Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 1773 - Battle, Tool, and Little Pumpkins of Love

Chapter 1773: Battle, Tool, and Little Pumpkins of Love

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When Selina sent the message, Luke and his clone had already been acting for a while at the Life Foundation’s research building.

At that moment, it wasn’t just the Dark Knight and the Joker who were present, but also Carlton, the tool.

There were also a lot of enthusiastic cameramen and commentators around — more than 20 famous San Francisco TV paparazzi.

Also, as Luke deliberately suppressed the momentum of the battle, the number of paparazzi continued to increase rapidly.

By the time this performance was over, there would be more than 100 paparazzi present, enough to film everything from every angle.

The Joker and Knight each stood on a lone pillar as they faced each other above crumbling walls a dozen stories high.

They were in the outskirts, and there were no lights here.

But the cameramen had their own lights, and the searchlights of the helicopters in the sky ensured that the area around them was always lit.

What? Carlton, who was in the Joker’s hands, was also a human being? Sorry, he was just a tool. Nobody treated this b*stard who researched viruses and had almost destroyed the world as human.

The Dark Knight and the Joker were like two kings standing in their respective limelights.

At that moment, the Dark Knight’s damaged cape fluttered behind him, and his armor was clearly dented. One of his lenses was cracked, the blue light spluttering, but he was still upright.

The Joker was bent forward slightly. His purple suit was covered in dust, and his white face was a little gray. Blood dripped from his mouth every now and then, but his sunken black eyes were still as eerie as ever.

He grabbed Carlton’s neck so that the CEO dangled from one hand. He gave his trademark smile. “Mr. Knight, let’s play a little game. If you cut off one of your arms, I won’t cut off one of his. How does that sound?”

The Dark Knight was naturally very dedicated to his position as the number one Batman cosplayer.

So, he didn’t answer, and simply charged forward.

Crack! One of Carlton’s arms was broken.

A female reporter shouted excitedly, “Attack, Knight. Kill all the bad guys.”

The cameraman behind her wasn’t a fan of the Dark Knight’s appearance, but of strength.

The Dark Knight didn’t need looks at all; he just needed to be invincible, like Batman.

That Joker or whatever was using Carlton to buy time? What a joke!

Just now, the Joker had exposed a lot of dirt on this guy.

In the beginning, Carlton tricked homeless people into doing dangerous drug experiments. Then, he caught them outright for even more terrifying live experiments. Recently, he even tried to bring a super virus back from another planet for research.

He deserved to die even more than the Joker!

At the very least, the Joker was straightforward and open. He also looked a little cool? The cameraman trembled and quickly shook his head to get rid of this dangerous thought.

But he already had an impression of how strong the Joker was.

This wasn’t a blind thought – the 20-minute battle between the Joker and the Dark Knight earlier had taken down half a building.

The paparazzi who had rushed over after receiving news that the Joker had appeared didn’t know that they would be witnessing a bare-handed building demolition.

After CEO Carlton broke another limb, the battle resumed once more.

Two figures, one black and one purple, fought their way fiercely through the building once more.

The sound of the building breaking apart and the drone of the helicopters couldn’t drown out the Joker’s wild laughter. “Hahahaha, Carlton is going to die, Mr. Knight. Ah, you punched him again. Ah, his ribs are broken. How scary.”

Many reporters gnashed their teeth. Despicable! The Joker was actually using Carlton’s body to block the Dark Knight’s punches and kicks.

It was clear that the Dark Knight was suffering because of his no-killing rule.

Several times, the Joker used Carlton to block attacks before he sent Knight flying.

This guy was simply a monster! He could actually withstand and even destroy part of the armor. That didn’t make sense at all.

Boom!

With a violent rumble, the 11th floor, which had become the top floor of the research building earlier, collapsed.

Two figures dashed out and stood on either side of the hole at a distance of 20 meters.

The Dark Knight’s cape was gone and the Joker’s face was covered in blood, while one of his arms and his chest looked abnormally out of shape.

Did the Dark Knight win? The reporters had the thought, but they didn’t dare jump to conclusions.

This Joker was too strong. They had already been fired up… no, been disappointed many times.

Sure enough, the Joker was still holding Carlton in his other hand.

He didn’t seem to feel any pain as he picked up Carlton and shook his head regretfully. “You’re dying? It seems you’re not even qualified to be a bad guy.”

With that, he threw Carlton down from the 11th floor.

The Dark Knight’s figure flashed, and a rope dart flew at Carlton to save him.

As if he had already seen it coming, the Joker jumped out and grabbed the rope dart, quickly winding it around his arm to close the distance.

With a loud bang, the two crashed into each other and fell into the broken research building.

Just like that, Carlton fell down, down, and smashed into the concrete with a bang, turning into a twisted human figure.

Several seconds later, the purple figure broke through a wall and charged out.

Under everyone’s gazes, the Joker jumped and disappeared into the darkness. “Hahahaha, I had a lot of fun tonight. Lucky audience, accept my little gift — little pumpkins of love.”

Before the reporters could come back to their senses, they were showered with little orange pumpkin-like objects.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With a series of explosions, the pumpkin incendiary grenades formed a huge ring of fire that surrounded a dozen or so reporters in the center. The flames spread inward.

The reporters screamed for help in fear.

It happened so suddenly that nobody dared to charge into the fire.

A shadow flashed inside the building, and the Dark Knight charged out. Several black cylinders shot out to quickly suppress the flames and create a gap in the ring of fire.

“Come out,” he said as he entered the ring of fire himself. He grabbed a few terrified female reporters and threw them out.

Five or six female reporters were thrown onto the grass. Their bodies hurt, but they weren’t injured.

The cameramen were much stronger and braver. They rushed out themselves.

Without such physiques, how could they carry equipment that weighed more than ten kilograms?

Less than ten seconds after the dozen people escaped, the ring of fire flared up again, and even the earlier gap in the ring disappeared.