From Gotham to Night City, my notoriety is known to everyone

Now it has disappeared out of thin air?

No, that's not right. Compared to that, what we should be more vigilant about is the behavior of the mysterious man sitting in the driver's seat.

As Batman's most trusted person, Alfred has most of the authority over the Batmobile, and he locked the vehicle almost without a second thought.

The rattling sound continued in the closed carriage.

A red [Locked] lock icon appears on the display.

Leo watched him operate with a smile, not in a hurry at all.

Batman’s black technology is indeed very advanced, but the timeline here is 2010, which is far behind 2077 in terms of technological level.

"Afu, seriously, why are you two so stingy? I've never driven such a luxurious car before, so what's wrong with letting me drive it once? The richest man in Gotham doesn't need this little gas money."

Now that Batman is not here, he has nothing to worry about, so of course he takes the opportunity to have some fun.

"It's time to show some real skills—"

Leo stretched out his left hand, with the back of his hand facing up, to cover the human-computer connection interface at his wrist.

With his right hand, he took out a pre-prepared data conversion connector from the space. He had spent a long time searching for this thing on the Night City network.

There were slight signs of use on the adapter. After all, it was an antique. Fortunately, it could still be used normally. He had tried it in advance.

After assembling his personal data cable and adapter, he followed the pure white instructions and plugged it into the same model interface on the Batmobile.

[Pure white, hack in! ]

[Give me... 15 seconds to enable basic functions so you can drive on your way.]

Under Alfred's stunned gaze, Leo hacked the Batmobile in just a few breaths.

The icon on the display changes: Locked→Unlock.

"Hahahaha!"

Leo slapped his legs and laughed wildly.

"Well, Ah Fu, my hacking skills are pretty good, right?"

[What on earth are you going to do!? I'm warning you, Batman...]

Alfred, who was already old, covered his chest and felt his heartbeat quicken, which made him nervous.

The Batmobile is equipped with many weapons. If someone uses it to carry out a terrorist attack, the consequences will be disastrous.

That's the symbol of Batman...

"Don't be nervous, Alfred. I'm a good businessman. I just want to do business in an honest and legal manner. I just want to meet the Joker. We have a little 'history' that needs to be settled. By the way, maybe I can help Batman. He's not safe alone."

Without waiting for Ah Fu to answer, he honked the horn several times, startling the onlookers.

"Didn't Batman leave? How come this car is still moving?"

"Autopilot, you idiot. But I just saw there seems to be another person in there. Does Batman have teammates too?"

"I got him on camera! You...uh..."

"Did you take this photo with a landline? What the hell is this photo - the face is all blurry, and all you can see is that he's wearing a silver suit."

Seeing that the crowd not only did not disperse but showed signs of gathering, Leo narrowed his eyes and pressed the horn to the bottom.

Didi————

The piercing sound, comparable to an air raid sirens, scared passers-by so much that they kept backing away.

He stepped on the accelerator lightly, crashed through the guardrail, and drove onto the sidewalk.

[Chunbai, are you sure your navigation route is ok? ]

[OK, this is the best route. As long as you are careful not to hit pedestrians, you can bypass the traffic jam and get to the Illinois Center Building as soon as possible.]

[Okay, it’s Batman’s car anyway…]

Leo chuckled and crashed into the trash can and the obstructing lamppost, then drove away quickly amid the exclamations of the crowd.

As we all know, Gotham City is within the scope of Wayne Manor. If he damages some infrastructure, Mr. Bruce Wayne will naturally pay for it!

In that case——

Why so serious?

"Hahahaha! Don't be afraid, Batman. I'm here to save you!"

Nobody: Chapter 71 Gotham Citizens: "Batman has finally gone crazy!"

The night is foggy.

The last rays of sunset disappeared into the clouds.

Gotham City, which should have been sleeping, was burning like an exploding tanker truck.

The criminals who usually feel itchy all day long are reduced to the accompaniment, and the real lead singer is the Batmobile that rushes on the sidewalk, runs through seven red lights, and blows up the makeshift roadblock with a car-mounted howitzer.

"Batman finally went crazy!"

Passersby and criminals who were fortunate enough to witness this scene exclaimed in this way.

“Ahhhh——Doesn’t he not kill people?!”

An unlucky guy who was using old tires to build a roadblock was hit in the face by gravel. When he touched his face, he saw blood.

His companion gloated and joked: "You are not dead yet, otherwise I will shoot you and say tomorrow that Batman killed you!"

"F**K YOU!"

A few temporary helpers hired by the Joker were arguing when they saw two motorcycles speeding past, chasing the Batmobile.

There were two people sitting on each motorcycle, the driver in the front and the paparazzi holding cameras in the back, oh, no, journalists!

"Front page headlines! Front page headlines!!"

They shouted crazy words and chased the rampaging Batmobile.

Batman finally went crazy: "I'm warning you! Stop the car immediately! Otherwise, after I finish dealing with the Joker, you'll be next!"

