It can be pressed down with just a little movement.

"come!"

If Gordon had long hair and beard, his beard and beard would already be flying at this time, like a lion.

Xia Yanzhen couldn't help but look sideways. Shao

Your Gotham City really has honest folk customs and a large number of honest and talented people.

Who would have thought that a deputy commissioner of the police station would have a bomb under his windbreaker instead of a bulletproof vest!

You have done all the work of criminals, what else do these criminals do?

Sure enough, the clown's men were stunned.

Are you the criminal or are we the criminal?

"Hahahahaha!"

The clown pointed at Gordon and laughed wildly, "How funny, Gordon. If it weren't for the nighthawk, you might have become my playmate." Shao

"Stop talking nonsense! Let them go!" Gordon stepped forward.

The crowd in front retreated like a tide.

Bill and the others immediately followed Gordon's pace.

Xia Yanzhen fell behind.

Gordon came under the container and looked up at the clown.

The clown jumped down from above and stared at Gordon with interest.

"Let them go! I am enough!" Shao

Gordon roared at the clown, spitting on the clown's face.

The clown stepped back very sharply to avoid the saliva attack.

He tilted his head and stared at Gordon, the expression of interest on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by an inexplicable sadness.

"you--"

Gordon was about to say something.

"So, he is really dead, right?" The clown suddenly spoke, interrupting Gordon.

"What did you say?" Shao

"Nighthawk, it turns out he is really dead."

The clown's eyes were a little dull, and two tears flowed from his eyes, without damaging his makeup.

Clown makeup should be waterproof.

"How are you sure he is really dead?"

Xia Yanzhen asked.

"How are you sure?" The clown glanced at Xia Yanzhen and looked at him with disdain like an idiot before explaining, "Look at Gordon's appearance now.

"The son will grow up only after his father dies, right? Shao

"In the past, little Gordon would only huddle under Nighthawk's cloak and cry, but look at how irritable he is now. He is so angry that he seems to challenge the whole world. This is the behavior of a child who has witnessed his father's death."

Xia Yanzhen looked at Gao Deng.

Gordon wanted to refute but couldn't.

Yes, if Nighthawk hadn't died, he wouldn't have done such a drastic move.

When something went wrong in the past, Nighthawk was always there to solve it.

Now that Nighthawk is gone, can Gordon solve the problems caused by Gotham's super villains?

No! He doesn’t have the ability, you know. Shao

It’s not a Gordon dish, but not everyone has it.

With everyone serving as director, deputy director, and COP, can they maintain public order in Gotham? They can't!

The only thing Gordon can do is to die with some abnormal lunatics at the critical moment.

This is his best effort.

After answering the question, the clown suddenly became uninterested. He waved his hand: "Let's go."

"Walk?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Shao

"It's boring. You people, this city."

The clown said to himself, "Without the nighthawk, what's the point of all this? It's better to destroy it, yes, destroy it..."

His gaze gradually became dangerous.

"Let's go." Gordon wanted to take the clown away before he changed his mind.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot.

The clown's skull was almost opened. Shao

Blood splashed out under the illumination of the searchlight, along with some fragments.

The clown fell heavily to the ground.

The venue suddenly became quiet, as if someone had pressed the pause button on the video.

Only the muzzle of the gun emitted a little smoke in the freezing cold night.

Xia Yanzhen held up the toy that finally came in handy - ebony wood. He thought for a moment about what he should say in this situation.

I bloom in the midst of killing, like a flower in the dawn.

No, that's not the sentence. Shao

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Xia Yanzhen poured all the bullets on the clown's body and emptied the magazine.

That's right, that's it.

The language of bullets replaces what he wants to say.
Chapter completed!