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Text Chapter 576 I, the Clown (16)

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    The night continues

    At this moment, under the high platform of Bat Castle.

    In the past, they had only one purpose for coming here, which was to worship.  But tonight, they came to demand killing.

    ¡°Hand over the bat!¡± ¡°Kill that liar!¡± ¡°Let him come out!¡± Shouts rang out from the crowd.

    They are angry, they are passionate, they are impulsive, they are crazy.

    It all started with that smiley face sign in the sky.  That smile seemed to have a magical power, implanting rebellious emotions in everyone's heart.  Feng Bujue's outstanding speech became the final catalyst.

    "Sir, the situation is about to get out of control." On the high platform, a Robin quickly ran to Gordon's side and reported, "There are too many people surrounding the castle, and our troops are simply not enough" He paused.  For a second, the expression on his face became very strange, "They haven't launched a frontal attack yet, but that is only a matter of time. Once they start to advance"

    "Okay, you don't need to report these things." The_b breast's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the Robin's narration.

    The Robin was startled when he heard the sound. He hurriedly turned his head and found the breast standing two meters away from him: "Yes I'm sorry, sir, I didn't see you"

    "I know." the_b breast said, "I'm testing the optical camouflage function of this suit of armor." He walked forward slowly, his tone as calm as ever, "It seems pretty good."

    "You go back to your post first." Only then did Gordon speak, signaling the Robin to step back.  After the latter left, Gordon turned to B breast and said, "It seems we underestimated the clown's ability to incite."

    "Well not necessarily." the_b breast pondered, "Actually, the tastes of this group of mobs have changed After so many years of showing off, they have gradually forgotten my true strength. These people are tired of it.  The blood of those so-called super criminals They want my blood."

    "But we have an absolutely superior force in our hands." Gordon continued, "Those rabble-rousers don't have airships or armored vehicles, let alone heavy weapons"

    the_b breast replied: "Huh superior strength? A total of more than a thousand troops. I don't know how many of them have already had the idea of ????against me." He paused, "Although this city's  The population has declined and reversed growth due to years of war, but there are still nearly a million people. The signal soldier just said a lot, our troops are simply not enough. Even if one of our people can be exchanged for ten, or even more  One against a hundred is useless."

    When Gordon heard this, a strange thought flashed through his mind, but he remained calm on the surface.

    "Faith," the_b breast continued, "is the most solid barrier. If their faith collapses, then they will tear my 'god' into pieces and elect a new one - just like  That's what I did before." He snorted coldly, "Hmph In this game, that 'clown' has the absolute upper hand. He is very powerful and not only his skills, but also his strategy and courage.  The color surprised me even more. However" He immediately changed the topic, " No matter how strong the victory is, there is still a possibility of being overturned before it turns into a tangible victory."

    The words end here.  The scheming King of Gotham has come up with a countermeasure.

    "Gordon" the_b breast said, "I thought of a plan" He looked at the other person, "But I need your help."

    Gordon's expression changed slightly, and after a moment of consideration, he responded: "I will serve you, Master."

    "You take my place." the_b breast said.

    "What!" Gordon's first reaction was - this is a trap, "Nohow dare I"

    "Of course I don't want you to really replace me." the_b breast immediately added, "I want you to pretend to be an uprising and swear to overthrow me. And I will cooperate with you in a play" He explained,  "Anyway, those mobs don't know my true appearance (according to the original setting of the comic, the_b breast's face has long been integrated with the bat mask. He can't take off the mask at all). When the time comes, we can find a scapegoat and give him  Just put on the bat mask and throw it out."

    While Gordon was listening to the other party's words, he was thinking in his mind In fact, he did have the idea of ??defecting. If possible, he didn't want to act. He wanted to throw the real one down and replace it as Gotham.  God.

    Buthe still lacks that kind of courage after all, because he is not "Gordon".  The real Commissioner Gordon died more than half a century ago.  Gordon, who serves as the_bce's number one minion, is actually a Robin

      He was the first Robin to follow B.C.E. When he was thirty years old, he underwent "plastic surgery" by Dr. Clipper and transformed into the legendary "Director Gordon", the God of Bats.  prophet, and the titular chief executive of Gotham City.

    "OkayI'll do it right now" After Gordon made up his mind, he turned to the two soldiers ten meters away and said loudly, "You two, go and prepare a body that is close to the Bat God immediately.  And put him in a Batsuit.¡±

    The two men looked at each other, hesitated for two seconds before replying in unison: "Yes! Sir."

    After they left, Gordon walked to the edge of the platform, turned on his headphones, and began the last speech of his life: "My children! You have been cheated!" He shouted, "I have been cheated too! the_b  The breast is a hypocritical god, this is a hypocritical game, a hypocritical game!" He shouted while increasing his tone, "the breast has gone crazy, but you don't have to worry, I have the situation under control!" He opened his arms.  , "People of the Bat, follow me! Support me! I have taken over the Bat Castle! Defeated the_beast!" He raised his arm and waved, "Nowlet me take the blood of the false god,  Leave it to youah!"

    His words stopped abruptly here, because the_b breasts had grabbed his waist from behind and lifted him up horizontally.

    At this moment, Gordon understood there was no "plan" at all, there was just a trap, a trap that he failed to see through.

    "Gordon is the hypocrite, a failed servant and a liar." The_b breast is worthy of being a lifelong hero, and his strategy is not without its poison. "You seehe is crazy, he covets me.  He has held the position for many years and deceived me by lying during the ceremony. And now, he is talking nonsense about replacing me."

    "No! No! It was him he made me" Gordon was still trying to explain, but the breast's arm secretly increased strength and crushed a section of Gordon's spine, causing him to scream in pain.  stand up.

    "Look at this complete lunatic, there are only lies and roars in his mouth." the_b breast continued, "Iyour bat god, I will hand him over to you nowfor trial."

    Before he finished speaking, he threw the number two figure in Gotham who had served him for many years off the high platform.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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