"Well, I can't help it, I thought the two of us could come to an agreement......" The clown put the knife in his mouth, slicing it from side to side, his eyes nervously rolling up and down, and the words in his mouth, but no one could understand what he was talking about.

"But Donnie, as your friend, I want to warn you that Batman, that hypocrite, may not let you go, and that you have crossed the line in his eyes...... Batman thinks Gotham is his city, but you put your hand in and he'll find a way to chop off your claws and banish you forever – or throw you in Arkham prison? Indefinitely, indefinitely, hehehe. On top of that, you've killed quite a few people in Gotham......"

"Aaron's gang was arranged by you......" Donnie felt extremely troubled, dealing with the Joker was a terrible thing. Because you never know what the Joker will do next...... This person with a crazy mind and a chaotic mind, you should never want to see through the heart of such a person.

"I don't know you that well, don't call me 'friend', what the hell do you want to do?" Donnie frowned.

"Didn't I say, lift the veil of Batman's hypocrisy. That bastard was always on top of the world to decide people's lives and deaths, but he never thought that he was actually a mortal...... He wasn't as great as he thought he was! And I'm going to tear off his mask of hypocrisy with my own hands and throw the cowardly Dark Knight to the whole world! "The clown waved his arms and went crazy.

Donnie suddenly felt a headache, damn it, you and Batman just fall in love and kill each other, and you have to pull me into it, what is the Joker's brain circuit thinking?! The Joker and Batman are mortal enemies, and whoever participates in it is unlucky.

Donnie's face was cloudy, and he eventually smashed the tablet with a single punch and kicked the spoofed gangster out.

Batman went to Hong Kong, this time gave the Joker enough space to operate, the city's higher-ups will be assassinated by the Joker one after another, the battle between Batman and the Joker is about to begin, Downey has already laid out Anderson as a pawn in the old town of Gotham, just do what needs to be done and find clues.

Klein slowly emerged from the darkness, confined to this room for the rest of his life.

"Looks like you're being targeted by that guy...... He wants to pull you in and muddy the whole situation. Crane picked up the tablet and patted the dust on it, "If I were you, I wouldn't have bothered so much and killed them all...... It's not your toes, but you're an advanced mutant. ”

Donnie was silent, how could it be so simple. Joker aside, Batman is a tricky opponent. If the master is not sure, he will never do it easily, and once he does, it means that he is ready for everything.

"You can actually leave the Old Town business to me, and I can do it better than that Anderson. The poison gas I make is much better than any firearm. Klein gently placed the broken tablet on the table and said intentionally or not.

"No, you're a very critical guy, the Shadow Warrior Alliance will contact you one day, and I'll find their headquarters along the way." Downey took out a coin and played with it at some point. To be honest, he was a little disappointed, Crane obviously didn't know about the classified events of the Shadow Warrior Alliance, and Crane didn't even know what the Bacchus factor was.

As for Klein's careful thoughts, he was also clear, not only would he not let this criminal genius out, but he would tighten the chain around his neck even harder.

……

I don't know when it began, there was a depressing atmosphere gradually spreading throughout the old town, which was occasionally mixed with a strong smell of blood. A large number of weapons flowed into the Old Town, and no one knows what the exact number was, let alone how many people had obtained them. But at least one thing is true, and more and more people in the Old Town are taking up arms against the Falkens.

The sporadic sound of gunfire rang out in the silent air, mixed with a bitter chill, which was breathtaking. When the Falken family reacted, they immediately sent a large number of men into the old city to carry out a bloody suppression of those who resisted.

"Where the hell did these untouchables get so many weapons!" The squad leader dodged a bullet in confusion and panicked behind cover. The bunker smelled of garbage, almost making him vomit everything he had eaten at noon.

"Their weapons are all Stark Group's, and it is said that a guy named Anderson in this area is constantly co-opting people to secretly dump all kinds of weapons." The other squad leader snapped an enemy with one shot and said in a moment's time.

The whole old town is like a huge firewood pile, and the sporadic sparks have burst out, and small flames have begun to burn on this firewood pile. Their task was to extinguish all the flames, before the flames burned.

The whole Falken family was restless, and this area of the old town did not have much oil and water, but it has always been the most stable rear of Falken. Anderson's action undoubtedly slapped Falken in the face and arrogantly lit a fire in the backyard.

Anderson has indeed drifted a little lately, he is like a wild wolf that has tasted meat, looking at the world with greedy eyes, and he knows for the first time that meat tastes so good. Wielding money and weapons, he has a group of men and ambitious gangs to form new gangs and encroach on Falken's territory in an attempt to replace Falken as the king of the Old Town.

The taste of power is wonderful, and it makes the rat who used to survive grow rapidly, and he is now also a figure in the upper reaches of the food chain.

"What are you afraid of, we want money, money, people, and all kinds of weapons! We can stir up the whole old city and then absorb our manpower. Anderson exchanged fire with the Falken members who came to the door, while encouraging the newly recruited subordinates around him.

He stared at everything greedily. The big turnaround of a small person made him a little empty-eyed, and his behavior became more and more arrogant, without concealment.

"There are people behind me, I am acting on orders, and we will all be fine." Anderson said.

But just as he finished speaking, one of his subordinates had already picked up a stick and knocked him on the head coldly. With a bang, Anderson only felt a blackness in front of him, and he fell to the ground in disbelief, his stunned gaze full of confusion and incomprehension.

How could it be, how could someone betray him, he obviously gave a rich reward.

"I'm sorry boss, I thought you were just selling arms to make money, but I didn't expect you to challenge Falken." The subordinate carried a stick and said, "The Falken family can rule Gotham not by money, but by strength. ”