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Chapter 90: Anti-Tony Armor (5)
October 19, 2022 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Several armored vehicles and a large number of police cars formed a menacing column, bristling with killing intent as they escorted the high-profile prisoner Harvey to Arkham Asylum. All traffic along the route had been notified in advance of the prisoner transport and cleared away.
The journey required a detour along a bumpy, uneven road, as the way to Arkham Asylum inevitably passed through the edge of the Old City. This peripheral area, however, was undergoing major construction. Not long ago, Wayne Enterprises had suddenly announced it was hiring large construction crews to build new roads in an attempt to improve the Old City's traffic conditions. Wayne Enterprises employees had erected long blue partition walls around the construction site, where crews and heavy machinery worked day and night, occupying a large amount of ground space.
To reach Arkham Asylum, the convoy had to take a short detour.
Many eyes silently watched the vehicles pass. No matter how many people believed Harvey was Batman, at least his arrest assuaged the fears of some terrified individuals—the police had captured Batman with their own hands. Surely the Joker would keep his promise and stop the random killings now, right? Their personal safety was now guaranteed.
Numerous elite, fully-armed soldiers sat in the armored vehicles, wary of any possible ambush, especially from the deranged Joker. It was highly likely he would attack the convoy mid-route to kill "Batman" Harvey.
As it turned out, their preparations were not in vain. A large group of armed militants brazenly attacked the convoy, and this time, the Joker was leading them personally. Several large vehicles viciously rammed the transport trucks while simultaneously opening fire with machine guns, peppering the convoy with dense bullet marks.
Inside the transport vehicle's compartment, Harvey pointed to the dented metal wall and asked the surrounding soldiers with a somewhat relaxed air, "This truck is built tough, right? Those scumbags will need something with more firepower to get us."
His words became a self-fulfilling prophecy. As if he had heard him, the Joker, standing on a speeding vehicle, hoisted a rocket launcher onto his shoulder. Under the terrified gaze of the driver, he smiled and fired a round straight into the truck's front.
Boom!
The driver was killed instantly, and the steering wheel was destroyed. The massive explosion at the front caused the speeding vehicle to flip onto its side. The entire truck screeched as it tumbled forward, leaving a long, spectacular trail of sparks on the ground.
Just as the Joker raised a second rocket launcher, the deafening roar of an engine suddenly erupted from the distance.
Sprawled awkwardly inside the truck, Harvey heard the sound and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. "He's here... Joker, you took the bait after all. Let's see you run this time!"
The Joker also turned his head with a strange laugh, waving his arms. "He's here... And now, Batman makes his entrance!"
A heavy Batmobile, moving at an incredible speed, caught up and, without any attempt to evade, brutally rammed into the Joker's vehicle.
The Joker was sent flying, tumbling several times on the ground. His clothes were disheveled, and even his makeup was smeared with a layer of dust. He nonchalantly slapped the dirt from his body, letting out an exaggerated cough.
Batman executed a drift, spinning the Batmobile around to face the disheveled Joker, his expression cold and severe.
"Yes, that's it, that's it! Batman, full throttle, run me over! I swear I won't dodge! Just run me down!" The Joker raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, licking his lips frequently, daring Batman to kill him.
"I want you to do it, I want you to do it! Come on, do it!" The Joker then grabbed a machine gun and fired randomly down the street, his eyes fixed on the Batmobile.
With a furious roar, Batman slammed his foot on the accelerator. The Batmobile, like a great beast, let out a series of low growls and roared as it charged at its enemy!
The distance closed, and the look in Batman's eyes grew more and more dangerous.
"Hit me! Hit me! Show me you have the guts to do it!" the Joker muttered incessantly.
The distance between them had already shrunk to ten meters!
"HIT ME!!!" the Joker roared!
Batman roared back! And with all his might, he cranked the steering wheel!
The massive Batmobile scraped past, practically grazing the Joker's collar!
With a tremendous crash, the Batmobile slammed into another vehicle and came to a halt.
"Boring, you're so boring!" The Joker licked his lips, glancing around erratically as he staggered toward the stopped Batmobile. He casually tossed the machine gun aside, looking thoroughly disinterested. "Boring. You're such a hypocrite. You clearly want to kill me, so why didn't you just run me over? So boring."
Harvey kicked open the door of the transport truck, drew a pistol from his waist, rushed over, and viciously struck the Joker on the head before pressing the gun to the back of his skull.
The Joker collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolling back, still mumbling, "Boring, boring... Can you give me a minute? I think Batman crashed himself to death."
"Shut up! Finally got you, you son of a bitch." Harvey gritted his teeth and struck him again, nearly knocking the Joker unconscious.
