The All-League of Legends Starts From the Heavens Chapter 82

The Joker now feels that he is very, very, very wronged.

Obviously she hasn't done anything yet, so why did this woman die?

He just wanted to find a handy surgical instrument in the tray, but without looking at her, there was a syringe stuck in her neck.

He was so frightened that he quickly pulled it out, but he was helpless.

The syringe was empty now, and the unknown liquid had been injected into Rachel's body long ago.

The deadly toxin began to take effect, and purple-black blood vessels appeared from the skin, making her look a little hideous.

Seeing this, the clown thumped his chest and felt regretful. In fact, he just noticed the robotic arm fixed by the bedside and the syringe installed on it.

The reason for rummaging through the tray is to find the remote that controls it.

But who knows, the remote control is actually in this woman's hands.

"It's so boring, you committed suicide, it has nothing to do with me." The villain spoke impatiently to the corpse, and at the same time threw the syringe on the ground.

The sound of glass breaking sounded, and at the same time there was a rush of footsteps.

"Huh?" The clown noticed something was wrong, and immediately turned to look at the door.

The black figure of Batman suddenly appeared. After shouting his name, he raised his fist and rushed over.

"I didn't do it, listen to my explanation!" The clown felt that his old rival, who had been in love with each other for a long time, was obviously wrong today, and it wasn't just the woman on the bed.

So, he hurriedly mentioned it, trying to avoid the upcoming attack.

As for Bruce, he didn't intend to have any communication with this villain at all. He should have been exhausted, but now he can't see a trace of fatigue. His movements are quick and quick, and his hands are heavy and brutal.

Batman, who used to be calm in the past, disappeared at this moment, and his red eyes flashed, a madness that even the Joker feared.

The poisonous gas of fear took effect in his body, and the past events he was most reluctant to recall flooded into his mind one by one.

In a trance, Bruce saw Chief Gordon in a miserable state before his death; saw Harvey, who was forced to put his hand into the strong acid pool and was disfigured; and even saw the woman he loved, wearing a purple-blue The face was smiling at him.

Countless dead Gotham police officers emerged from the ground, grabbed his feet, and questioned Bruce why he didn't save them.

The last trace of reason left told him that everything in front of him was an illusion.

But the monstrous anger completely ignited his killing intent.

I saw that Batman punched the Joker hard in the face, and before the other party got up from the ground, he picked up and beat him violently.

Every move went straight to the front, and every blow was filled with hatred.

The whirring and windy fists were vented on the clown, wishing to peel it off and cramp.

The crazy Bruce has lost his weight long ago, and the oath not to kill was completely drowned in the depths of his mind by hatred.

The Joker, who was not good at force at first, was beaten and was powerless to fight back. At this time, he also understood that Batman would beat him to death here.

Although he was unwilling, he was powerless. Perhaps this was his destiny.

However, thinking that he could break Batman's biggest vow before he died, a smug smile appeared on the Joker's face.

His smile was understood by Bruce as a mockery.

Pale and disgusting face, two worm-like scars around his mouth, and messy green hair.

Every point was stimulating Bruce. He pressed the opponent down under him, and the strength in his hand became heavier and heavier.

After five full minutes, the crazy Batman finally stopped.

He gasped and stood up from his opponent. The pair of iron fists that had saved countless people were dyed red and dripping blood.

And the clown has been dead for a long time, his flesh and blood are blurred, his head is severely deformed, and he is soaked in blood water like mud.

At this moment, the smoke alarm on the ceiling suddenly made a harsh chirping.

The automatic fire sprinkler was activated, and water mist was continuously poured around, and the room was completely wet in an instant.

The cold water finally extinguished the anger in Batman's heart, and the effect of the fear gas began to weaken.

He looked at the unbelievable corpse on the ground and understood what he had done just now.

But Bruce really didn't have the strength to feel sorry for himself now. He staggered to the hospital bed, wrapped Rachel with the black cloak behind him, and walked out the door step by step with her in his arms.

But before taking a few steps, his body reached the limit, and his foot fell softly to the ground, and then he fell into a coma.

"what!!!!"

Harvey Dante shouted and woke up from a nightmare.

In the dream, even though he paid such a huge price, Rachel couldn't save him.

This made him very uneasy.

But soon, the pain in his body made him have no time to think about it.

The phone has been hung up, and Harvey can finally mourn as much as he can to vent the pain he has endured.

He kept rolling on the ground, begging the cold ground to ease the pain a little.

Even if only a little.

As a result, in the next second, a ray of light shone on Harvey's face like a ghost.

Looking along the light, I found that the gate that was closed was opened at some point.

He got up from the ground excitedly and ran to the door. Although he trembled with every step he took, he was reluctant to slow down.

After passing through the gate, an upward staircase appeared in front of him.

The light came from here, and he seemed to be saved...

Harvey ran up and down the stairs, and suddenly found something on the steps, shining brightly under the sunlight.

Ghostly, he bent over to pick it up, pinched it in his hand, and observed it.

"It turned out to be another Gotham commemorative coin, but I don't know if it was the one I lost."

He murmured to himself ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the feeling of being lost and found, diluting the haze in Harvey's heart.

But when he flipped the coin to the other side, he suddenly couldn't help laughing.

The side with a portrait, was deliberately corroded with acid beyond recognition.

Just like him.

"Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne?"

"Wake up, we finally meet again."

The awakened Batman opened his heavy eyelids with difficulty, and the scene in front of him slowly changed from blur to clear.

He saw the man named Graves calling his name.

He dragged his heavy body, tried his best to get up from the ground, and then shook his head, which was still a little dizzy.

Where am I? What about Rachel?

Bruce looked around for Rachel's whereabouts, and at the same time saw where he was at this time.

He seems to be standing on a crude boxing ring now.

Not far from the opposite side, is the **** Arkham fugitive, and under the ring is the crowd of spectators, and the flashing lights.

The reactor was dressed up as a trophy and placed on a high platform.

Raising his hand to block the dazzling light above his head, Bruce barely controlled his body and stopped shaking.

At this moment, a man with a microphone walked onto the ring, stood between him and Graves, and shouted passionately to the audience:

"Welcome all Arkham brothers and sisters, as well as these media friends from afar!"

"Next, we will witness a much-anticipated battle of the century."

"By Batman Bruce Wayne."

"Fight against—!"

"Extrajudicial fanatic, Maxim Graves!!!"

Chapter end

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