Super Detective in the Fictional World

By the time Selena sent the message, Ben and his partner had been playing each other at the Life Foundation research building for some time.

There are not only the Dark Knights and Joker characters present, but also Carlton, the tool man.

There is also a huge crowd of free photographers + live commentary around - more than twenty famous San Francisco TV puppies.

And as he deliberately suppresses the rhythm of battle, the number of paparazzi is growing rapidly.

By the end of the show, more than a hundred paparazzi reporters will be present, enough to complete the ground-space collaboration and shoot 360 degrees without a dead end.

joker and knight stand on two lonely weight-bearing columns confronting each other at the top of a fenced wall on more than ten floors.

This is a suburb, of course, with no lights.

But free photographers bring their own lights, and several helicopters in the sky take turns projecting searchlights across the body to make sure the light stays close to both of them.

What, Carlton, who was caught by Joker, is also human? I'm sorry, but he's a tool, and nobody's going to take this virus and almost destroy the world as a bad guy.

The Dark Knight and Joker, like two kings, stand in their own apertures.

At this moment, the Dark Knight's broken cape flies gently behind his back, and the armor also has several obvious depressions, one lens crack is scattered, and the blue light on the lens is intermittent, but his figure is still pulled out.

joker maintained the slight bow forward, purple suit dust everywhere, white face also a little gray, blood dripping from time to time on the big mouth of blood, the pair of black eyes concave still heartfelt.

He grabbed Carlton's neck with his hands and let the president hang his body in his hand, revealing a classic smile on his evil face: "Mr. Knight, let's play a little game now. If you cut off one of your arms, I won't cut off one of his arms, okay? ”

The Dark Knight, as the first person to play cosplay, is certainly very engaged.

So he doesn't have any answers, and rushing over is a jio.

One of Carlton's arms broke.

A woman reporter shouted softly and excitedly: "Come on, knight, kill all the bad guys. ”

The photographer behind her didn't even go to see her favorite giant arc of the past, even though it's now twisting a meter away.

This photographer is not dark knight's powder, but... powder.

Because knights don't need any face value, they just need to be as invincible as Batman.

What's that joker trying to stall with Carlton? That's ridiculous!

Joker just blew up a bunch of this guy's black stuff himself.

Carlton was the first guy to trick homeless people into dangerous drug experiments, then grab homeless people for more horrible live experiments, and more recently, try to bring them directly back from the outer planet to supervirus research.

This is fucking worse than joker!

At least Joker's bad is straight and straightforward, and he looks a little handsome? The photographer shook his head in a hurry to get rid of this dangerous idea.

But it has an intuitive memory in its heart -- that joker is strong.

It's not that the photographer is blind, it's that Joker just fought the Dark Knight for 20 minutes and has destroyed half the building.

Until then, the puppies who had received Joker's self-destruct knew they could witness the wonder of "manual demolition”.

Well... a fat green guy doesn't count, and that guy's cross section is more than five times bigger than joker's.

More importantly, green fat doesn't have joker handsome!

The battle began again as President Carlton broke another limb.

One black, one purple and two human shadows broke through the building again, pulled out a residue in the floor and killed him violently.

Buildings shattered, helicopters buzzing around couldn't stop Joker from laughing wildly: "Ha-ha-ha, Carlton's dying, Mr. Knight. Geez, he took another punch at you, and the poor bird slapped him. Hey, his sternum's cracked. It's horrible. ”

Many journalists bite their teeth: vile! Joker uses Carlton's body to block the Dark Knight's fists and feet.

Obviously, the Dark Knight suffered greatly from the principle of non-killing.

On several occasions, Joker blocked the attack with Carlton and then beat the knight off.

This guy is a monster! It is completely unscientific to even destroy some of the armor by relying on your body to resist it.

Boom! Boom!

In a violent shattering sound, it just became the eleventh floor of the top floor of the research building, collapsing again into a large hole.

The shadows swung out more than 20 meters apart, standing on both sides of this big hole.

The Dark Knight cape is gone, joker is covered in blood, and one arm and chest is deformed abnormally.

Won? The journalists thought so in their hearts, but dared not draw conclusions.

This joker is so strong, it just excited them... ah no, it was a lot of disappointment.

Sure enough, Joker's deformed hand still carries Carlton.

He didn't seem to feel the pain, so he carried Carlton in front of him and measured him, shaking his head with regret: "This is dying, you don't even seem qualified to be a bad guy. ”

As he threw it, Carlton fell 11 stories high.

The Dark Knight flashed and a rope dart flew towards Carlton, trying to save him.

Joker seemed to have anticipated everything, and the figure jumped out, grabbing the rope dart, wrapping it around quickly with his arms, and closing the distance between the two sides.

There was a loud bang, and then a series of bangs and bangs hit two people in one place, adding up their fists and feet and falling into a broken research building.

Carlton, the tool man, fell, went, banged on a piece of cement and turned into a twisted human form.

A few seconds later, the purple shadow broke through a wall and rushed out.

In front of everyone, Joker's figure jumped a few times, hiding in the dark: "Ha ha ha ha, have fun tonight. Lucky audience, accept my little gift - the beloved pumpkin. ”

Journalists had never returned to God, and the sky was filled with orange, yellow pumpkin-shaped objects.

Boom! Boom!

In a series of explosions, the pumpkin incendiary bomb formed a huge ring of fire that surrounded more than a dozen journalists in the centre, and the flame spread a little towards the centre.

They made a terrified cry for help.

Suddenly, no one dared to rush into the fire.

The shadow flashed in the building and the Dark Knight rushed out, shooting several small black cylinders into the fire ring, quickly suppressing a certain flame in the circle.

“Come out," he said, entering the ring himself, catching a few frightened female journalists and throwing them out of the ring.

Bang bang, five or six female journalists were thrown on the grass, painful but unharmed.

Those photographers were much stronger and bolder, and they jumped out in a few steps.

Without such good stature, why are they carrying dozens of kilos and dozens of kilos of equipment to rob the news?

More than a dozen people escaped less than ten seconds ago, and the fire circle was filled with flames again, and even the gap that had just been suppressed disappeared.