"Don't shoot!" Gordon was the first to raise his hands, shouting, "We don't have any weapons!"

"I know." Feng Bujue said, casually placing the submachine gun in his hand on a nearby console. "But I do..." Before he finished speaking, he took out three hand grenades from his pocket. "...and I have plenty."

"You... what do you want..." Gordon's face paled, his eyes fixed on the grenades in Jue-ge's hand.

"Yeah... what do I want..." Feng Bujue repeated, then, like a juggler, tossed the three grenades from hand to hand.

"Ha..." Ruo Yu sighed beside him, but she said nothing, letting Jue-ge continue his antics.

"Aha! I've got it!" Feng Bujue said, catching two grenades with one hand, and raising his index finger to the side of his face with a sudden flash of inspiration.

The instant he raised that finger, he threw the third grenade out.

"Oh! God!" Gordon exclaimed, horrified. He leaped forward and caught the grenade with a fielder's dive.

"Nice catch, 'Commissioner Gordon'." Feng Bujue looked at Gordon on the ground and smiled, his words full of obvious sarcasm, especially when he said "Commissioner Gordon."

"You madman!" Gordon yelled, sweating profusely, "You'll be blown up too!"

"But I'm alive and well, aren't I?" Feng Bujue retorted.

With that, he stuffed the two grenades back into his jacket pocket, and then pulled out the pearl-handled pistol.

"Some things in this world can be controlled," Jue-ge said, holding the gun to his chin, "and some cannot."

*Click*

He pulled the trigger without hesitation, with the clown's signature smile on his face.

The instant he pulled the trigger, everyone in the room except Ruo Yu and Jue-ge flinched slightly.

"Hahaha..." Feng Bujue laughed as he squatted down, looking closely at Gordon. "Just now you must have thought... brains would splatter, right?" He paused. "That's right... this is the gun you gave me, with only one bullet in it."

As he spoke, Jue-ge's gun pointed at Gordon's brow. "You thought you had everything under control, that I couldn't escape that car..."

"No... don't..." Gordon began to beg, because he really didn't know what this crazy man would do.

"...even if I managed to escape that car, I would only have one bullet," Feng Bujue continued. "Under these conditions, two or three thugs could take me out... heh heh heh... that's what you thought, right?" As he said this, he pushed the gun forward a little more. "You talk about everyone having a chance... as if the world is equal, and anyone can become the god of Gotham..."

Gordon was so frightened that he was speechless, shaking like a sieve, his face covered in sweat.

"But what's the reality?" Feng Bujue continued his twisted view of the world. "Everything is controlled by people... this show... heh... isn't it too boring?" He laughed maniacally twice, and pulled the trigger again.

The gun didn't fire; this shot still had no bullet. But Gordon was so frightened that he passed out.

"Excuse me, young man over there." Feng Bujue stood up, put away the pistol, and picked up the two submachine guns again. "Help me connect to the city's big screens." He turned to Ruo Yu and said, "Honey, can you put the headset on for me?"

Ruo Yu responded to Jue-ge with an icy look. This expression, on Harley Quinn's smoky face, was quite frightening. "Okay~ Pudding..." She drawled, finishing the sentence reluctantly, and stepped forward, freeing one hand to take the headset off the unconscious Gordon and put it on Jue-ge's head.

Their lines weren't a problem; they were very in line with the Joker and Harley Quinn's settings, but the way they expressed them... felt very strange.

"Can't you understand what I'm saying?" Feng Bujue asked after putting on the headset. Seeing that the staff member who was being pointed at with the gun still didn't move, only looking at him with terrified eyes, he immediately got angry (pretended to be).

"Do as he says." Dr. Clipper said at this moment. He was still smoking with a sneer on his face, looking very calm.

The staff member was originally afraid that the_Bruce would hold him accountable afterward, and that he would die even more miserably. Hearing Clipper speak, he immediately felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He quickly turned around and connected the video signal in the room to the city's big screens.

"Uh... you can just stand in front of the main screen." The staff member said tremblingly.

"Thanks." Feng Bujue replied, and casually fired a shot.

However, he didn't aim; he just fired a few shots randomly under the man's seat. As a result, the other man jumped up in fright, then fell back to the ground, screaming hysterically.

At the same time, on all the "legal" screens in Gotham, a man in a purple long suit, with pale skin and a grinning smile on his face, appeared.

The citizens naturally recognized the image... Every year, the_Bruce would leave "the Joker" to be executed last. This was the custom. Because the Joker was a special character, the terror he brought to people, and his influence, were unmatched by other villains.

"What's going on?" "Oh my God! He's in the Batcave!" "First the Bat-God's plane was shot down, then the Joker symbol in the sky, and now this... what's going on?"

The people began to talk. They were always like this: some praised, some criticized; some believed, some questioned; some were firm, some panicked.

"Many people believe... that this is an equal world, and that people who live in this world can have everything as long as they work hard to get it." Feng Bujue's speech began. "But in fact... this world is hierarchical. This is true in any era, in any place. Wherever there are people, there is this established social structure. Take you, for example... you pathetic, ignorant, and foolish... maggots struggling to survive in the cracks of tyranny, living at the bottom of Gotham." He smiled. "You can crave everything, but that doesn't mean you can have it. Do you know why?"

Feng Bujue brought his face closer to the camera, grinning, and spat out the answer buried in everyone's heart: "Because of the Bat..."