The smoke dissipated and Solomon fell to the ground weakly.

Beidou Assassination Fist is inherited from the ultimate martial arts of the world of "Beidou Fist". Shura Kingdom has been circulating since ancient times and has explored the principles of human meridians. It is the ultimate trick of killing with one blow, which is the martial arts that have been walking on the killing path for thousands of years. If it is to deal with ordinary enemies, Batman will never use the essence of this martial arts; but after a fight, he has already understood the opponent's strength. The opponent is a strong man who has surpassed the realm of mortals and cannot hold back in the struggle between life and death.

"Stand up, or do you have that little strength?"

Batman picked up Solomon who was lying on the ground, and the girl named Gai stood in the corridor more than ten meters away with her arms in her arms, standing in the corridor with a sarcastic smile on her face, which made Bruce Wayne feel a little uneasy.

The "Solomon" in his hand was soft, as if his bones had been completely broken. He raised his hand weakly, grabbed his hair, and then tore off his entire face, revealing the clown's miserable white face. The big red lip gloss painted the ears in one breath, and the green hair was piled up on the top of his head in a mess. In the tiny pupils that were locked like a needle, the turbid topaz color was gradually fading away.

"Congratulations...you...my old friend. This is my last...joke..."

Even a thunder slashed straight from his head would not shock Batman more than he is now. He pressed the broken human body in his hand against the wall and shouted:

"Impossible! This is impossible! In such a short time, it is impossible for you to exchange positions with him...or, you cannot have the power as strong as Solomon! This is not true! This is just another illusion."

In his hands, the clown had already spit out a string of blood foam with internal organ fragments, and a satisfied smile still hung on his face, slowly stopping his heart beating.

"Your Highness Solomon's human body transformation technology is not something you can imagine. There are several ways to make Mr. Clown achieve equal force with His Highness in a short period of time - the sequelae will be very serious, but Mr. Clown insists on cooperating with our plan - we will naturally follow the flow." The mechanical warlock standing in the distance looked at Batman with a slightly gloating expression, who slowly lowered the human body in his hand. The expression was covered under the black mask, but from the perspective of body language, he was already in extreme chaos.

After breaking his own rules with his own hands, Gotham City's last defense also collapsed. In Bruce Wayne's heart, this moment seemed like endless darkness finally swallowing himself. He couldn't help but recall the fist force that had just penetrated into his body, and at that moment he was refreshingly released and the release of destructive power. In this second, he finally realized the last mystery recorded in this martial arts book.

The Joker, the old enemy who had fought with him for unknown lengths, was the first, the longest-lived and cunning enemy, just like the mirror of Batman. He could be regarded as Batman after the fall, using his power and wisdom as he wanted to use his will to merge the world into what he wanted. This apostle of Chaos, the prince of the criminal, finally tasted the taste of death under the fist of his old enemy. In this dark city, countless people would cheer for his death, and countless people would raise their glasses to drink. But only one person would not.

That's Batman.

"Father……"

Damian was the first person present to react. He grew up under the cultivation of the Assassin League. Although he was instilled with his own philosophy by Bruce Wayne, the young boy did not think that killing the Joker was so unacceptable. Although he understood the great significance of this incident to Batman, the boy was thinking about how to stabilize his father's emotions first and then... deal with the corpse.

Batman's son did not want his father to be punished by law for this matter. This was an unquestionable self-defense case. Through Wayne's corporate skills, Damian was sure to smooth it out. The problem was that his father's will was too firm, and many times, this will became a moral shackle that imprisoned himself.

When Gaiqi walked up to try to take the body away, Damian pulled out the stick and clearly showed his attitude with his own actions: "This body is the evidence we are about to hand over to the police station. If nothing is wrong, please leave. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude."

The girl looked at him coldly for a few seconds, then turned around and jumped out of the window, then two streams of flames spewed out from the bottom of her feet and flew towards the distant city of Gotham.

