Well, there's really nothing I can do. I thought we could reach a consensus..." The clown put the knife into his mouth and slashed it left and right. His eyes rolled up and down nervously, and he muttered something, but no one could understand what he was saying.
"But Donny, as your friend, I have to warn you that hypocrite Batman may not let you go. In his eyes, what you did crossed the line... Batman thinks Gotham is his city, but you've reached out. He'll find a way to chop off your claws and expel you forever - or maybe throw you into Arkham Prison? You can't say, you can't say, hehe. The most important thing is, you've killed a lot of people in Gotham..."
"Did you arrange for Aaron and his gang..." Donny felt extremely troubled. Dealing with the Joker was truly a terrible thing. Because you never knew what the Joker would do next... You could never see through the mind of this deranged and chaotic person.
"I'm not that familiar with you, so don't call me 'friend'. What do you want to do?" Donnie frowned.
"Didn't I tell you to expose Batman's hypocritical mask? That bastard always stands high above and decides people's life and death, but he never considers that he is just a mortal... He is not as great as he thinks! And I will tear off his hypocritical mask with my own hands and throw the cowardly Dark Knight to the whole world!" The Joker waved his arms crazily.
Donny suddenly felt a headache. Damn, you and Batman are already in a love-hate relationship, but you have to drag me, a bystander, into this. What the hell is the Joker thinking?! The Joker and Batman are sworn enemies. Whoever gets involved will be in trouble.
Donnie's face was gloomy and uncertain. Finally, he smashed the tablet with one punch and kicked the frightened gangster out.
Batman went to Hong Kong, and this period of time gave the Joker enough room to operate. The city's top leaders will be assassinated one after another by the Joker, and the battle between Batman and the Joker is about to begin. Downey has already placed Anderson as a chess piece in the old city of Gotham. He just needs to do what he should do and look for clues.
Klein slowly walked out of the darkness. He had been confined to this room for the past few days.
"It seems that guy has you on his radar... He wants to drag you into this and mess things up." Klein picked up the tablet and dusted it off. "If I were you, I wouldn't bother with all that and just kill them all... With your abilities, it shouldn't be difficult. You're a high-level mutant."
Donny remained silent. How could it be that simple? Not to mention the Joker, Batman was a formidable opponent. The Master would never act rashly if he wasn't sure. Once he did, it meant he was fully prepared.
"You can actually leave the Old Town matters to me. I can do a better job than that Anderson. The poison gas I create is much more effective than any firearm." Klein gently placed the broken tablet on the table and said intentionally or unintentionally.
"No, you're a crucial figure. The Shadow Warrior Alliance will eventually contact you, and I'll follow the clues to their headquarters." Donnie had taken out a coin and was fiddling with it. Honestly, he was a little disappointed. Klein clearly didn't know about the Shadow Warrior Alliance's secrets. He didn't even know what the Dionysus Factor was.
He was fully aware of Klein's thoughts. Not only would he not let this criminal genius go, but he would actually tighten the chain around his neck.
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At some point, a repressive atmosphere gradually spread throughout the Old City, occasionally tinged with the strong smell of blood. A large number of weapons flowed into the Old City. No one knew the exact number, nor how many people had obtained them. But one thing was certain: more and more people in the Old City began to take up arms against the Falken family.
Sporadic gunshots rang out in the silent air.
The air was filled with a biting chill, captivating the senses. Once the Falken family realized what was happening, they immediately dispatched a large number of troops to the Old Town and brutally suppressed the resistance.
"Where on earth did these untouchables get so many weapons?" A squad leader dodged a bullet and hurriedly hid behind a bunker. The bunker was filled with the stench of garbage, which almost made him vomit up all his lunch.
"Their weapons are all from the Stark Group. It is said that there is a guy named Anderson in this area who has been recruiting people and secretly dumping various weapons." Another team leader shot an enemy and said while he had time.
The entire old town was like a huge pile of firewood. Sporadic sparks had already burst out, and tiny flames had begun to burn on this pile of firewood. Their task was to put out all the flames before the fire broke out.
The entire Falken family was in turmoil. The Old Town area wasn't particularly well-off, but it had always been Falken's most stable base. Anderson's actions were undoubtedly a slap in the face to Falken, and he even arrogantly started a fire in the backyard.
Anderson had been getting a bit carried away lately. He was like a wolf that had tasted meat, gazing at the world with greedy eyes. For the first time, he knew how delicious meat could be. He brandished money and weapons, recruited a group of people, and ambitiously planned to form a new gang, constantly encroaching on Falken's territory, trying to replace Falken as the king of Old Town.
The taste of power is wonderful. It allows the rat that was struggling to survive in the past to grow rapidly. Now he is also a person at the top of the food chain.
"Why should we be afraid of Falken? We have money, people, and all kinds of weapons! We can incite the people of the entire old city and recruit our men from them." Anderson exchanged fire with the Falken members who came to him, while encouraging the newly recruited subordinates around him.
He stared, greedily observing everything. The great rise of a small figure made him somewhat arrogant, and his behavior became increasingly arrogant and undisguised.
"I have someone behind me. I'm just following orders. We'll be fine," Anderson said.
But just as he finished speaking, one of his men suddenly struck him on the head with a club. With a thud, Anderson's vision went black, and he fell to the ground in disbelief, his astonished eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
How could it be possible? How could someone betray him? He had clearly offered an extremely generous reward.
"I'm sorry, Boss. I thought you were just making money selling arms, but I didn't expect you to challenge Falcon." The subordinate said, holding a stick. "The Falcon family's rule over Gotham isn't based on wealth, but on sheer strength."