Douluo Continent: Huo Yuhao with the Clone Style

Chapter 372: The Joker and Batman's First Meeting
While Harley and Caster were going to catch the basilisk, Gotham City was becoming lively.

The Joker has encountered gangsters many times before, leading to gunfights.

He is now busy purchasing materials and recruiting people in preparation for his future encounter with Batman.

Even if he wants to contact the gangsters, it has to be when the gangsters are forced into a desperate situation by Batman and have no choice but to seek cooperation with him.

So I don't want to get involved with the gangs for too long.

However, the Joker's unwillingness to get involved doesn't mean the gang is willing to give up.

As a well-known criminal gang in Gotham, they actually allowed people to rob their own bank in broad daylight.

It's embarrassing to tell others about this kind of thing.

The money must be recovered, and the clown must be hung.

Otherwise they can forget about staying in Gotham.

As a result, the number of people chasing the clown grew.

Over time, the clown became a little impatient.

"I told you that there is no need for us to use such intense expressions between us."

The clown grabbed the killer's hand, snatched the knife from his hand, and then stabbed it into the killer's throat.

Then, he turned around gracefully while holding the killer's body, as if he was dancing with his lover.

The only problem was that his lover's body was riddled with bullet holes.

"Wow, you guys are shooting at your own people."

After the gunfire stopped, the Joker popped his head out from behind the body.

While the gangster nearby was changing magazines, he admired the holes in the killer's body that were beginning to bleed.

"But I actually really like these deadly little cuties."

He threw the body away casually, turned around and hid behind a shelter nearby.

The gangster's bullet arrived a step too late.

He could only hit the cover in vain, failing to cause any harm to the clown.

He then stuck his head out and launched a counterattack against the gangsters.

Every shot can accurately hit the head of a gangster, and every bullet can take a life.

In less than three minutes, all the gang members who were surrounding the Joker were wiped out.

"See, I told you, he's awesome."

Olga, who was watching, said to the others.

“This is more than amazing.”

Dr. Banner was amazed.

This guy with clown makeup on his face has smooth movements and cool poses, just like in a movie.

How is this done?
"Although the guy's strength was a little lacking, his reaction speed has exceeded the limit of normal humans."

Tony looked at the results scanned by Jarvis with a serious expression.

There were no special moves when he was at the gun bank before, so it was hard to tell what was special.

But now looking at it, this is definitely a superhuman.

“Maybe a mental patient has broad thinking?”

Olga speculated.

After all, there are so many possible origins of the Joker, and this version of The Dark Knight doesn't make it clear.

He also doesn't know what the Joker's situation is now.

“Is there such a type of mental illness?”

Dr. Banner asked doubtfully.

"No, I was just kidding."

Olga sighed.

You have to play this meme with your friends in the group, no one here can follow along.

"Oh."

Dr. Banner agreed in confusion.

"Banner, you don't need to respond to every word Olga says."

Tony next to him said when he saw this.

He is a prophet who can see the future, and who knows what kind of things are coming out of his mouth.

Even if you answer, there is no guarantee that it is the answer he wants.

So it is better to pick the answers that you know, and just listen to the others to broaden your horizons.

"You're going a bit too far."

Olga asked why Tony didn't accept his joke.

Feelings are because of this.

"I mean, I will take every word you say seriously."

Tony stretched out his tone, like a treacherous minister who was a must-have in the court to please the emperor.

"Your profound thoughts are beyond the reach of my shallow understanding, so I can only respond to the parts I understand."

As he said this, he bowed deeply to Olga.

If he hadn't put on his battle suit now, he would have been just like a flatterer.

"Don't think I can't hear you're mocking me."

Olga rolled her eyes at Tony.

"How could that be, my respected Majesty."

Tony continued in that flattering tone.

"I just want to express my admiration for you."

Just when Tony wanted to continue expressing himself, Jarvis' voice interrupted their conversation.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, I regret to interrupt your drama, Wayne Manor delivered by mail."

"What are you writing about?"

Olga asked.

“Remember to simplify.”

Tony followed up.

The invitation letter sent by Wayne Manor was ridiculously long. I don’t know how the old man wrote that.

But if you think about it, his accent seems to have an Oxford flavor.

This is not surprising.

This is how the Oxford guy talks to the Prime Minister, not to mention everyone else.

"Due to some unexpected incidents, tonight's dinner has been cancelled. I'm very sorry."

Jarvis summarized it simply.

