There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

Chapter 99 The Final Act

Since the escape of Subject One, the original client stopped funding the experiment. Hugo Strange was so devastated by this that he almost gave up, until this guy named Joker appeared with a new plan and a vial of serum.

With the help of this "immortal" serum, Dr. Hugo used the failed experimental subjects to modify several cyborgs, and finally, at the joker's instigation, he robbed Maroney's casino.

But he knew that no matter what he did, it would be in vain.

The parameters of the entire experiment were based on the original client's genes. Now the original client is nowhere to be found, and the only way to find the first experimental subject is to extract his blood.

But Gotham is so big, where is Subject One?

However, the clown told him that he would meet him soon if he followed the plan.

What kind of logic is this?

To be fair, Dr. Hugo would have preferred to deal with his original clients.

The older man always exudes composure and elegance in his interactions with others, unlike this pale-faced man who is eccentric and occasionally bursts into shrill laughter as if having an epileptic seizure.

No one would believe the words of a madman.

Unless this madman accurately predicted how things would unfold...

And today this madman has come again; I wonder what prophecy he brought this time.

"What do you mean by that? Isn't it the most perfect human body right now?"

"Simply put, what I'm trying to say is that the beauty of the human body lies in the combination of strength and flexibility, and your creation is just too, too, too clumsy! If our collaboration is only about creating a giant behemoth, why not just go to the zoo and get a bear?"

The clown's words made Hugo think deeply, and he had to admit that what the other man said made a lot of sense.

Beneath that pale skin lay the skeleton of reason, a far cry from the cruel, twisted, and deranged villain circulated in Gotham.

What is this guy's true identity?

What happened to your face?

Feeling vaguely uneasy, Hugo took the initiative to change the subject and inquire about the clown's injuries.

"Oh? That's nothing, it's just that the person you've been longing for stepped on and rubbed a few times."

"You've already seen him."

"Hahahaha, yes, are you two the only ones allowed to meet in private? But the situation is exactly as I expected. They just finished their mission and are exhausted. As long as you release it, we can definitely capture it alive."

"Very good, I hope your information is correct..."

boom!

Without warning, a gunshot rang out, and when Hugo turned around, there was a bloody hole in the back of his shiny head.

Hugo's intuition was spot on, but unfortunately, the Joker's words kept subtly conveying a message to him—we're in cahoots! Trust me!!

This is perhaps why Hugo lowered his guard.

"Hahahaha, darling! Nobody ever told you, never do business with JOKER!"

Blowing away the gunpowder smoke, the clown swayed gracefully to the lab table, took out his carefully selected cassette tape, and put it into the tape recorder.

"Por una Cabeza" is the theme song from the movie "Scent of a Woman," and it's one of his favorite songs recently.

Cuantos desenganos poruna cabeza

How much frustration is contained in that one step?

Yo jure mil veces no vuelvo a insistir

I swore a thousand times that I wouldn't let myself sink any deeper.

Pero si un mirar me hiere al pasar

But if she glanced at me as she passed by...

Su boca de fuego otra vez quiero besar

I would want to kiss her passionate lips again.

……

Amidst the duet of violins and cellos, the clown bends down and gracefully rotates his wrists, extending a warm invitation to the air.

His tango steps were incredibly graceful, his posture upright, each perfectly timed and powerful glance back, his shiny leather shoes treading on the spreading blood, splashing blood high into the air and landing on his purple trouser legs.

When the song ended, he let out a long sigh and picked up the remote control from the ground.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Strange, I never intended to work with you. Perhaps in your eyes he was just a failed experiment number one, but in my eyes he is a work of art that is about to be perfect."

"Thank you for your efforts in my plan. It's just a little bit short of completion, and no one can be allowed to touch him until he fills my gaps and makes me whole."

The clown pressed the switch.

"Go, go help our little bat! Don't let him die at Deathstroke's hands!"

While he was recounting the story of the corpse, in the dark pipes of the sewer, Hugo's assistant Sanjay was slowly approaching his target with a blowgun.

Sanjay was furious that his mentor and friend, Dr. Hugo, had been murdered on the spot. He knew that the pale man was cunning and extremely dangerous, and he only had one chance to strike.

Closer, closer, Sanjay lowered his pace.

Just as the clown was about to be brought into his range, a crisp sound of a pin snapping off came from beneath his feet.

"Oh dear! Child, you'd better be careful..."

Boom!

Before he could finish speaking, the shockwave from the fragmentation grenade blew off the Joker's top hat.

He picked it up, brushed off the blood, and an uncontrollable smile crept onto his face.

"I just set up a little surprise at the entrance, I hope my reminder isn't too late, haha ​​...

……

As night deepened, just as Qin Wei was about to close the warehouse door, his lost teammates rejoined the group.

Floyd sped into the factory on his motorcycle, skidded sideways and crashed heavily to the ground, being dragged for more than ten meters before slamming into a metal wall.

"Everyone, move away from the windows! And stay away from the door too..."

The first thing Freud did after getting up was to warn everyone to be careful of snipers, but when he looked up, there was no one at the window or the front door. Everyone seemed to be tacitly on guard against something.

Selena picked up her motorcycle and felt a pang of pain as she looked at the scratched exterior.

Sure enough, you can't just lend your car out.

"Sorry! There are still several Dodge cars in the garage. I'll deliver them to you when I'm done!" While comforting Catwoman, Qin Wei helped Floyd up and closed the door.

"We all know about Slade's situation."

Who is Slade?

The Death Shooter's bewildered expression didn't seem feigned.

"Death knell".

He even knew the name of a legendary mercenary. Who exactly was the employer? Freud thought to himself, only someone like him who took on freelance work and didn't pay attention to his verbal tics would easily reveal his name.

Deathstroke is clearly not that kind of person.

Freud looked around the warehouse and found that it had been turned into a secret chamber with traps everywhere, machine guns set up behind bunkers, and everyone fully armed.

Damn it, these people already knew the death knell was coming, and they even took precautions. It seems my worries were unnecessary.

Qin Wei handed him the last piece of Kevlar bodysuit bulletproof armor.

"Death knell may come at any moment; let's prepare for battle."

As soon as the order was given, some people objected.

"You guys think the Death Knell is that powerful? Since they dared to release him, they must have anticipated we were prepared. I think hiding in the warehouse is just waiting to die; we might as well run for our lives!"

The ones who backed out were the demolition experts, the Willie brothers. These two had been critical of Qin Wei's command since the tunnel incident, and now they finally couldn't hold back anymore.

They took off their bulletproof vests, picked up a box of money, and pushed open the factory door.

call out--!

Along with the pale moonlight, a bullet fell, its angle perfectly timed. After piercing the older brother's skull, the bullet landed right in the younger brother's chest.

With a thud, the two of them fell to the ground together.

"Alright, we're short two cents!" Qin Wei shook his head and pouted.