MM Racing Chapter 94: The End?
Chapter 94: The End?
Chapter 94 The End? (Seeking First Subscription)
With a thud, the clown fell to the ground.
His pale half-face, deformed and twisted by the venom, resembled an inflated cream cake—and now, this cream cake had been cut open, revealing dark red and bright yellow grease.
"Poison Ivy! It's the last moment, locate her now!"
"Wait, almost there..." Poison Ivy's voice came through: "I'm done!"
Lucius stared intently at the numerous flashing bright spots on the screen.
"Okay, okay, okay, okay..."
He muttered a pep talk to himself, then opened his eyes, slammed his fist on the launch button, and spoke into the communicator:
"Batman, have you dealt with the Joker? If there are any survivors, we might need your help..."
"I am ready."
Chen Tao told him, "In every sense."
He turned his head and looked at the clown lying on the ground in a spread-eagle position, his face still showing the aftereffects of the beating he had just received.
"I lost."
"That's what the clown said."
"But you won't kill me, sob sob sob."
He sobbed, "Why couldn't it be me?"
You disgust me.
Chen Tao said.
"Don't put on that utterly defeated act, Joker. You think I don't know what you're plotting?"
The clown lying on the ground turned his face away.
"You don't care about Bane, you don't care about our little squabble. It's all just a game to you, a game you can play anytime, and you don't care about winning or losing."
Chen Tao said:
"The only thing you care about is the game itself."
What you can't accept is the risk that the game might become unplayable.
"For the first time in so many years, you have a clear purpose, Joker. That's why I was able to predict you this time."
The clown curled up on the ground.
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Meanwhile, let's switch our focus back to the Bat Cave.
"If you want me to get involved in your affairs, Joker."
The riddle teller said, "No way."
He was wearing a dark yellow prison uniform filled with question marks. Strangely, even though he was imprisoned by Batman, he still received this highly distinctive outfit as a form of preferential treatment.
"I won't interfere in your game with Bat. If I want to play, I'll go find him myself, and frankly—I don't play games anymore."
The riddle teller said, "I'm going to retire from this life."
"Pfft! Stop lying, old Eddie. Please, I'm here on serious business today. Stop making me laugh."
A mocking smile appeared on the clown's face. He said he was laughing, and his face was indeed smiling, but there was no real joy in it.
He was filled with nothing but malice.
The riddle-maker stared intently at his face.
He said slowly, "What do you want to do?"
A gas canister painted with a smiley face appeared in the clown's hand:
"Yes, I'll make things more interesting."
"You're crazy."
The riddle-solver quickly retreated to one side of the cell, his face grim: "You damned bastard—"
"This formula may be a bit old and its effects may have diminished, but if you wait a few more minutes, it will still be very powerful."
As the clown spoke, he threw the poison gas bomb directly into the Riddler's room through the ventilation hole above the transparent cell.
"Stop it, clown, you madman—cough cough cough!"
Green toxic gas exploded rapidly inside the room.
"Hahahaha! That's right, the important thing is that you came out in person."
The clown pressed his face tightly against the transparent glass wall: "After all, I don't want to bring you to the party if you're not feeling well, right?"
A green mist rose into the room, obscuring the clown's face.
"You've always had potential, and that's what I love most about you. No one has ever pushed a bat to its limits like you have—"
"And apart from you, no one has ever possessed wisdom comparable to the great Bat King!"
Amid the Riddler's violent coughing, the Clown shouted:
"If you don't give him hints, he'll never find you! Isn't that right? You always focus on the most important game, just like me!"
"Oh, Eddie! Eddie. Your mind is your most dangerous weapon, and in that respect, you surpass all of us. You are the master riddle of this evil city, smarter, better, and more dangerous than Batman."
"so--"
"Why are you wasting your life here, Eddie? I can't bear to see you like this. I'd rather you die."
The Joker said, "And now it's about time for you too!"
Zhiba!
The transparent glass door was opened, and the Riddler stood in the center of the separated clown gas.
"There are 46 ways to get out of this cell, Joker."
The riddle teller said, "Only four can be completed within the time limit you set."
"The simplest approach would be to strike the glass's weakest point using the least effort-intensive technique. But I chose method three."
The clown grinned, "Hahaha, I knew it! I knew you hadn't changed! You're always one step ahead."
"Four hours ago, I dug a hole in the wall."
"I reconnected the main gate's circuitry through this hole," the riddle-maker said, glancing at the cell's access control.
The clown's expression changed slightly.
"And the tool I used to dig through the wall was an iron spoon."
This is not reasonable.
Batman wouldn't be foolish enough to give the Riddler an iron spoon.
The clown had no intention of listening to what he was going to say next, and he promptly turned and ran away.
He strode forward with his long, slender legs, leaping nimbly over the fence and quickly ascending the stairs. That was the gateway out of the Bat Cave, and also the entrance he had come in through.
The riddle-maker lowered his head.
"Why were all the Arkham lunatics mobilized to deal with Bane, while I'm the only one left in the Batcave?"
Why isn't Robin here, and why isn't his butler here either?
The riddle teller's voice rang out from behind:
"So you understand now, Joker?"
"For so many years, I've never admitted that Batman is smarter than me, and I still don't now. But I still have to say..."
"In some areas, Batman's intelligence does surpass mine, such as his understanding of you. He said you would definitely come to confirm whether the Joker from before was killed."
He said you would definitely come and see for yourself...
He told me a lot about you... or rather, about all of you.
Beep! Squeak...
A noisy mechanical sound rang out, as if some huge machine was running.
The clown's fingertips reached for the doorknob.
Beep! Click!
Then, in the next second, the world turned upside down right in front of the clown.
The staircase rolled backwards, and with a mechanical hum, it tossed the clown back to the ground like a tossing ladle. The ground opened up, sank, and swallowed the clown like an insect sealed in amber.
With a creaking sound, the floorboards closed again, as if nothing had happened.
"You're always thinking about games, Joker."
The Riddler stood there silently: "But the game is over. Not with me, or with Batman, Bane, or with any of us."
"You've been abandoned. From the very beginning, you were the only one who wanted to play the game."
"You think it's impossible for me, as another player in the game, to cooperate with the final boss?"
"But that's a fallacy."
The riddle-maker's eyes were lowered.
The bat computer emitted a synthesized voice:
"Air purification system activated...removing residual clown gas..."
"Completed."
It said cheerfully:
Have a wonderful afternoon without the clown!
"That upright man, who was once meek."
The riddle teller murmured.
"Follow the dangerous path, keep going down into the Valley of Death."
"...The snake, unsteady and unsteady, moves humbly and slowly..."
"...and the righteous man was furious in the wilderness..."
"There are lions strolling around there!"
(The verses recited by the riddle teller are excerpted from William Blake's "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell")
(End of this chapter)