Roaming the universe, all thanks to your many dark skills!

Soon, the robber who had killed his accomplice appeared in the bank's business hall dragging several luggage bags full of banknotes.

"That's a lot of money. If the Joker is that powerful, he should have let us drive a bigger car." As he spoke, he raised his gun and pointed it at the only remaining robber. "I bet the Joker told you that he would kill me as soon as we loaded the money."

"No, no, no, I want to kill the bus driver." The robber standing in front of him was not panicked at all. He even looked down at his watch, as if he wanted to confirm the time.

"Bus driver? What bus driver?" The robber with the gun was stunned, and then he was knocked to the ground by a yellow school bus that broke through the door with a loud crash, and died on the spot.

"School is over, time to go home." A guy wearing a mask jumped off the school bus.

“This guy can’t get up.”

As they talked, the two men threw a suitcase bag full of money into the car.

"That's quite a lot of money!" the man who got off the car asked, "Where did everyone else go?"

boom.

The robber who had just said he wanted to kill the bus driver raised his gun and shot him dead without hesitation. Then he shook his head and went to move the last bag of money.

"You think you're very smart, don't you?" William, who had just been shot but not dead, suddenly said. "The guy who hired you will use the same method against you."

"I think the criminals in this city all have beliefs, fame, and respect, but look at you, what do you believe in? What do you believe in?" William roared angrily as he looked at the robbers who kept walking towards him.

“I believe that what doesn’t kill you will only make you…” The robber stuffed something that looked like a grenade into William’s mouth, then pulled off the mask on his face, revealing a face painted like a clown.

He looked at William and said slowly, "Even weirder."

After saying that, he grinned, turned around and walked into the school bus with a swagger.

There was a string behind him, and one end of the string was connected to the safety pin of the grenade in Norman's mouth.

The next moment, the car started.

Snapped.

The safety pin is removed.

With a puff, thick smoke billowed out from it.

It turned out that it was not a grenade but just a smoke bomb.

But even though William had managed to escape death, he looked as pale as death.

As soon as the school bus left, the sirens of police cars were heard outside, and then a large number of police officers with live ammunition rushed into the bank, followed by the arrival of an ambulance.

The injured William soon received proper treatment, but he also heard news that made him even more devastated.

Everything in the bank's vault, including but not limited to various banknotes, gold, gems, bonds, and various valuable items owned by customers: jewelry, real estate, land...all are gone.

William couldn't tell exactly how much the bank had lost this time, but he knew he was finished.

What’s even more terrible is that until now, he still doesn’t know how those things disappeared?

He was in the business hall at the time and saw the luggage bags taken away by the robbers.

Although each vault is filled to the brim, it appears to be filled with only banknotes. So where did the gold and other valuables stored in the vault go?

At the same time, the clown thought he had fooled all his accomplices and made them kill each other because of greed, and finally ended everything by himself, took away all the stolen money, and left safely under the nose of the police. At this time, looking at the empty school bus, he was also wondering: where did those bags of stolen money go?

Of course, Rosen took away the money from both sides. After all, robbing these ill-gotten gains really did not put any psychological pressure on him at all.

As for the Joker.

The reason why Rosen didn't rush to kill him was because this guy was still useful.

Without his guidance, it would not be an easy task to find the bad guys in this city and gather them together.

In an underground parking lot.

Two Ford cars came speeding and then suddenly stopped not far in front of a white van.

Then a man in a leather jacket got out of the front Ford.

“That’s why we brought the dogs,” he said in English with a distinct Russian accent.

As he spoke, he rubbed a black Caucasian Shepherd Dog in the back seat.

A skinny but obviously insane guy was taken off a Ford car behind him. He kept yelling, "Please, they crawled into my mouth, please take them out."

"Look at what your medicine has done to my client." The man who was rubbing the dog's head questioned the person who got out of the van.

"Buyer is responsible for his own actions." Someone in the van replied lightly, "I told you that my medicine will make people feel high, but I never said it would be the effect you were dreaming of."

As he was speaking, a guy with a torn sack wrapped around his head walked down from the van.

“My business depends on repeat customers.”

"If you are not satisfied with my goods, you can go find someone else to buy them from." Sackhead said nonchalantly, "That is, provided that Batman still has other sellers."

Woof woof woof.

At this moment, the dog next to him suddenly barked.

"My dog ​​is hungry, but you are the only human flesh I have..."

Before the black gangster with a Russian accent could finish his words, he saw two guys in bat suits appear not far away. One of them raised a shotgun and opened fire at them.

Bang.

"That's not him, release the dogs and kill them." The gangster shouted the order.

Ta-ta-ta...bang-bang-bang...

Instantly, loud gunshots rang out in the underground parking lot.

Bang bang bang.

At this moment, an even more deafening gunshot soon attracted all the gunshots.

Because every time a gunshot was heard, there would inevitably be another gunshot that stopped abruptly, and at the same time a body would fall to the ground.

This made everyone present feel scared, so much so that when a chariot that looked like Batman's broke through the wall with a bang and blocked the way in front of everyone, no one cared to pay attention to it.

bang bang bang...

The gunfire continued.

Soon there were no more gunshots, and even the barking of dogs disappeared.

"It's much quieter now." While replacing the cylinder of the cruel hand cannon, Rosen walked towards the gangster he had just knocked down through the car door.

call.

When the wind sounded, a dark shadow rushed forward and raised his hand to chop Rosen's wrist with a knife.

At the same time, a deep voice sounded: "You shouldn't kill people."

Bang.

With a muffled thud, a burly black shadow flew out and hit the Ford car, which was beaten like a sieve.

He was wearing a black battle suit, a mask with two pointed ears on his head, and a black cape behind him. He was the Batman who frightened all criminals in this city.

But Rosen didn't bother to buy his account. He first knocked him away with a punch, and then said, "It's none of your business."