Chapter 3747: John Wick (Part 3)

Elliot's eyes widened in anger, completely unable to react. Talia clearly had much more experience; she stepped forward to protect Elliot behind her, then lowered her head to look at the face of the corpse.

Her hand gripping Elliot's arm tightened instantly, because the person who fell was wearing the uniform of the League of Assassins, and it was none other than one of the two League of Assassins bodyguards she had secretly hired to protect Elliot's safety.

"Bang!"

Joker fired a warning shot directly.

"Everyone stay where you are and squat down with your hands on your heads! Let me see your hands! Squat down immediately, right now!"

The celebrities fled in all directions, but because the entrance was blocked by police, none of them escaped, and they could only tremble and squat down, extending their hands. Among them, several figures were particularly unusual.

"What on earth is going on?!" Harvey Dent roared. "Why is there a corpse here? Who killed him?!"

"Yeah, what on earth is going on?" The crowd whispered.

"Look at the clothes he's wearing, why are they so strange? This doesn't look like a guest attending a banquet at all."

"This seems to be the costume of an Eastern martial artist, right? Could it be that Elliot arranged a martial arts performance?"

Elliot turned his head sharply to look at Talia. Talia was flustered for a moment, but quickly calmed down and said: "Do you think I would be stupid enough to do that? You are still our best candidate."

Although she spoke ambiguously, Elliot clearly understood. He pursed his lips and said to Joker: "I feel very sorry for everything that happened here."

"You should be sorry," Joker pointed his gun directly at him and said, "Now the tax issue is no longer important. How do you explain this corpse?"

"Of course I didn't kill him," Elliot still raised his hands and said, "I have been staying in my office since before the banquet started, and I have a full alibi."

"But things happened right under your nose," Joker said relentlessly. "Don't think I didn't see it, you recognize these clothes. This shows that this matter has something to do with you. Everyone has to go back to the station with me, right now!"

Elliot's face turned gloomy, revealing anger and helplessness. But he clearly had no better way. This strange-looking policeman was a tough nut to crack. Now in public, he couldn't show too much toughness toward the police, otherwise, it might affect the subsequent presidential election.

That's right, Elliot was preparing to run for president. It seemed that with such strong economic strength, he was foolproof, but in fact, his biggest competitor, March, also had a background. Elliot used all his means, but he only fought him to a draw.

This accident that happened at the banquet today would definitely greatly affect the subsequent battle. Elliot, who was taken into the police car amidst the flashes of reporters, almost bit his teeth to pieces; he must make this damn crazy policeman look good!

Arriving at the police station, Commissioner Bullock seemed shocked that such a big commotion had been made, and even a corpse had been carried in. He just wanted to find Joker to ask something, when he saw Elliot and Talia walking in together. He hurried to greet them, smiling and talking to them:

"Sorry, sir and madam, you know how difficult that bunch from the Tax Bureau is. They came to ask us for a joint operation, and we couldn't refuse. But what's wrong? Why did someone die?"

"I also want to ask you," Elliot seemed to have regained his confidence from Bullock, saying, "The banquet was halfway through, this corpse fell from the sky, and your good detective handcuffed us all back!"

Bullock wiped the sweat from his forehead, constantly apologizing and comforting them. Elliot's gaze, however, always fell on Joker. He was determined to be president and would never allow anyone to stir up trouble.

He saw Joker walking toward the other side of the corridor, and another slender figure flashed by. Elliot felt that the person looked familiar, but he really couldn't remember who it was.

"Name."

"Thomas Elliot."

"Talia al Ghul."

"Oswald Cobblepot."

"Harvey Dent."

"Jason Todd."

"Shiler Rodriguez."

"Click."

The light in the interrogation room was suddenly turned on.

"Name?"

"Shiler Rodriguez," the man sitting in the chair repeated again.

The skin around the eye sockets, corroded by pale chemical products, suddenly became full of wrinkles, like continuous snow-capped mountains.

"You shouldn't be here," Joker said.

"That has nothing to do with you," Shiler replied. He turned the ring on his hand, sized up the interrogation room, twitched his nose lightly, and then said: "It seems the interrogation just now was very intense."

"That also has nothing to do with you," Joker put his hands on the table and said, "Are you the Rodriguez of this universe?"

"You can just assume I am," Shiler was indifferent.

"Did you kill the person?"

"It could be. That depends on whether your target is Elliot or me."

"He has a full alibi."

"But everyone testifying for him is his own people, the testimony is not solid at all. I can help you identify him, but you also have to do me a favor."

"It seems you are not from this universe," Joker also slowed down his speech, saying, "Or you are actually not Rodriguez."

"I am, and I am also certain that no one in the multiverse dares to impersonate me. Let's not beat around the bush, my purpose in coming here is definitely different from yours, and there won't be any conflict between us. I gave you a big gift, shouldn't you also do me a small favor?"

