"Monster! A monster!"

  "Run! Hurry up and run!"

  It wasn't until Killer Croc had already killed several of the Maroni family thugs that the ordinary patrons finally so their senses.

  The crowd surged, trampling over one another in a desperate rush to escape through the door, but it was pletely blocked, and they couldn’t move forward even an inch.

  "Who’s blog the door?! Move! Help!"

  Killer Croc didn’t target the regur ers—his focus was solely on the Maroni thugs who had armed themselves.

  Even so, his massive frame wreaked havoc as he attacked in the cramped bar, iably causing colteral damage to those nearby. This only deepehe fear in the minds of the patrons.

  In fact, the people he door were trapped, uo move. It wasn’t that they weren’t trying to escape or that they didn’t value their lives—it was that the door was blocked.

  With grayish-white skin and an overwhelming stench emanating from his body, the figure standing at the door was immovable. No matter how much the patrons pushed, they couldn’t budge him an inch.

  It was Solomon Grundy, who, as Killer Croc wreaked havoside, had positioned himself at the door, cutting off any escape.

  "Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday..."

  Still murmuring that same line, Solomon stood motionless, until someoly tapped his shoulder twice.

  "Alright, Solomohese people out. The audience shouldn’t be on stage."

  The one speaking was Reid, still in Joker's appearance, a face that made everyone recall the ret news in Gotham.

  "Joker?"

  "That's right, it's the madman Joker!"

  "We're doomed! We're all going to die!!!"

  This wasn’t the sed time Reid had carried out such a scheme. In just two days, he, apanied by Killer Crod Solomon, had visited numerous mob-run bars and os, where they began their sughter.

  Even though Reid had instructed Killer Crod Solomon to avoid harming ordinary people, in situations like today, colteral damage was unavoidable ohe fighting began.

  The two he brought along—Killer Crod Solomohose kinds e characters rarely remembered even in fanfi, the ohat system didn’t bother creating character cards for.

  They weren’t Superman or Wonder Woman, who could somehow avoid even the slightest actal injury.

  Upon Reid’s and, Solomon slowly stepped aside. The patrons who had been blocked by him showed no gratitude toward the Joker. Each of them desperately seized the opportunity to escape, pushing past Reid’s frame as they scrambled toward the street.

  Reid didn’t tio py the role of the Joker at this point because there was no point. Simply causing chaos and sughter wasn’t the Joker's way. Besides, sihe Joker was a unique character card that had already reached its limit, killing these people served no purpose in his pns.

  On the trary, allowing them to live would better spread the terror of the Joker across Gotham.

  However, while these unimportant ers could be spared, some people could not.

  The group of police officers who had onbsp;"sold" Gordon were at the back of the crowd. Just whehought they could safely escape the bar, the officer at the front suddenly stopped.

  "Are you crazy? Move, now!!!"

  The others immediately shouted, but the officer in front didn’t move. When they looked up, they saw the Joker smiling at them.

  The officer stopped not because Solomon had caught him, but because the Joker had shoved the barrel of a gun into his mouth.

  "No, no... you’re important actors. You ’t leave like the audience."

  The police officers trembled and rying to retreat bato the bar.

  Sihe Joker wouldn’t let them leave, they had no choice but to stay. Retreating into the bar might meah, but charging forward...

  Looking at the t Solomon, they all khat charging toward him would certainly meah.

  But the Joker, of course, didn’t act acc to their logic.

  They thought that if they obeyed the Joker, he wouldn’t attack, but ironically, the Joker loved nothing more than dang on people’s on sense and worldview.

  As soon as he noticed their iion to retreat, Reid decisively pulled the trigger.

  Bang!

  The specially-made pistol was extremely powerful, and the police officer’s head was instantly bloart. Brain matter mixed with blood spttered onto the others.

  For a moment, they were stunned, but when they saw Solomon absently swipe a bit of brain matter and shove it into his mouth, their sanity pletely shattered.

  "Ah!!!"

  "Help! Help me!!!"

  "Someone save me! Captain Gordon, please e and save me!!"

  They may still have some remnants of rationality, enough to realize that in Gotham, the only person who might lend a hand was the officer they once despised—Captain Gordon. In the entire New York Police Department, only Gordon would respond to crimes without hesitation.

  The remaining three officers trembled as they backed away, oripping over a table and crashing to the ground, shattering the gss tabletop in the process.

  But before he could get up, the Joker leapt over him.

  Just as he thought he had been spared, Solomon, pletely ign his preseomped on his head, crushing it instantly.

  Another officer, retreating to the ter, stared at the gruesome deaths of his panions and the blood-soaked floor.

  His eyes also caught sight of the Killer Croc, who had finished sughtering the Maroni thugs and was now chewing on a severed limb, sav it with grotesque enjoyment.

  His will to survive pletely vanished. He shattered the bottle on the ter and used the shards of gss to slit his own throat.

  At this point, only the st police officer remairembling as he sat in a chair at the ter, slowly surrounded by the three men.

  "Joker, do you wao eat him?"

  Although fear still lingered in Killer Crobsp;eyes when he looked at the Joker, he couldn't deny that his life had improved greatly since joining him. He had gotteo following the Joker's orders, even willingly helping him when needed.

  "No need for such trouble." Reid smiled. "I want to eain him.”

  With a grin, Reid gave no further expnation, motioning for Killer Crod Solomon to step aside. He then pulled out a brightly paioy gun.

  "Officer William, right?"

  "Y-yes, yes... What do you need? I may not hold a high position in the department, but I get any information you need." the offibsp;stammered.

  Red didn't care for William's attempt to ingratiate himself. The Gotham Police Department's database? Before Batman arrived, the Gotham Police Department's records were nowhere near as useful as Wayne Manor's.

  "No, no, no, you misuood, Mr. William." Reid said, shaking his head. "What I want isn't your police department's data or your loyalty... It's your demise.”

  With that, Reid pulled out a clear magazine filled with dy, loading it into the toy guhen shoved the barrel directly into William's mouth, f it deep into his throat.

  "Life’s just like dy, Officer William—bright, sweet, and gone in a sie. Let’s savor this moment together, shall we?"

  In William's terrified gaze, Reid smiled and pulled the trigger.

  "Hahahahaha!!!"

  This night was as chaotic as it was insane.

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