MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 263 Skip the plot
Snapped!
A crisp slap landed on the clown's face, his neck snapped to the side, his body spun two and a half times, and he crashed heavily to the ground.

"Huh? What is that?" Fang Zheng had just swung his hand out when he scooped up the bat-shaped dart that was flying through the air and was about to hit the clown.

There is only one dart, but it breaks apart in mid-air, with the middle connected by high-strength threads to form a lasso structure.

As Fang Zheng caught one of the darts, another dart followed, binding the silk thread tightly to his body.

"It's quite unique." Fang Zheng held the dart, curiously observing its exquisite details.

"Hehehe!" A maniacal laugh rang out as the clown, who had just been slapped to the ground, struggled to his feet.

"Pah!" The clown covered his face, spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with teeth and blood, looked at the boy bound by batarangs, and said in an excited yet trembling voice, "What a cute and frighteningly strong little lamb!"

"But how lucky! Even Batman came to help me catch you, my little cutie!"

Although it was just a casual slap, a normal person would definitely not be able to get up, but the clown seemed to feel no pain at all. With his neck tilted to the side, he dodged to the side with unusual agility, avoiding another batarang attack that followed.

"My dear flying bat, don't move! Otherwise, the strong little lamb's head will be blown off!" The Joker stood behind Fang Zheng, looking at Batman who had fallen to the ground in front of him, the cold muzzle of his gun already pressed against the back of the innocent child's head.

The boy who had just slapped the clown to the ground seemed to be frightened by the gun barrel and stood frozen in place, too scared to move.

"The Clown Gang, you guys are like cockroaches, you can't get rid of them no matter how hard you try..." A deep, magnetic voice came from the figure that resembled a giant humanoid bat in the drizzle. "Since when did the Clown Gang start doing things like child trafficking?"

"Heh!" The Joker rubbed his swollen cheek, the ruptured subcutaneous veins beneath his pale skin even more prominent. He chuckled and said in his toothless, lisping voice, "No matter how many Joker gang members you capture, after one bad day, everyone in Gotham City can be the Joker."

"Gotham City is one giant Joker gang, Batman, aren't you the biggest Joker?"

"Why kidnap children? How can this be called kidnapping? We were just looking for cute little kids to play with."

"Besides, we also need to eat."

He shook his head, his voice growing increasingly frenzied as he roared, "Now, I have lambs in my hands, so put down your weapons! I am the one who's in charge here!"

"Another lunatic who inhaled the Joker's gas... I should have destroyed it already, where did you get this from?" Batman calmly put down the dart in his hand, glanced at a dart embedded in the wall out of the corner of his eye, and his fingers trembled slightly.

After finishing, he took two steps back, watching the clown's pale and sickly expression warily.

Clown toxin is a terrifying and disgusting chemical agent. Once inhaled, it causes a person to fall into a special state of frenzy yet calmness, drastic mood changes, and a sharp increase in destructive desire.

Based on this, the body's instinctive defense mechanisms are dispelled by the frenzied mental state, and adrenaline surges, allowing them to continue moving despite severe physical trauma.

To stop them from moving, you have to break their arms and legs so that they can't move no matter how much they struggle.

"This is troublesome..." Batman frowned. The guy who inhaled the Joker's gas was like a bomb that could explode at any moment, destroying himself and others.

Although it's unclear whether that unfortunate kid had some special ability or had received assassin training to catch his batarang.

But now that he has lost the first move, if he can't take the kid down and subdue him instantly, the kid will be in danger. A large-caliber revolver is no joke.

The Jokers' gang of lunatics never cared about the hostages they captured or their own lives; they only cared about the perverse amusement they got from the process.

The clown laughed maniacally, smearing a streak of blood on his swollen cheek to create a wide, twisted smile, and spread a finger. "Big Bat, let's play Russian roulette!"

ding ding ding...

With a metallic clang, five bullets fell to the ground, spun the revolver, and then the trigger was pulled.

*Click*... The revolver missed.