The media, with their shark-like, unerring instincts, had somehow arrived on the scene. Seeing the dust had settled, they eagerly swarmed in, aiming a forest of cameras and microphones at Harvey.
"Officer Harvey, how does it feel to be Gotham City's greatest hero?"
"I'm not the hero. The other police officers and soldiers are the heroes! The brave and fearless citizens are the heroes!"
Under the cover of darkness, Batman silently drove the Batmobile away, disappearing down the street. From the corner of his eye, he saw the people celebrating on both sides of the road, and a slight smile touched his lips.
One down, one to go.
...
When Harvey walked into the prison, everyone stood up and cheered, welcoming the hero Harvey with a round of applause.
The Joker sat in his cell, clapping the loudest of all. His eyes were fixed on Harvey, and whether it was an illusion or not, his gaze seemed to hold a hint of... amusement?
Harvey met the Joker's gaze without fear. In a strict sense, this was the first stare-down between the Knight of Justice and the mad Joker. The Joker had threatened to kill Harvey long ago. On the first three Joker Cards were the mayor, a judge, and Harvey. The first two had already been killed; only Harvey had escaped, and now, today, he had teamed up with Batman to put the sinful Joker behind bars.
"You're not scared at all?" Harvey asked, his hands in his pockets as he stared coldly at the Joker, his tone laced with undisguised pleasure. This was the disgusting bastard who not only wanted to kill him but had nearly killed his beloved girlfriend, Rachel! And now, he had been captured by Harvey's own hands and thrown in prison!
"Emmmmmmm... Scared? No, what's there to be scared of? It's not you I'd be scared of, Harvey. That Batman fellow put all the heavy lifting on you. The moment I knew you were the one carrying this city, and not Batman, I stopped being scared of you." The Joker sat perfectly still, with no extraneous movements, not even licking his lips or smoothing his hair.
This was highly abnormal. The Joker was too quiet. A deranged person should not be this quiet.
***
Thanks to Song Wuqi and Book Friend 160808070933759 for their tips!
Hmm, I'm actually going premium on May 1st. The VIP channel will open at midnight tomorrow... I was shocked when my editor told me about the May 1st launch. I always thought the beginning of the month was a battlefield for the big-shot authors, I never expected that my book, with 9,600 collections, would be part of it...
No more talk, I need to go stockpile chapters. Words are useless, time for a mass release on May 1st...
(end of chapter)
October 19, 2022 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Several armored vehicles and a large number of police cars formed a menacing column, bristling with killing intent as they escorted the high-profile prisoner Harvey to Arkham Asylum. All traffic along the route had been notified in advance of the prisoner transport and cleared away.
The journey required a detour along a bumpy, uneven road, as the way to Arkham Asylum inevitably passed through the edge of the Old City. This peripheral area, however, was undergoing major construction. Not long ago, Wayne Enterprises had suddenly announced it was hiring large construction crews to build new roads in an attempt to improve the Old City's traffic conditions. Wayne Enterprises employees had erected long blue partition walls around the construction site, where crews and heavy machinery worked day and night, occupying a large amount of ground space.
To reach Arkham Asylum, the convoy had to take a short detour.
Many eyes silently watched the vehicles pass. No matter how many people believed Harvey was Batman, at least his arrest assuaged the fears of some terrified individuals—the police had captured Batman with their own hands. Surely the Joker would keep his promise and stop the random killings now, right? Their personal safety was now guaranteed.
Numerous elite, fully-armed soldiers sat in the armored vehicles, wary of any possible ambush, especially from the deranged Joker. It was highly likely he would attack the convoy mid-route to kill "Batman" Harvey.
As it turned out, their preparations were not in vain. A large group of armed militants brazenly attacked the convoy, and this time, the Joker was leading them personally. Several large vehicles viciously rammed the transport trucks while simultaneously opening fire with machine guns, peppering the convoy with dense bullet marks.
Inside the transport vehicle's compartment, Harvey pointed to the dented metal wall and asked the surrounding soldiers with a somewhat relaxed air, "This truck is built tough, right? Those scumbags will need something with more firepower to get us."
His words became a self-fulfilling prophecy. As if he had heard him, the Joker, standing on a speeding vehicle, hoisted a rocket launcher onto his shoulder. Under the terrified gaze of the driver, he smiled and fired a round straight into the truck's front.
Boom!
The driver was killed instantly, and the steering wheel was destroyed. The massive explosion at the front caused the speeding vehicle to flip onto its side. The entire truck screeched as it tumbled forward, leaving a long, spectacular trail of sparks on the ground.
Just as the Joker raised a second rocket launcher, the deafening roar of an engine suddenly erupted from the distance.
