Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 154 Negotiation Without Failure
On the somewhat dilapidated streets of Manhattan, a group of people walked with struts that they did not recognize.

The one at the front is Joker who finally changed his clothes.

The long purple suit he used to wear was taken away intentionally or unintentionally by the black widow... Don't get me wrong, she definitely didn't want to do strange things, let alone return him with ambiguous warmth.

Mostly they want to use the clothes to find some clues. After all, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s understanding of Joker is very limited until now.

Now he changed into a red suit with a yellow lining, and the smears on his face tended to be more common in the image of performers.

Well, the hair is still green, and the smile is still full of playful malice.

He didn't care about the eyes of onlookers, and he didn't regard himself as a notorious criminal, walking in the forefront swaggeringly.

Not many people came with the clown this time.

Jinx felt bored and didn't follow, and the clown came out in person, so there was no need for Victor to preside over the overall situation... This senior nerd should now be checking and perfecting the design drawings in the laboratory.

Most of the others were in a similar situation, so at this moment, only Graves, Sett, and three or five handymen followed behind him.

Because what was going to be discussed was a big event, and what was going to be met was a so-called big shot, so Seti put on a formal suit to save face.

However, although there were not many of them, their aura was extraordinary, and they even showed a sense of thugs in suits.

Very eye-catching.

But it didn't take long for a few people to arrive at their destination.

An office of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Surprisingly... the person who greeted them was actually Camille.

"Aha, I really didn't expect that."

Camille turned around and led the way without saying a word.

But the clown naturally wouldn't let her go easily: "How are you doing recently? Are you busy, boring, or want to kill someone?"

Camille glanced at him and walked faster.

When he reached the door of the meeting room, the clown didn't continue to provoke Obasan, because he was about to provoke others.

Push the door open and look around.

The meeting room is not too small. There is a table with 20 seats in the middle, which is already full of people.

On the opposite wall, there are nine display screens, and they are also lit up now. Several old men and women are looking at the clown who walked in with serious expressions.

Apparently, he was the last to arrive.

However, among the people present, he was not familiar with many of them.

It also includes venomous snakes like Alexander Pierce.

He sits at the far end of the long table and, as a full member, represents the Security Council.

And Nick Fury and Maria Hill, one black and one white, one man and one woman, one positive and one pair, sat on both sides of the table, representing SHIELD of course.

In addition, those present also included Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.

These two don't need much explanation. The former is a representative of American superheroes, and the latter is a hero and rich man with unpredictable influence.

In addition, there are familiar faces, such as Sam Trautman when dealing with Abaddon. This guy naturally represents the will of the military.

No one else knows.

But the identities of these people are not difficult to guess... White House representatives, FBI special commissioners, CIA special commissioners, etc., are basically from the highest authority, and they all have their own attitudes.

Well, there's no IRS, the void doesn't have to pay taxes after all.

The clown would not be frightened of the stage. Facing the stares of the crowd, he sat down at the other end of the long table, opposite to Alexander Pierce, facing the current Security Council.

He even greeted Steve nonchalantly.

"Hey, why were you not there during the fight before? I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The captain opened his mouth and said in a helpless tone, "We had other tasks at the time..."

"OKOK, you know, you don't need to explain to me."

Steve: "..."

After getting the news, the group of them gave up chasing Kazik and rushed back at full speed, but they were still a step slower in the end.

The battle is over.

When they returned, Steve was presented with a post-disaster New York, including his hometown of Brooklyn.

It's hard to describe Steve's remorse in words. He wasn't there when the city needed help the most!

The clown asked him to explain to the victim... it was simply torturing his heart.

Pierce: "Let's get straight to the point, Mr. Joker, do you have anything to say about what happened yesterday?"

"Ask knowingly, didn't Nick Fury make it clear to you?"

A member of the Security Council spoke, speaking in Arabic, and someone translated: "The Security Council needs your direct explanation."

The clown covered his face with his hands.

All eyes were on him.

Someone urged: "Sir, I hope you will cooperate with our work."

After a while, the clown's voice sounded again.

He first smiled coldly a few times, put his hand down, and said with a strange face: "You know? At this time, I think it's better to destroy this world."

Alexander Pierce: "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that the boring contention for the right to speak and the endless political struggle have already broken the minds of you people... Do you think that letting me follow your command will do any good to the current situation? ?”