"Ha, as expected."

Although he was stood up, Tony was not at all dissatisfied.

After all, it would be strange for Bruce to hold a dinner party with peace of mind when the Joker and the gangs are fighting so hard. They are not people that Bruce can deal with without showing up.

"Well, should we help?"

Dr. Banner asked weakly.

After all, as long as the Joker is caught, Bruce won't have to make this trip.

Besides, it wouldn't be a good idea to just let this clown slaughter gangsters at will, right?
"This is someone else's territory. Don't you need to tell them before you enforce the law across regions?"

Olga, who was watching a movie, said.

In fact, this guy is just relying on his own strength to cover the bottom line, and wants to take this opportunity to watch Batman fight the Joker.

If he was not strong enough, he would have either run away long ago or find a way to team up with Batman to take down the Joker.

"But he invited us to the dinner party before. Didn't he agree to join us?"

Dr. Banner asked rhetorically.

Olga was relieved that he finally showed his strength.

"What you said seems to make sense."

Olga said, stroking her chin.

"but……"

"Stop talking, they're leaving."

Tony spoke up, interrupting Olga.

Just now, the Joker killed several gangsters who were chasing him and captured one of them.

Then, through torture of this prisoner, they found out their gathering point.

Now we packed a few bags of grenades, explosives and other things and headed towards the gathering point.

"Come on, come on, keep up. I want to see the Joker outsmart the gang."

Olga followed excitedly.

Banner and Tony looked at each other.

Tony saw the helplessness in Banner's eyes, but Banner only saw two cold spots of light.

Then, they both sighed at the same time and followed Olga.

Maybe these gangsters really pissed off the Joker.

This time, the clown did not argue with the opponent, but just rushed in directly.

There is a grenade in the left hand and a bundle of explosives in the right hand.

He sent most of the gang directly to heaven.

The style of the painting doesn't look like a clown at all, but more like someone coming here to forcibly demolish the house.

"Who on earth sent you?"

The gang leader on the opposite side asked with some fear.

At this time, their stronghold was almost reduced to ruins.

It's all because of this guy in front of me dressed as a circus clown.

Who on earth had they provoked?

"Who sent me? No, no, no, I'm here only to represent myself."

The clown said, pinching the leader's mouth.

"I am like a little bee, working hard to prepare honey for the guests, but I was ruthlessly disturbed by you bears."

His tone was unhurried, like an opera.

Combined with the surrounding ruins and burning buildings, it has a very cinematic feel.

If Olga didn't have some basic qualities, she would have wanted to submit this scene for an Oscar.

"Our new friend is coming."

Tony said suddenly.

In his detector, a fairly obvious heat source was approaching them.

Olga turned around and saw a Batmobile covered in thick armor speeding on the road.

The next moment, the Batmobile jumped up from the spot and crashed directly into the ruins from the street.

When the gang leader saw the Batmobile, he felt as if he was seeing the car of a family member.

He ran towards the Batmobile crying and shouting.

"I'll turn myself in and tell you everything. I can also help you identify Boss Maloney."

The gang leader cried to the Batmobile.

After all, going to jail is better than being blown up by this lunatic.

The clown who was originally holding the leader didn't even look at him.

He dusted himself off, straightened his clothes and tie, and then ran his hands through his hair.

It was as if he was here to meet someone.

"Why do you do these things?"

A deep voice sounded behind the Joker.

"Wow."

The Joker exclaimed, then turned around and observed Batman.

"They always say you appear and disappear like a real monster. How did you do it? Get down from the other side of the car?"

He asked Batman a series of questions.

"I said, why are you doing this?"

Batman ignored the Joker's question and continued answering.

"You mean dressing up? Of course, that's basic etiquette when meeting guests."

The clown looked as if it was a matter of course.

"I wanted to meet you after I was fully prepared, but unfortunately, they ruined it all."

He looked around and said with great regret.

"I mean, why would you do that to them?"

Batman was getting impatient.

"Are you angry? Why?"

The Joker asked, somewhat confused.

"These people are not good people. They rob, kill, and sell drugs...the crimes they have committed are enough to keep them in prison for hundreds of years."

"From this point of view, what I do is no different from what you do, right? We're both fighting crime?"

By doing this, he doesn't even have to worry about this group of people escaping from prison in the future.

"Their crimes should be judged by law."

Batman said.

"Haha, the law."

The clown laughed out loud as if he had heard a joke.

(End of this chapter)