But it was obvious that no one in the studio was among them. They felt as if their throats were being strangled and they couldn't say anything.

Su Ming didn't care whether these people had the courage to communicate with him. He waved the gun in his hand and motioned for Pete to give him a vision: "As you can see, the Gotham Police Department is finished, but unfortunately, the box is not what I want.

Chocolate, haha.”

The joke was not funny at all, and everyone watching the TV felt a sense of fear.

After the camera zooms out, you can see Deathstroke holding a pistol to the head of a girl. The girl is still sitting in a wheelchair, huddled in a ball in the heavy rain, her eyes closed tightly, and trembling.

"This is the Gotham Police Commissioner's daughter, Barbara Gordon. Maybe some of you know her."

Su Ming tapped his helmet with the barrel of the pistol, acting like a lunatic, to more closely match the terrifying image of the death knell in Gotham people's minds and deepen their fear.

"The person I'm looking for is Director Gordon, but another group of people kidnapped him first. Here, I want to tell this group of people something."

He took a few steps forward and got closer to the camera to further enhance the sense of oppression: "You'd better hand Gordon into my hands. He is my goal and I want to live. Otherwise, no matter where he is, no matter where he is.

, I will find you and slowly kill you one by one. I guarantee that the process will be the same... extremely painful!"

As he spoke, he shot Barbara, who fell from the wheelchair, her life or death unknown.

Many empty viewers in front of the TV couldn't bear to cover their mouths at this time, fear once again flooded into their hearts after the Jester was arrested.

This kind of naked bloody killing and the madness of the Fool are two different kinds of fear.

The camera turned to Deathstroke again, his gun still smoking slightly. No one would think that he would miss at such a close distance. That poor girl Barbara was dead.

"Anyone who has clues about these men in black, or you know the whereabouts of Director Gordon, please contact the TV station and they will tell me. I will grant the person who gave the clues a wish. You just need to tell me who you want to die.

That person will not survive the next day. If I calculate the price of my services, this is a reward worth 2 million US dollars."

"Oh, one more thing, everyone at the TV station, please put my video on the news 24 hours a day. If you can't do it... the police station behind me will be the fate of your TV station.

"

Peter gave the police station another close-up, and various miserable scenes were vividly displayed at Su Ming's request. Everyone in the studio subconsciously replaced their faces with the corpse over there, and swallowed in unison.

Drop saliva.

Signal interrupt.

The host in the studio screamed and scurried around like a headless fly.

"It's over! It's over! Deathstroke is coming to kill us. I want to go home! Go home!"
Chapter completed!