Watching Batman's tense and furious expression in that instant, the Joker reveled in the thrill. "Heh! I only have one bullet left in my revolver. From now on, I'll pull the trigger every three seconds."

"When you get close to me, I'll pull the trigger once per second. But don't make any sudden movements! Otherwise, I'll keep pulling the trigger!"

"The countdown will begin in three seconds. Come on, try snatching this child back from me head-on. Bet on your luck and physical strength."

"Let's see if your luck allows you to rush over and save this adorable little lamb before I fire my bullet!"

Batman calmly considered his next course of action.

The distance between him and the clown was about 25 meters, while the world record for the men's 30-meter sprint is about 3.31 seconds.

Even if Batman's physical abilities were near the peak of human potential, he couldn't possibly break the world record in sprinting, especially in a rainy alleyway like this, where running is not advisable. It would take him at least three seconds to accelerate from zero to cover those twenty-five meters.

This means that the bastard will pull the trigger at least three more times, and with the one he just pulled, the probability of it not firing after four trigger pulls is extremely low.

Whether it's the Joker or his gang of disgusting bastards, they always love to play these extremely disgusting "games".

When they have the upper hand, they often use various methods to force their victims to abide by their rules, but they themselves never follow them.

Even if I actually succeed, that bastard will most likely have a backup plan, such as...

Batman glanced at the bullets in the puddle, but because his view was obstructed, he couldn't see all five bullets intact.

Hiding a bullet or two is perfectly normal for the Joker Gang, a bunch of ruthless bastards.

"Three!" The Joker had already started the countdown.

Without a moment's hesitation, Batman had already begun his sprint.

One second, click!
Two seconds, click!

At 2.5 seconds, the dart previously embedded in the wall was roughly aimed at by Batman's remote control hidden in his glove, and shot towards the Joker as a needle carrying high voltage.

While water can conduct the electric current of a batarang, the current intensity will be insufficient if the distance is too far, so it must be aimed accurately.

But it's too late.

"Bang!" As the clown pursed his lips and made his voiceover, the sound of a gun blast exploded behind the boy's head.

Batman's near-human-limit reaction speed, honed by years of training, allowed him to clearly see a bullet shoot out of the boy's forehead, followed by a mass of brain matter and blood exploding at the back of his head.

A young, vibrant boy with a bright future was killed right before his eyes.

Who said that if you drop five bullets on the ground, they all have to be taken out of a gun?
The Joker never follows any rules; he follows the rules only to break them for greater pleasure.

boom!
Batman, his fist pounding with fury, slammed into the face that was still laughing despite being paralyzed by the electric current.

The few remaining, wobbly teeth in the clown's mouth also flew away.

"You scum!" Batman glared at him coldly, then kicked the Joker in the leg with his steel-plated boots, breaking his thigh bone.

"Aaaaaah!" the clown screamed.

"Hehehe!" the clown laughed loudly.

Even with all his teeth knocked out and a visible dent in his face, he remained conscious under the effects of the clown's poison gas, instead of fainting from the pain.

Even with his vision blurred and unable to see anything, he remained unaffected by the high-voltage electricity, reaching out to grab Batman's foot and struggling to climb upwards, laughing indistinctly, "Batman, that's the look on your face!"

"Every clown longs to see that expression on your face!"

"How long are you going to keep up the pretense! How long are you going to deceive yourself and pretend to be a hero?"

"Join us! Join the clowns!"

But faced with his seduction, Batman just watched coldly and then kicked him again, breaking at least three of his ribs with a cracking sound.

Batman coldly replied, "Go to Arkham Asylum and stay there for the rest of your life."

“Alfred,” Batman whispered.

"Young Master, I'm here." A voice came through the earpiece.

After a moment of silence, Batman sighed. "As usual, arrange for an ambulance to treat the Joker, and investigate the child the Joker killed."

"If the child still has a family, we should find a way to give them some compensation. If he doesn't have a family, we should arrange a funeral for him so that his body can rest in peace and not be dragged away by the scavengers."

(End of this chapter)