Leo chewed gum with an indifferent expression on his face: "Don't be so excited. What if I get distracted while driving and hit someone? Everyone will say it was you who did it tomorrow. How bad is that? I just want to join in the fun. If there is a chance... give the clown a couple of punches and see if he can still laugh!"

"No need! You—"

Before Batman could say anything, Alfred suddenly joined the chat channel: "Oh no, Master, the Joker is here! He brought a few of his men with him, all with guns!"

Batman paused and said, "Try to delay it for a while. I'll be there soon!"

After they finished talking, both of them fell silent. Leo suspected that the two of them had entered the encrypted channel and didn't want to play with him.

It doesn't matter. He doesn't care anyway.

Not only that, he also eased off the accelerator a little to slow down the car.

According to his idea: after Batman free falls, he will go up to help him up, which can not only show his friendly attitude, but also show his muscle by performing magic and hacking into the Batmobile, killing two birds with one stone.

As for the Joker and his minions, that's Batman's job.

Without giving him a penny, you let him fight with them?

Don't be funny, only an idiot can do this!

*

Illinois Center Building.

The fundraising gala, which was gathering momentum, came to a standstill.

The good mood of the upper class was ruined by the intrusion of a group of unwelcome thugs, and they protested solemnly - showing their unyielding spirit with violent French gestures!

This move worked wonders. At least those hideous criminals did not open fire at the first moment. With bullets worth less than one dollar, they eliminated the upper-class elites whose net worth started at least one million.

The leader of the gangsters was a man wearing a purple suit and horrible clown makeup - the clown!

Many of you here have seen his photo in newspapers and are very afraid of this lunatic among lunatics.

As the organizer of the fundraising gala, Alfred was undoubtedly the person with the highest status when Bruce Wayne himself left midway.

The white-haired old man showed amazing courage and walked towards the criminals.

"I suppose you didn't get an invitation?"

He knew it was a stupid thing to say, but he had to delay for a few seconds.

The young master is on his way, and everything will be settled once he arrives.

The clown's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up wildly again: "Hahaha! I like jokes!"

He strode forward and, using the long barrel of his shotgun instead of his hands, struck the old man twice on the shoulder.

"In fact, of course I have an invitation, right in front of you!"

He gripped the gun handle tightly, the cold muzzle against his cheek, a crazy smile flashed in his eyes.

Just as Alfred was about to reply, he moved the gun away and fired without warning.

boom--!

A loud bang cut through the air, and the bullet grazed his own cheek and flew high into the sky.

The dazzling crystal chandelier exploded, and glass fragments flew everywhere like a rainstorm, scaring the well-dressed guests into screaming.

The originally warm and soft light was shrouded in an ominous darkness, and the forced calmness of the upper class people disappeared.

"Ow..."

The clown covered his ears and shook his head.

"Maybe I should hold the gun farther away next time."

He complained, then suddenly laughed: "However, suddenness and lack of warning are the basis of surprise. Now that the surprise has come, it's time for some joy."

The clown stepped forward, grabbed Alfred's shoulders, forced him to turn 120 degrees, and pushed him hard with both hands.

The white-haired old man was pushed by him and staggered into the crowd.

"I won't kill people who can tell jokes. This world is boring enough already. Hahahaha!"

He walked towards the dining table with a wild laugh, picked up a bunch of grapes and put them into his mouth leisurely.

He staggered towards the crowd with a gait that showed he didn't recognize anyone.

As he and his men approached, the crowd seemed to be pushed back by an invisible gravity, huddled together.

The clown's eyes quickly scanned the crowd but failed to find his target.

He shook the barrel of the gun in his hand like a Parkinson's patient and shouted loudly: "Good night, ladies and gentlemen. We are the guests of entertainment tonight and we will present a special performance for you."

The ladies and gentlemen were huddled together and trembling like quails. However, the clown's men smiled politely and helped the boss maintain order.

The Joker slowly paced in front of the crowd, his eyes flashing with malicious ferocity under his smoky eyeshadow: "I only have one question - where is Harvey Dent?"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and many people looked around in confusion, as if they really wanted to help him find Harvey and use him in exchange for their own safety.

However, they naturally couldn't find the person that the clown couldn't find.

The dinner's special guest, Harvey Dent, was not in the hall, and neither was his girlfriend.

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie raised his arm tremblingly and pointed in the direction of the balcony: "He, they just left, they may be on the balcony."

He was willing to become an informer to protect his own safety.

But the people around him not only did not despise him, but also looked at him with gratitude: everyone present was rich, and they had one thing in common, which was that they cherished their lives.

If the Joker was looking for Bruce Wayne, they might not dare to tell on him.

But Harvey Dent…who is that?

I'm so unfamiliar!

It’s worth sacrificing him for everyone’s safety!

The Joker had a bloodthirsty grin on his face, leaving half of his men to maintain order while he led the other half towards the balcony area.

"Thank you very much. I'm only looking for him. I'll leave as soon as I find him~"

Nobody: Chapter 72 Newton: Batman is dead! Batman: Newton is dead!