase game.
On the surface, everyone has a chance to win. As long as the "villains" can kill The_Bruce, they can gain freedom; and as long as the civilians kill any villain, they can gain the power to challenge the King of Gotham and replace him.
Chance.
But in fact... everything is under The_Bruce's control. The vehicles of the "villains" have been tampered with; their brains have been messed up by chips; their actions are always under surveillance;
The weapons they carry only have one bullet...
In the past few years, no one has even been able to escape from a vehicle. The reason is simple. They cannot break free from their seat belts or other restraints without tools or external help. All they can do is,
In a state of confused thinking, he drove rampantly through the city, and finally died in a car accident or being chased by The_Bruce.
Only in rare cases will the "villains" be killed by armed citizens. Once that happens, The_Bruce will keep his promise and fight the challenger head-on. But the result of the battle... As mentioned above
In other words, the civilians in this universe are ordinary people through and through. And The_Bruce's body is a war machine that has been modified for many years. The outcome is self-evident.
So, to put it bluntly...the annual "ceremony" is actually a blood sacrifice with a strong religious color.
In order to allow those people who are tortured by tyranny and poverty to find catharsis and strengthen their faith; in order to let them experience the power and kindness of bats; in order to remind them how terrifying life is in the days without bats... This ritual will continue forever.
Go down.
"Gordon, after killing Two-Face, I will rest for fifteen minutes. Let the Robins locate the coordinates of Harley and Poison Ivy and prepare for the next killing." The_Bruce was controlling the plane to fly towards Xiao Tan.
.Already planning the next move.
"Uh... about this." Gordon's voice sounded from the other side of the walkie-talkie. He seemed hesitant, "Two minutes ago, Poison Ivy's tracking signal was also interrupted... Now the whereabouts of her and the Joker are unknown." He paused.
After a moment, "And...that Harley...she...she got a cold weapon from somewhere, and used it to destroy all the mobile cameras that tried to get close to her, and also destroyed two of our hovering airships."
...I can only order all units not to approach her for the time being."
"What did you say?" Bruce couldn't believe his ears (in this independent parallel universe, there is no setting related to the Justice League), "Are you crazy? Is she an alien?" He was a little confused.
He shouted angrily, "Forget it... I'll talk about it when I get back after I deal with Two-Face." After Bruce said that, he cut off the communication, because at this time, his Bat Plane had already arrived at Two-Face's out-of-control aircraft.
nearby.
"Do you have faith?" Bruce turned on the radio function on the plane, hovered in the air, and shouted to the civilians below.
"We have it!" "Praise to bats!" "Loyal to bats!" "Long live the bat god!" The crowd below erupted in response like a roaring tsunami.
"Okay, then... I will give you Two-Face!" Bruce said, controlling the Bat Plane, aiming at the disc aircraft that was turning in the sky, and accelerated towards it...
At this moment, Xiaotan's hands and feet were still fixed to the aircraft, and even if the disk rolled over and over again, he could not fall off. In the repeated high-speed tipping that was out of his control, Xiaotan had already become dizzy and did not vomit.
It would be good if he came out. Faced with the incoming plane, he was almost in a desperate situation.
"Hmph...easy to do." Two seconds before hitting the target, Bruce's lips showed a proud sneer.
unexpectedly……
Bang - a loud noise.
A red figure fell from the sky, like a red missile. It crashed straight into the nose of the Bat Plane.
"Are you kidding..." The_Bruce's face showed a rare look of surprise because he saw a person through the hatch glass - the clown.
A few days ago, this "clown" was lying in the laboratory of the Bat Castle, undergoing transformation surgery with a horrified look on his face. But at this moment, he seemed to have become another person... In the strong wind, he looked majestic
Standing on the cabin cover with a crazy smile on his face.
However, Bruce's shock did not last long. The emperor who could rule Gotham for so many years was by no means an ordinary person. In less than two seconds, The_Bruce came back to his senses. He grabbed the joystick in front of him and held steady.
The fuselage was tilted due to the impact, and the weapon device was immediately activated.
Squeak—squeak—two machine guns poked out from both wings of the cabin and locked onto the target within easy reach.
"It seems that I have to deal with you first..." The_Bruce is a character who is calm and ruthless in his actions. After this sudden change that is difficult to explain scientifically, he showed no fear at all. "Humph... Anyway, the gang below has already disappeared."
I’m tired of waiting.”
He originally thought that the "clown" in front of him could be taken care of with just one shot of the machine gun, but...
Just when Bruce's finger was about to press the fire button, Feng Bujue shot through the canopy of the Batplane with his palm and thrust his upper body into the cockpit.
"Cough——" The next second, a strong hand grabbed Bruce's throat, and he only had time to shout out a short syllable before being unable to speak.
"Hi, Bat." Feng Bujue smiled like a mental patient. In every sense, he imitated it very well. "The game has just begun, why bother?" He said, and with all his strength, he grabbed the
The_Bruce was dragged out of the cabin.
"You...are...what..." Bruce raised his hands and grabbed Feng Bujue's wrist violently, which allowed the pressure on his neck to lighten a little, and he managed to say these words.
"Hehehe... who knows?" Feng Bujue replied with a smile, and then he raised his hand and threw the King of Gotham out of the plane.
The crowd on the ground was silent. People looked up to the sky in stunned silence, watching the King of Gotham fall from the sky.