Sprawled awkwardly inside the truck, Harvey heard the sound and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. "He's here... Joker, you took the bait after all. Let's see you run this time!"
The Joker also turned his head with a strange laugh, waving his arms. "He's here... And now, Batman makes his entrance!"
A heavy Batmobile, moving at an incredible speed, caught up and, without any attempt to evade, brutally rammed into the Joker's vehicle.
The Joker was sent flying, tumbling several times on the ground. His clothes were disheveled, and even his makeup was smeared with a layer of dust. He nonchalantly slapped the dirt from his body, letting out an exaggerated cough.
Batman executed a drift, spinning the Batmobile around to face the disheveled Joker, his expression cold and severe.
"Yes, that's it, that's it! Batman, full throttle, run me over! I swear I won't dodge! Just run me down!" The Joker raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, licking his lips frequently, daring Batman to kill him.
"I want you to do it, I want you to do it! Come on, do it!" The Joker then grabbed a machine gun and fired randomly down the street, his eyes fixed on the Batmobile.
With a furious roar, Batman slammed his foot on the accelerator. The Batmobile, like a great beast, let out a series of low growls and roared as it charged at its enemy!
The distance closed, and the look in Batman's eyes grew more and more dangerous.
"Hit me! Hit me! Show me you have the guts to do it!" the Joker muttered incessantly.
The distance between them had already shrunk to ten meters!
"HIT ME!!!" the Joker roared!
Batman roared back! And with all his might, he cranked the steering wheel!
The massive Batmobile scraped past, practically grazing the Joker's collar!
With a tremendous crash, the Batmobile slammed into another vehicle and came to a halt.
"Boring, you're so boring!" The Joker licked his lips, glancing around erratically as he staggered toward the stopped Batmobile. He casually tossed the machine gun aside, looking thoroughly disinterested. "Boring. You're such a hypocrite. You clearly want to kill me, so why didn't you just run me over? So boring."
Harvey kicked open the door of the transport truck, drew a pistol from his waist, rushed over, and viciously struck the Joker on the head before pressing the gun to the back of his skull.
The Joker collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolling back, still mumbling, "Boring, boring... Can you give me a minute? I think Batman crashed himself to death."
"Shut up! Finally got you, you son of a bitch." Harvey gritted his teeth and struck him again, nearly knocking the Joker unconscious.
The media, with their shark-like, unerring instincts, had somehow arrived on the scene. Seeing the dust had settled, they eagerly swarmed in, aiming a forest of cameras and microphones at Harvey.
"Officer Harvey, how does it feel to be Gotham City's greatest hero?"
"I'm not the hero. The other police officers and soldiers are the heroes! The brave and fearless citizens are the heroes!"
Under the cover of darkness, Batman silently drove the Batmobile away, disappearing down the street. From the corner of his eye, he saw the people celebrating on both sides of the road, and a slight smile touched his lips.
One down, one to go.
...
When Harvey walked into the prison, everyone stood up and cheered, welcoming the hero Harvey with a round of applause.
The Joker sat in his cell, clapping the loudest of all. His eyes were fixed on Harvey, and whether it was an illusion or not, his gaze seemed to hold a hint of... amusement?
Harvey met the Joker's gaze without fear. In a strict sense, this was the first stare-down between the Knight of Justice and the mad Joker. The Joker had threatened to kill Harvey long ago. On the first three Joker Cards were the mayor, a judge, and Harvey. The first two had already been killed; only Harvey had escaped, and now, today, he had teamed up with Batman to put the sinful Joker behind bars.
"You're not scared at all?" Harvey asked, his hands in his pockets as he stared coldly at the Joker, his tone laced with undisguised pleasure. This was the disgusting bastard who not only wanted to kill him but had nearly killed his beloved girlfriend, Rachel! And now, he had been captured by Harvey's own hands and thrown in prison!
"Emmmmmmm... Scared? No, what's there to be scared of? It's not you I'd be scared of, Harvey. That Batman fellow put all the heavy lifting on you. The moment I knew you were the one carrying this city, and not Batman, I stopped being scared of you." The Joker sat perfectly still, with no extraneous movements, not even licking his lips or smoothing his hair.
This was highly abnormal. The Joker was too quiet. A deranged person should not be this quiet.
***
Thanks to Song Wuqi and Book Friend 160808070933759 for their tips!
Hmm, I'm actually going premium on May 1st. The VIP channel will open at midnight tomorrow... I was shocked when my editor told me about the May 1st launch. I always thought the beginning of the month was a battlefield for the big-shot authors, I never expected that my book, with 9,600 collections, would be part of it...
No more talk, I need to go stockpile chapters. Words are useless, time for a mass release on May 1st...
(end of chapter)
