There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

Chapter 95, Act 3

Where are Dick and Royce?

"Hahaha, you only think of them now? You cold-blooded bastard, but I can't tell you yet. You have absolutely no credibility with me."

Qin Wei shrugged, indicating that he didn't care, a statement that also applies to the clown.

After some back and forth, the two decided to tie up the clown first and have him guide Qin Wei to rescue the people, and then release him after the rescue was completed.

Of course, Qin Wei had no intention of releasing the hostage. As long as he could rescue the hostage, he would not hesitate to snap the hostage's neck in the next second.

But couldn't the Joker have foreseen this outcome? The fact that he agreed so readily shows that he still has some trump cards up his sleeve.

But now is not the time to think about that, as reinforcements from the Joker Gang have arrived one after another.

Just as Qin Wei had predicted, these guys had no intention of fighting head-on. Instead, they occupied the advantageous position at the exit and kept throwing smoke bombs and homemade Molotov cocktails into the tunnel.

Thick smoke billowed into the tunnel, making it impossible for the people to open their eyes.

"Wei, what do we do!"

Selena lay down on the ground, covering her mouth and nose.

She had worried about the current situation when Qin Wei made his decision, but considering that a cunning man like him couldn't possibly be without a backup plan, she chose to trust his judgment.

However, the current crisis cannot be overcome simply by relying on the word "trust".

"It'll be here soon..." Qin Wei glanced at his watch again.

"They're almost here? Old Smoker and Kid's been kidnapped by Whiteface...cough cough cough! Who else do you expect to help us! Let's surrender, before we're burned to a crisp!"

Even Willie, who always loved fire and explosions, couldn't help but complain.

"Hey, I love your suggestion! But the nickname 'Pale-faced' is just awful!"

The clown was bound hand and foot and thrown to the ground, with a 215-pound Qin Wei on his back, but this did not affect his elegant banter with Willie.

"Say more! You damn pale-faced...cough cough...tell me your last words too!"

"Last words? I don't have any last words. If I really die, please put me face down in the coffin. I prefer to sleep face down, hahaha!"

Willie rolled his eyes; the clown's madness was something even this self-proclaimed madman couldn't match.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Just as everyone was blinded by the smoke, a series of loud noises echoed through the tunnel.

boom!

As everyone remained bewildered and in shock, a violent explosion erupted behind them. A gap was blasted open in the collapsed tunnel, and as fresh air rushed in, the blinding light from the Batmobile's headlights seemed to guide them up the ladder of freedom and hope.

"Wow!!! The Batmobile? This is a real treasure. Qin Wei, you're getting closer and closer, just like that... Ouch! You're hurting me!"

The clown was still babbling on when Qin Wei punched him in the stomach, then ripped off his hood and stuffed it into his mouth. Finally, the world quieted down.

Honestly, beating up the clown didn't bring Qin Wei any sense of accomplishment. He wouldn't fight back or talk back; even a punching bag would have been easier to hit in the stomach. But there was no way around it; that mouth was just too incessant, like a fly buzzing around his ear.

"I'm going to rescue them!! Jason, you're in charge of taking the crate to the evacuation point. Chief Gordon will come to pick it up himself. The rest of you, go back to the repair shop and prepare for battle."

Still worried, Qin Wei gave a few more instructions before stuffing the clown head-down into the Batmobile.

Lowering the cockpit canopy, Qin Wei activated the autopilot system.

"Honey, I didn't expect you couldn't even drive!"

Having just restored the Joker's language module, this guy couldn't wait to start outputting.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me where those two are!"

Qin Wei clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.

"Alright, alright, let's go back to the East District now..."

Guided by the Joker, the Batmobile circled back to the East End, meandering through narrow streets before finally stopping at an intersection.

"My ankle seems a little itchy. Can you help me untie the rope, or can you help me?"

Qin Wei knew that the clown was negotiating with him; if he wasn't untied, the clown wouldn't take him to his destination.

So the ropes on the clown's feet were untied, but to prevent him from operating any strange buttons or mechanisms, Qin Wei even tightened the bindings on his hands.

The two then drove to the Senate.

"You've locked them up here?"

"The most dangerous place is often the safest place." The clown tilted his head, revealing a set of big white teeth. "Can I leave now?"

"Dream on!"

Qin Wei grabbed the clown by the scruff of his neck like he was carrying a kitten and leaped out of the Batmobile.

There's another advantage to untying this guy: at least I can push him ahead. Since he seems so suicidal, he probably won't risk his life to set a trap.

I kicked open the Senate gate. It had been deserted for a long time. The dampness mixed with the musty smell hit me and made my nose itch.

"Ladies first!"

Qin Wei made way for Mr. Clown.

"A wise decision, but aren't you afraid I might have installed some kind of time-delayed mine specifically designed to target those behind you?"

"You really know how to manipulate people's mentality!" Qin Wei jabbed the clown hard in the back with the muzzle of his gun. "I haven't fired a gun much, but I'm accurate and fast within seven paces. You can try if you dare."

Stepping on the creaking wooden planks, the two went upstairs one after the other, and the clown stopped outside the storeroom on the third floor.

"This is it!"

"Hurry up and go in, don't dawdle."

"Really? Well, you'd better not regret it..."

Before he could finish speaking, the clown suddenly slammed the door open.

There is indeed an agency involved.

In the empty room stood a huge glass tank filled with countless small fish, while the two unconscious men, their mouths taped shut, were suspended from the ceiling.

Qin Wei didn't know that the things in the tank were the infamous red-bellied piranhas from the Amazon, but he could guess that these creatures were no pushovers.

But before he could even react, a sudden flash of blinding white light robbed him of his sight.

Immediately afterwards, a huge noise exploded in his ears, as if someone had shoved a firecracker into his head, leaving him completely dazed.

Another bombshell, the same old trick.

This time, however, he became the victim.

On the other hand, the Joker was not spared either. Although he closed his eyes immediately, the dazzling white light still penetrated his eyelids and affected his vision. To make matters worse, the bomb exploded right in front of him, and the loud decibels pierced his eardrums, causing two streams of blood to flow down his earlobes.

But this also bought him time to escape, and he stumbled and tumbled down the stairs.

If he hadn't made thorough preparations and considered every possibility, what gave him the right to challenge Qin Wei?

But before leaving, he still prepared a little surprise for Qin Wei. The door was not only connected to the bolt of the stun grenade, but also to the motor.

The chains rattled as the unconscious Dick and Royce were slowly lowered into a tank filled with piranhas.

The clown's plan was perfect; even if Qin Wei regained consciousness, he wouldn't be able to chase after him immediately.

"Honey... I hope... I hope you have fun in my game!"

Rolling down the stairs to the bottom floor, the clown struggled to his feet like a maggot.

He doesn't deserve the title of winner in this game. He originally planned to use the strategy of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, to get the evidence of Maroni's crimes from Qin Wei, but now he hasn't gotten anything and has only gained more injuries.

If he hadn't been forced into this situation, he really wouldn't have wanted to follow the script and cause trouble for that policeman.

"James Gordon, according to the comic book clues, his daughter should be on that plane by now!"