Batman didn't take off his coat either. He just sat on the sofa powerlessly, staring at the corpse of the clown lying on the ground opposite. Damian stood quietly behind his father, silently experiencing his father's mood at this moment.

"Do I need to contact Justice League..."

"No!"

Batman said subconsciously, and his tone was too rough, but he soon realized that his tone was a bit rough. He tried his best to calm his voice and said to his son:

"Damian...you go to Wayne Enterprise now. Do your best to get the company back on operation. I will handle the matter here myself...Don't inform anyone, including Nightwing and the Sage, don't mention this matter to anyone, I will handle it properly."

The boy looked at his father for a while before leaving with great concern. This was the impact of Batman's years of precocious power. The young and precocious little Robin could see that his father was in a very wrong state at this moment.

When Damian left, the room fell into silence.

Batman didn't know what he should do now, and he rushed from every corner to his soul that had been tempered into steel.

He was really confused at this moment.

After sitting for a while, he suddenly remembered Alfred. Finally, he found a temporary target. He immediately ran to the living room. He didn't want to stay with the clown's body at all. He always felt that the next minute, the guy would stand up again and use some inexplicable tricks on himself, such as a brooch that sprayed venom, or something - perhaps this would make him feel better.

Under the influence of the hypnotic gas, Alfred still fell asleep on the ground. Bruce Wayne carefully carried the old man back to his room and settled him down. Then he fell into confusion. The body of the clown in another room was like a time bomb, hanging in his heart, emitting a gloomy atmosphere at all times. It was raining outside the window, and Bruce Wayne found that he was alone again at this moment.

After becoming Batman, he suddenly realized that this was the first time he felt so lonely. There were no friends, no enemies.

He returned to the room, where the battle ended, staring at the corpses on the ground for a long time, with green hair and blue eyes, and the enemy was just a pile of decaying corpses at this moment.

So he picked him up, his body in his arms was as heavy as a stone. He had never imagined that such a day would come. Batman hugged the clown and walked through the corridors of Wayne's mansion. After passing through the doors, his aimless eyes swept through the rows of portraits of his ancestors. The same oil paintings were reflected in the clown's dead and never closed eyes. His whole body was decaying rapidly. The originally chaotic and dirty eyeballs are now made of wax, revealing a gray that only dead people can have.

He walked to the basement door and opened the basement door with double verification of iris and fingerprints, and then an old-fashioned elevator. The panel of this elevator has only two buttons, one up and the other down.

The elevator went down and fell into darkness.

After the darkness, there is the incandescent light of industrial lighting equipment. The heavy water vapor hits the face. This is the underground of Wayne Manor, the Bat Cave, and the mysterious base of Batman. The deep crypt hidden behind the waterfall is inhabited by the dark night field of millions of bats. As Batman walked into the cave, countless groups of bats were walking through the cave like the king who guarded the dark night.

Amid the countless whistling wings, Batman hugged the clown and walked through the magical facilities step by step. Bat fighter, bat motorcycle, bat motorcycle, bat speedboat... The huge server array and operation interface can simulate the training grounds of any scene, placed in rows, with dozens of different models and multiple backups...Black and silver grey, these are the only two colors in this place.

He finally stopped at the highest platform in this crypt, where there were souvenirs collected from many years of career as a police officer. Huge lifelike dinosaur statues, coins taller than humans, and... a giant card two meters high with a strange smile on it carved on it. He stayed here for a long time, immersed in the memories of the past, those days running around in the dark, casting the shadow of bats in the night sky, and putting his figure into infinite size in the dark.

Then he continued to move forward until the end of the cave.

In the guard of the bat group, Batman's black figure stood at the highest point in the cave, and in front of him was the cliff of the bottomless underground river. He stood there for a long time, like a deep gargoyle in the night, staying in the place like a statue. The thick darkness wrapped around him, and he was the dimest among all the black clouds. As time passed, his figure disappeared into the darkness.

"Bye now."

This farewell was so light that no one heard it. Batman threw the clown's body into the dark river and flowed down the water veins underground.

Then he turned and left.

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Chapter completed!