Gordon's eyes revealed endless despair and rage, but he was powerless to resist his fate.

Seconds later, he fell from the high platform and died in the street.

The crowd gathered below looked at Gordon's body, and doubts arose in their hearts once more...

"Were we wrong?" "Was Gordon... a liar after all?" "The power of the Bat-God is real!" "We were fooled by the Joker!"

This group, which had just been shouting to overthrow the Bat, quickly wavered.

In the world of American comics, there is always such a group of people, shouting today to kill all mutants, tomorrow demanding that superheroes reveal their identities, but the day after tomorrow cheering for those freaks.

Do they really have faith? No... they don't, they don't even have a stance. Hypocrisy, reality, stupidity, rationality... these are intertwined to form such a group of people. In the end, what sways them is nothing more than—reality.

As a certain movie said—"Whoever wins, they help."

Feng Bujue understood this very well...

"Hahahaha..." A burst of maniacal laughter rang out, and the next second, Feng Bujue (the Joker) appeared once again on all the big screens in the city, "You deformed Bat-guy, you really are ruthless..."

"What's going on..." the_Bruce immediately whispered into the communicator near his mouth, "How could he appear on the screen?"

"This... we don't know, sir," an operator in the command center replied on the communication channel, "We haven't sent any video signals externally."

"Tch..." the_Bruce spat, "Then hurry up and find a way to stop him!"

"We're already trying... but..." the same voice replied, "...it's not working." He paused, "No matter what method he used to invade the system, his authority is higher than ours now..."

Hearing this, the_Bruce's expression changed drastically. He instantly had the answer in his mind: "Kleeber..." he gritted his teeth, "Damn it... I should have thought of that sooner."

"Hmph..." On the big screen, Jue-Ge's words continued, "Do you really think that killing Gordon and pushing all the blame onto him will allow you to regain your throne?" He raised his voice, "And you... a bunch of brainless fools! You've watched him do this show countless times in the past few decades, so is there anything different this time...?"

"He's right!" "Gordon's death doesn't mean anything." "Liar!" "Accept judgment!"

Watching the crowd's attitude change again, the_Bruce was truly furious.

Now, he only had one way left.

"All of you, shut up!" the_Bruce stood on the edge of the high platform, waved his arm, and unfurled his cape, roaring furiously through the sonic device on his combat armor.

The sound waves spread out, coupled with his kingly aura, instantly silencing the square outside the Bat Castle.

"You want my blood, do you?" the_Bruce looked down at this kingdom he had ruled for many years, looking at those ignorant, greedy subjects, and said a very imposing sentence, "Then come and take it yourselves!" As he spoke, he took a step forward and jumped off the high platform.

Black bat wings spread out in the air, and the shadow of the Bat fell swiftly.

At this moment, the group of people standing below instinctively retreated... because they finally realized that even if the_Bruce was not a god, he was a qualified, undisputed killing machine.

Bang—

With a resounding crash, a spiderweb-like pattern of cracks exploded on the concrete ground.

The King of Gotham landed on his feet, carving out a circular area in the dense crowd. No one dared to approach the place where he stood.

"Come on..." the_Bruce stood proudly and said coldly, "I'm standing right in front of you, do you not even have the courage to raise your weapons against me?"

Before he finished speaking, someone actually fired a gun.

This is the characteristic of firearms. Killing with a gun and killing with a cold weapon are two completely different concepts... Perhaps no one dared to go up and fight Bruce, but that didn't mean they wouldn't dare to shoot.

After the first gunshot, there would naturally be a second, and a third...

A few seconds later, some civilians who were closer to the_Bruce and possessed weapons began to shoot at him in succession.

However...

Protected by the combat armor, the_Bruce stood firmly on the spot, unmoving.

The bullets that hit him deflected and ricocheted, flying along with those that missed, towards the surrounding crowd.

After a burst of chaotic gunfire, there were screams, wails, and angry roars...

Blood did flow to the ground, but not a single drop came from the King of Gotham. On the contrary, those who surrounded him fell in droves.

"To question my divinity is the greatest mistake you have ever made..." the_Bruce said as he slowly walked forward, "I will personally judge you and make you remember—the only truth in this city."

"Is this your plan? What is this? Bat Musou?" Feng Bujue on the big screen then interjected in a mocking tone, "Using extreme violence to spread fear, and rebuilding the foundation of faith on the basis of fear, hehehe... that's really ugly, and extremely boring."

"Are you even worthy to say such things to me?" the_Bruce knew that the "Joker" could hear him, so he directly raised his head and replied, "Aren't you spreading fear too?"

"Yes." Feng Bujue responded as expected, "But my purpose is different from yours. I don't want to rule anyone... hehehe... I just want to make the people here understand some basic principles."

"Principles?" the_Bruce sneered, "Hmph... in my opinion, the only thing you can teach others is anarchism..."