Pierce wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the clown waving his hand.

"Yes, you want me to explain the situation, then I will satisfy you mercifully."

He lowered his head slightly, glanced at everyone, including those aloof members of the Security Council, and spoke slowly: "The situation is... you, you... all of you are trash."

Ignoring the angry expressions of some people, and gnashing their teeth with the members of the Security Council, the clown continued to stab the knife without looking cold.

"I believe that you must have tried to attack that person in outer space. What was the result? High hopes, nuclear weapons that can solve any problem, and the feeling that they can't even hurt a single hair... Isn't it hopeless?"

A moment of silence.

Chewing...

Laughter came from behind Joker,

Several people's expressions changed drastically, and they glared at the man.

Sett tried hard to hold back his laughter, let out a breath, and spoke in a weird tone: "You talk about you, I just think of happy things, and it has nothing to do with you."

The clown laughed and continued to irritate the politicians.

"Look, I guessed it right. Admit it, wastes. The status, wealth and influence you were once proud of are useless in this crisis."

"That man can destroy half of New York, London, Paris, Stalingrad the next day... Ah, sorry, this place has long since ceased to exist, what is it called now?"

Graves coughed lightly: "Volgograd."

"Oh yes... All in all, apart from being unable to enter, Malzahar can do whatever he wants with the Earth, but you have nothing to do."

Feeling that the politicians are irritated enough, I am afraid they will curse at people when they speak at this time, Tony Stark rarely speaks:
"Let's talk about it, do you have any constructive suggestions?"

The clown stretched out a finger and said slowly:

"Listen to my command! I will lead you to victory."

These words seemed to break some kind of boundary, someone laughed out loud, it was the Arab just now, and he now speaks fluent English.

"Just you? Take us to a burlesque show and make that Malzahar laugh to death?"

"Tsk, I really overestimated your awareness."

The clown shook his head: "I'll just say this once. I'm not here to cooperate with your work, but to let you cooperate with me."

"I've had enough!"

Still the member of the Security Council, he said violently: "We should arrest this criminal and torture him for everything he knows! It's a complete waste of time like this!"

The clown took a rest and looked at Nick Fury: "Who is this person?"

"Representative of the Middle East, I won't say the name, and you can't remember it."

"Aha, what a coincidence, he's going to be unlucky."

Nick Fury narrowed his eyes.

After the clown finished speaking, he stood up, obviously wanting to end the unharmonious meeting. After he went out, just before the door was closed, he heard the quarrel suddenly amplified seven or eight times.

Apparently, Malzahar had scared them enough.

"This group of people have their eyes above the top, put the safety of the earth in their hands, and take jujube pills."

Sett did a chest expansion exercise, probably because he was not used to wearing a suit on his body, and then said: "Joker, I feel like this trip was in vain!"

"No no, most people will compromise because there is no other choice."

Sure enough, in the process of walking out, they met Coulson.

The bald agent looked at the clown with a complicated expression, and said slowly, "Some people need to see you."

"Lead the way."

In another smaller room, the potential members of the Avengers, including Natasha, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Catherine, Wei, and Camille, who led the way before, are all here.

Except for Thor, whose situation is unknown, and Tony and Steve who are still being tortured, the first generation of Avengers is officially assembled... and there are a few more.

After some eye contact, in a slightly tense atmosphere, Camille spoke first:
"Tell me what you really think, Joker, don't play tricks and cheat. At this time, our mutual trust is very important and very valuable."

"Then let me just say it. I found a place. There are some things there that can increase our strength rapidly. We don't have to be so passive in the face of a group of inferior cannon fodder like yesterday."

Natasha: "But?"

The clown snapped his fingers.

"But that place is very dangerous. We need a strong enough person to lead the team, and we also need to leave a group of people to guard against changes in the void."

Banner thought about it, and felt that he was the one who could fight the best.

"Hey, let me come, I hope I can complete this task."

Unexpectedly, the clown waved his hand: "Thinking too much, your looks are a little bit worse."

Banner: "..."

Feeling a little awkward.

Natasha: "You want to talk about that Dante?"

"Your intelligence is not inferior to your beauty, Miss Natasha." He first praised the Black Widow, and then said: "The fact is that, that devil is the best candidate to lead the team to explore the ruins of Shurima. "

　2020 is coming to an end and I miss him so much
　　
　
(End of this chapter)