Chapter 3882

The Joker slowly narrowed his eyes. But this time he didn't hesitate, and ran towards the exit of the parking lot. He had just hidden behind a tree when he heard the sound of a firefight behind him. The bearded man didn't know where he took out a gun and started shooting at Schiller.

The Joker cursed, looked left and right, and found a fire hydrant behind the fence outside the parking lot—that is, behind the bearded man's right rear. He hurried over, took out a small knife from his pocket, pried at the gap of the fire hydrant, and the water flow immediately sprayed in one direction, just hitting the bearded man's back.

The forceful water flow made him stagger. The next second, the Joker saw the bearded man's head explode with blood. Schiller put away his gun and walked towards this side. The Joker whistled and shouted: "Not bad marksmanship."

"Better than Batman."

The Joker's face immediately collapsed.

"You know something, right?" The Joker tried to ask Schiller.

"Even if I know, I won't tell you. Hurry up and find some work."

The Joker's eyes rolled around, and then said: "Yes, I should indeed find some work, preferably something that is good for flood control and disaster relief. I heard that another me is driving a truck, this job is not bad. I'm going to the truck company to turn around, what do you think?"

"No," Schiller said, "You still want to steal a truck? Dream on!"

"I won't steal," the Joker curled his lips and said, "When Cat Getan is flooded, there won't be so many truck drivers on duty, but there will be a lot of supplies waiting to be transported. Gangs are not as reasonable as ordinary companies, by then the truck company boss will be in a hurry, it's him who has to beg me to drive."

"Do you have a driver's license?"

"Isn't this a coincidence? After hearing that my counterpart went to drive a truck, I took the truck driver's license, and I only got the certificate three months ago," the Joker shook the book in his hand.

As a result, Schiller grabbed the book from his hand, stuffed it into his pocket, and then said to the Joker calmly: "Now you don't have it."

The Joker was simply shocked by his shamelessness, but looking at the gun in Schiller's hand, he held back for a long time, and still swallowed this breath, and said: "You know this is useless, as long as I know how to drive."

"Are you forcing me to break your leg?"

"I can heal myself," the Joker said quite proudly, "You'd better not think about blowing my head off either. Although I can't die, if I can't move, the mission Batman gave us won't be completed."

"Do you really have to drive a truck?"

"I think this is a good job," the Joker shrugged and said, "The salary is high, the time is free, and I can help with flood control and disaster relief. Maybe I can even be a disaster relief hero, and the gangs will thank me..."

"Wait a minute," Schiller waved his hand, signaling him not to continue. He leaned against the street lamp pole beside him and closed his eyes. In the blink of an eye, the Joker suddenly found that a white truck was parked across the road.

Was this car there originally? The Joker couldn't be sure either. He immediately realized that his memory and consciousness might have been modified. Would this have anything to do with Schiller's untimely behavior?

Schiller walked to the white truck, pulled the door and sat in the passenger seat, and then beckoned to him: "Come over here!"

The Joker walked to the driver's seat, pulled the door and got on. He just sat on the seat, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

Not because it was uncomfortable, but because it was too comfortable. To be precise, this seat adjustment was completely tailored for him.

He subconsciously put his hand on the steering wheel, but saw the steering wheel start to glow. To be precise, the whole truck was emitting a faint light now.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"This is your counterpart's truck," Schiller said while putting away his gun, "Just drove over from the dream kingdom."

The Joker was a bit surprised, but immediately realized a more important problem, he said: "So you deliberately didn't let me touch the car. What's wrong with the car?"

"No time to explain to you, hurry up and drive. The pier should be moving sandbags, just in time for you, hurry up."

The Joker still wanted to say something, but he saw Schiller close his eyes again, making a gesture of not wanting to chat. He had to curl his lips and start the car.

Although this car glows, it is no different from an ordinary truck when driving, and there is no special function. Although the Joker took the driver's license, he was not very skilled in driving, and could only turn out slowly.

He had just driven the car to the main road when a black Honda suddenly accelerated and overtook his car from the right, and then made an emergency lane change and blocked in front of him.

The Joker narrowed his eyes slightly. Everyone today is going against him, really treating him as a soft persimmon with no temper?

The Joker didn't step on the brake at all, but accelerated instead. Just as the black Honda in front stepped on the emergency brake, preparing to artificially create a rear-end accident, the white truck driven by the Joker hit it straight.

The Joker had already made a defensive posture, because even a big car hitting a small car would have a certain impact. But at the moment of contact, the magic light on the white truck flashed, the car body suddenly virtualized, turned into a transparent phantom, and passed through the small car. And after it couldn't touch the small car, it restored its entity.

The Joker raised his eyebrows again. It seems that this counterpart of his really has two brushes. Since this is the case, there is no need for him to drive carefully, just step on the accelerator to the end, and just speed.

In the Cat Getan Police Department office, Gordon shook hands with his colleague from the State Police and said: "If it weren't for the hurricane landing, I wouldn't bother you. But there is only more than an hour left before the heavy rain, I'm afraid there is no time to entertain you, we have to go to the pier first."

The other party waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's rare for you to ask me for help once, old classmate. I really don't know what kind of thing can make you feel difficult..."

The other party's tone was full of admiration. Gordon is a legend in the police world, just being able to stay in this broken city for decades is enough for him to win the respect of all police.