"Many years ago..." Jue-Ge interrupted the other party, adopting a solemn tone, "In this city, there were indeed many people whom you regarded as lunatics... These mad antisocials and anarchists were called super-criminals by you." He shook his head slightly, "And I would like to reiterate—I, the Joker, am different from them..."

As he spoke, a sudden change occurred.

"Look!" "Oh! My God! That's..." "It's the Bat!" "It's a new god! A new god has descended!"

There was a commotion in the crowd, because they saw another person wearing a Bat suit and a Bat cape... flying in from the air.

"Hmm?" the_Bruce looked up and murmured, "Collins, huh... ha... I knew you'd come."

Although Joey was wearing a Bat mask, Bruce recognized him at a glance. Because Bruce's combat armor had very advanced facial recognition capabilities. As long as the armor's system had the corresponding character data and the thermal induction system was functioning normally, ordinary facial disguises were useless.

"You've come at the right time!" As the_Bruce spoke, he raised his left arm and shot a bright yellow laser beam towards Collins in the air, "Die!"

Joey reacted quickly. He pulled his cape, turned and spun diagonally in the air, barely avoiding the attack, and landed ten meters in front of Bruce.

The surrounding crowd retreated like a tide. Clearly... they wanted these two "Bat Gods" to solve the problem themselves.

"Are you ready to fight someone stronger?" Joey stood still, folded his cape to cover his body, and confronted Bruce.

"You're very clever, you even know how to use your cape to conceal your attack intentions," the_Bruce said, "Unfortunately... in front of me, these tricks are meaningless." These words were not a bluff. At this moment, he had already seen the other party's movements of taking something from his utility belt through thermal imaging.

"Today is your doom! Bruce!" Joey shouted and threw a Batarang.

"Hehe..." the_Bruce sneered, responding with a Batarang as well. Although he was a beat slower than the other party, his Batarang arrived first, successfully deflecting Joey's and continuing to attack forward.

Helpless, Joey could only roll sideways and rely on the wall to dodge. As the Batarang passed by his side, he also shouted, "Your armor can't protect you forever!"

"But it's working pretty well right now, isn't it?" the_Bruce replied nonchalantly, "Hmph... Collins, use all your skills, I'm just waiting for an opponent like you." His eyes were full of excitement, "Come on! Kill me, and you'll be the new god!"

"Don't think I'm the same as you..." Joey stepped forward quickly and kicked out, "I don't want to be any god, I want to be—Batman!"

Ka—

Joey's flying kick hit the_Bruce's jaw. This part was not protected by armor. The strong impact also caused a slight concussion, which made Bruce stagger backwards involuntarily.

"This is impossible..." the_Bruce was shocked after receiving the blow, "How could his power be so strong? This is definitely not something an ordinary human can do."

"You must be very strange, right? Bruce..." Feng Bujue's mocking face spoke again through the big screen, "You must be thinking, with your modified body and super combat armor, how could you lose to an ordinary person wearing an ordinary Bat suit and relying on his own fists and feet." He paused for two seconds, as if preparing to say the answer, but...

"Hahaha... I won't tell you why!" Jue-Ge laughed, spread his arms, and turned around in front of the camera, "You can slowly figure it out! Hahaha..." Then, he cut off the video signal.

…………

At the same time, in the Batcave.

"Have you had enough fun?" Ruoyu said to Jue-Ge, who had not yet finished smiling.

"Eh? Why don't you call me Pudding anymore?" Feng Bujue smiled.

"I'm now very suspicious..." Ruoyu continued, "...whether it was necessary to call you that a few times earlier..."

"Of course it was, I said... it's to maintain the character image." Feng Bujue said, "It's definitely not me wanting to take advantage of you for personal gain or anything."

Ruoyu glared at Jue-Ge with an icy expression and replied, "Feng Bujue, you should be glad you are Feng Bujue."

"Hmm? What do you mean by that?" Jue-Ge asked doubtfully.

"Team leader, you're too dense," Xiao Ling interjected from the side, "Don't you understand what she's saying?"

"Jue-Ge has always been pretty much like that in this regard..." Xiao Tan, who was helping Dr. Kleeber move heavy objects, also chimed in at this time, "But Sister Yu's words seem to be a bit like that too..."

"Oh!" Feng Bujue suddenly showed a look of realization, "I understand!" He turned to Ruoyu and said, "You mean you wouldn't be so polite to anyone else, right? Hehe..."

Ruoyu sighed softly, "Alas... I'll just report you for sexual harassment when I have time, it feels like it would be quite interesting."

"I say... you guys." At this moment, Kleeber suddenly spoke up. He didn't show much surprise at the content of the conversation between these "aliens," but calmly said, "I have to remind you that even if Joey injects diluted Bane's Venom, his chances of defeating the_Bruce are still slim." He took a puff of smoke, "Fuu—don't forget... the combat armor I created has a fundamental difference in design philosophy from Bruce Wayne's work. What I make are killing weapons."

"Don't worry, Doctor, I won't let Joey die." Feng Bujue replied with a profound expression, "But... the test for him has only just begun."