"I don't think that's a big gift," Joker said, "No matter how unreliable Elliot's testimony is, you, an outsider, cannot stand in court to testify against him."

"That depends on who died," Shiler said unhurriedly, "If it were just an ordinary celebrity, it would indeed be troublesome, but that corpse is a killer from the League of Assassins. Elliot not only has to give the public an explanation, but he also has to give the League of Assassins an explanation."

Joker suddenly stood up. He walked to the corner of the table where Shiler was, and looked down at the corner of the table. Shiler's gaze followed him, and there was a trace of blood that was not easily noticeable.

"Do you know how intense the interrogation process is?" Joker suddenly started laughing. The serious attitude like a policeman just now disappeared instantly, and when he laughed again, he seemed to be the thorough lunatic he was.

"You want to do something to me? I want to remind you, I will fight back."

Before the words fell, Joker reached out to grab Shiler's hair. Shiler lowered his head to dodge, and kicked the table over. The table smashed directly onto Joker; he raised his arms in front of his chest to resist hard, but the force of kicking the table over was outrageously large. The table smashed into him and broke into two halves; amidst the flying wood chips, Joker's arm trembled from the sharp pain.

Before he could withdraw his hand, Shiler grabbed the back of the chair with his handcuffed hands and swung it over. Joker leaned down to dodge, and his right hand pulled out a gun.

"Bang!"

A shot hit Shiler's left shoulder. Shiler didn't even sway, as if nothing had happened, and smashed down with the chair. Joker failed to withdraw the gun and took the hit hard. "Boom!"

The chair smashed onto his right shoulder, and he immediately felt his scapula was about to shatter, forced to roll to the left to open the distance. Before he could stand firm, the chair flew directly toward him. He lunged to the right again to dodge, lying on the ground and raising his gun.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Two out of three shots hit, but due to the angle, both hit the legs. Joker didn't know if it was his own illusion, but the opponent's speed not only didn't decrease after the leg injury, but became even faster. Before the arm holding the gun could even be lowered, the opponent had already grabbed his hair.

With a "Bang", Joker's head was smashed toward the ground. The nasal bone was broken instantly, and the ribs were also fractured, and blood flowed out.

The police officers outside who heard the gunshot had already rushed in. Joker, lying on the ground, shouted: "Don't shoot!!!"

But it was too late. Two young police officers emptied their magazines directly at Shiler. But Shiler's speed was too fast; he dodged behind the broken table fragments, and then flew toward a police officer holding a gun from the other side.

The other party thought he was going to grab the gun, so he hurriedly swung his hand to the other side, his center of gravity was unbalanced, and he was directly knocked flying by Shiler. Two police officers nearby were knocked down. The last one aimed and wanted to shoot, this time it was successful, but it should have hit the arm, still having no effect at all. Shiler's figure disappeared directly at the door of the interrogation room.

"Damn, how is it this kind of monster again." Joker cursed while standing up from the ground. He took out his phone, dialed a number, and said to the other side: "You didn't tell me there was a lunatic... what? Who else could it be, that guy named Rodriguez!"

In a dim room, the smile on the Main Universe Joker's face froze, and the smile remaining on his face also appeared quite stiff.

"What did he say?" The Main Universe Joker asked.

"He didn't say anything, first knocked me down, then caused havoc in the police station. He took four or five shots and acted like nothing happened. This is the 'no decent opponent' you mentioned?"

The Main Universe Joker's eyebrows suddenly frowned, and then he said to the other end of the phone: "Focus on your mission, I'll solve his matter!"

Joker hung up the phone, first went to retrieve the surveillance of the interrogation room, and sent a copy of the surveillance footage to the Main Universe Joker. The Main Universe Joker had already planned to take action, but after seeing the surveillance footage sent over, he sat down and watched it carefully again.

The more he watched, the stiffer his smile became, because he found that Joker was telling the truth—this guy took a close-range pistol bullet like nothing happened. And, the Main Universe Joker could see that after the normal pain reflex, what followed was an excitement reflex. This was completely abnormal. Where did this lunatic run out from again?!

"He really was right about this," Greed leaned on the armrest on one side of the chair and said: "Bullets are stimulants to the Morbid, especially low-power pistol bullets, which are painful but not fatal when hitting the body. The pain threshold of the Morbid is so high, if you really stack the pain gain to the full, wouldn't it be equivalent to opening the full Gotham map perspective?"

"This is great," the Agent also said somewhat gloatingly, "Originally, the enhancement of the drug for the hallucination field of vision was very limited, but now it's added with the pain state... someone is going to be very unlucky."

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"That's great," the agent said with a fair amount of schadenfreude. "Originally, the drugs had a very limited effect on enhancing hallucinatory vision, but now that pain has been added to the mix... someone is about to have a terrible time."

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