Hearing his old classmate mention this, Gordon was also quite emotional. He actually has many old classmates, basically serving as police chiefs or bureau chiefs in various states and cities. Gordon usually wouldn't easily ask them for help, but generally as long as he speaks, the other party will come even if they know what kind of virtue Cat Getan is.

It can only be said that in a country where guns are rampant, it is quite noble to be a police officer in any city.

And hearing his old classmate mention it, Gordon was also a bit troubled by this matter. Although Barbara caught a little bit of the electronic life's horse feet, she was completely unable to deal with it in the network field, and it could even be said that she had no power to fight back.

And the main universe Batman himself intended to build a magic defense network after getting the power of the seven lights. By then, no electronic life could hide. But he changed the plan temporarily and chose to go to Mount Olympus, and Barbara couldn't hold on here anymore.

Now he mainly guards the Batcave and the police station, and countless firewalls are being cracked quickly. Barbara hasn't rested for 12 consecutive hours, just trying her best to deal with electronic life. Gordon must block the real-world disaster outside.

The two walked out of the police station while talking about the past. But before they got into the police car, Gordon received a call.

"What did you say? Someone is speeding in Central? It wouldn't be that group of teenagers again, would it? What?! Speeding is a truck?!! Ghost truck???"

Gordon couldn't help but roar at the other end of the phone: "El, are you drunk or not awake? Where did the ghost truck come from?!!"

But as the police car slowly drove to the Central Road, Gordon was simply dumbfounded. A huge white truck was speeding at a speed far exceeding the city's speed limit.

The key is that it is now the evening peak in Cat Getan, although there are not so many cars because of the hurricane landing warning, there is one every 50 or 60 meters. But the truck ignored these obstacles and just sped all the way.

Gordon also found that the truck didn't seem to be able to hit anything. He originally thought, anyway, it's a ghost truck, since it can't hit others, then let him speed if he wants to. As a result, when he accelerated to the side of the truck and saw the green hair of the person driving, he pressed the horn hard.

Beep—!!!

"Joker! What the hell are you doing!!!" Gordon roared into the intercom, "Stop the car!!"

"What am I doing? I'm doing work!" The Joker's gloomy voice sounded in the intercom channel, "I'm going to the pier to move sandbags!"

Gordon was simply full of question marks. When he saw Schiller in the passenger seat, he also said very shocked: "You even hijacked Agent Rodriguez?! You are really crazy!"

"What do you mean I hijacked him?!" The Joker said quite dissatisfied, "It was Batman who told him to pluck us out of Arkham Asylum. If it weren't for this damn guy, I would be eating dinner in the cafeteria now!"

"Oh, you didn't eat dinner? Then this... Joker, you'd better not be plotting any conspiracy!" Gordon felt a bit confused, because usually when he met this kind of truck driver on the road, he would exchange pleasantries, and would also give the other party some food and water. Suddenly the Joker was driving a truck, and he was still a bit unaccustomed to it.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you have sandwiches, hand them over!" The Joker said while turning the steering wheel, "There is a lot to be busy tonight, you can't let me go hungry until dawn, right?"

"Who knows what you are going to do? Maybe your carriage is full of bombs. I have to see you really working before I give you sandwiches!" Gordon said and felt he was very absurd. How could the Joker really be working? And how could he eat his sandwiches? Unless he cuts the sandwiches into bat shapes!

The Joker didn't pay attention to him either, and drove all the way forward. Although the car was big, the speed was not slow, and it arrived at the pier even earlier than the police car.

When looking for a place to park, the Joker suddenly saw the Battleworld message prompt. He opened the Battleworld interface and found that the group, which had been silent for two weeks, was full of messages.

"What the hell is Batman doing?! I was plucked out of the Joker gang base by him and thrown to Saturn!"

"The Batman of this universe of mine might be crazy. He said he was going to send me to New Genesis by spaceship. Did he finally decide to drive the lunatics out of Earth?"

"Can anyone tell me what a Lantern is? Why does Batman want me to summon a Yellow Lantern ring?"

"Where is Apokolips? Who is Darkseid?"

"What is the situation with Mount Olympus? Is Batman letting me enter the underworld gate a literary version of 'go to hell'?"

"You were also harassed by Batman? Is there any justice left? When is it Batman's turn to harass the Joker?"

"He sent me 200 messages at 2:30 in the morning to popularize the origin of Zeus and that big group of illegitimate children! Damn rich man, I have to punch in at eight tomorrow morning!!!"

"Does anyone know what's going on?! @Pale Knight, don't hide, you have a good relationship with Batman, you go ask them what madness they are having!"

"Sorry, I'm finishing up on Mount Olympus. The Batmen are collecting energy to build a magic defense network."

"What does this have to do with us?! We don't understand magic!"

"Probably because Batman can't stand idlers."

"Doesn't make sense, it wouldn't be like this before..."

"Someone must have started a bad head!"

"That's right! Someone must have started a bad head, it must be that classic poker face! @Joker1111, it must be the Batman of your universe who did it!"

Seeing the Jokers constantly @ing himself in the group chat, the main universe Joker "slapped" and closed the Battleworld interface.

"What's wrong?" Schiller, who was one step slower than the Joker, asked.

"Nothing," the Joker rubbed his hands and said, "Where are the sandbags? I'm already a bit impatient!"

(It's bad luck for one person to be unlucky, it's fun for a group of people to be unlucky)