"Don't shoot!" Gordon was the first to raise his hands and shouted, "We have no weapons!"
"I know." Feng Bujue said as he casually placed the submachine gun in his hand on a console next to him, "But I have..." Before he finished speaking, he took it out of his pocket.
Three grenades, "...and there are plenty of them."
"You...what do you want to do..." Gordon's face turned pale with fright, his eyes staring directly at the grenade in Brother Jue's hand.
"Yeah...what do I want to do..." Feng Bujue repeated the other party's words, and then tossed the three grenades back and forth between his hands like a juggling act, ""
"Ha..." Ruoyu sighed deeply, but she said nothing and allowed Brother Jue to continue making trouble.
"Aha! I thought of it!" When Feng Bujue said this, he caught the two grenades with both hands, and raised his index finger with the other hand and placed it on the side of his face, showing an air of inspiration.
And when he raised his finger, he actually threw the third grenade.
"Oh! God!" Gordon was shocked when he saw this. He immediately flew forward and caught the grenade with the action of an outfielder leaping forward to catch the ball.
"You have good skills, 'Director Gordon'." Feng Bujue looked at Gordon lying on the ground and smiled. There was obvious irony in his words, especially when he read out the four words "Director Gordon"
When writing.
"You madman!" Gordon shouted, sweating profusely, raising his head, "You will be blown up yourself too!"
"But I'm living well now, right?" Feng Bujue asked.
After that, he put the two grenades in his hand back into his coat pocket, and then took out the pearl-handled pistol.
"Some things in this world can be controlled by people." Brother Jue said, pressing the pistol against his chin, "Some things cannot be controlled."
Click——
He pulled the trigger without hesitation, with a clown's signature smile on his face.
At the moment when the trigger was pulled, everyone in the room trembled slightly except Ruoyu and Brother Jue.
"Hahaha..." Feng Bujue smiled and crouched down, looking at Gordon from a close distance, "You must have thought... that there would be brains exploding, right?" He paused, "Yes... this is it.
The gun you gave me only contained one bullet."
As he spoke, Brother Jue pointed his gun between Gordon's eyebrows: "You think everything is under control, and you think I can't escape from that car..."
"No...don't..." Gordon had begun to beg for mercy, because he really didn't know what the crazy man in front of him would do.
"... Even if I escape the car by chance, I only have one bullet." Feng Bujue continued, "Under these conditions, I'm afraid two or three mobs can take care of me... Hahaha
...Is that what you think?" When he said this, he pointed the muzzle of his gun forward a little more, "What nonsense are you talking about that everyone has a chance...as if the world is equal and anyone can become a master.
Tan’s God…”
Gordon was so frightened that he couldn't speak. His whole body was shaking like chaff and his face was sweating profusely.
"But what is the reality?" Feng Bujue continued his remarks that distorted other people's views, "Everything is under human control... This show... haha... is it too boring?" he said.
He laughed twice and pulled the trigger again.
The gun didn't fire, and no bullet was fired. But Gordon was so frightened that he fainted.
"Excuse me, brother over there." Feng Bujue stood up, put away his pistol, and picked up the two assault rifles again. "Help me connect to the big screens in the city." He said and turned back.
He said to Ruoyu, "Honey, can you put on the headphones for me?"
Ruoyu responded to Brother Jue with cold eyes. This look was reflected on Harley Quinn's smoky face. It was really scary: "Okay~ little pudding..." She prolonged her voice and used a very long tone.
After saying this reluctantly, he stepped forward. With one hand free, he took off the headphones from the unconscious Gordon's head and placed them on Brother Jue's head.
There is nothing wrong with their lines, which are very consistent with the settings of the Joker and Harley Quinn, but the way they express them is inconsistent no matter how you look at them...
"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" After Feng Bujue put on his headphones, he saw that the staff member who was pointed at the gun still didn't make any move, just looking at him with horrified eyes. He immediately became angry (pretend)
).
"Do as he says." Dr. Clipper spoke at this time. He was still smoking with a sneer on his face, looking very calm.
The staff member was originally afraid that he would be held responsible by the police afterwards and his death would be even worse. As soon as he heard Clipper's words, he immediately turned around and connected to the big screens in the city as if he had received an amnesty.
"Uh... you can just stand facing the main screen." The staff member replied tremblingly.
"Thank you." Feng Bujue responded and fired the gun.
However, he didn't take aim, and just fired a few shots randomly under the man's seat. As a result, the man jumped up in fright, sat down on the ground again, and yelled a few hysterical curses.
At the same time, a man wearing a long purple suit with pale skin and a hoarse grin appeared on all the "legal" screens in Gotham.
Citizens naturally recognize this image... Every year, the_b breast will save the "clown" for the final execution. This is a custom. Because the clown is a special character, the terror he brings to people, and his impact
His strength is unmatched by other villains.
"What's going on?" "Oh my god! He's in the Bat Castle!" "First, the Bat God's plane was shot down, then it was the clown sign in the sky, and now this...what happened?"
The people began to talk about it, as they always do, some praised and others criticized; some believed and others questioned; some were firm and others panicked.
"Many people think... this is an equal world. People living in this world can have everything as long as they work hard." Feng Bujue's speech began, "But in fact... this world is divided into hierarchies.
This is true in any era and in any place. As long as there are people, there is this established social structure. Take you for example... you miserable, ignorant, stupid... caught in the cracks of tyranny
Maggots struggling to survive live at the bottom of Gotham." He smiled, "You can desire everything, but that doesn't mean you can have it. Do you know why?"
Feng Bujue moved his face closer to the camera, smiled ferociously, and spit out the answer buried in everyone's heart: "Because of bats..." (To be continued...)
