Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 91 I Have a Condition

"Hey, why do you have such an expression?"

On the surface, he seemed to dislike everyone and not welcome him, but the clown was clearly proud of what he said.

As soon as Catherine's face darkened, she raised her gun and shot.

This guy really makes people grit their teeth with hatred.

It's a pity that the Seiko rifle, which has just been brilliant, failed to bring the threat it should have to the clown.

He waved the magic sword in his hand casually.Then the bullet bounced off.

Strength interprets craftsmen.

"Haha, this thing is very useful."

The clown smiled strangely and praised the magic sword, and then lazily said to Catherine: "You little traitor, your temper is getting worse and worse, be careful that you won't get married in the future."

"You are the traitor! Your whole family is a traitor!"

This is the second time the clown has called her that, and Catherine is obviously very dissatisfied with this title.

She wanted to attack again, but Iron Man moved to block the trajectory of the projectile.

If there is nothing, Tony also protects Wei and the seriously injured Camille behind him.

The indifferent Obasan stood up tenaciously, but his condition was not very good.

Tony was very calm. Seeing the clown block the bullet, he knew that the fight would not be good.

Plus that magic sword that infects people when it touches it...

He himself is fine, but other people in poor condition, and even the agents behind him will definitely be in big trouble.

The Joker doesn't seem to want to fight, though... which isn't great news.

The other party must be hiding some kind of deeper malice.

He asked in a deep voice:
"Say it straight, Joker, how do you want to play?"

The clown gives a thumbs up.

"Pay attention!"

He rested his hands on the hilt of the sword, leaned the magic sword on the ground like a cane, and looked around like a master.

"I know what you are afraid of, isn't it because you are afraid that I will hold this thing..." The clown paused for the magic sword in his hand, and said in a dispirited way: "Go around and wreak havoc or something."

Tony: "Can't you?"

The clown waved his hand and said, "This kind of thing is too untechnical, it's not my way."

"But you sure don't mind doing it if necessary."

Tony raised his hand, and the energy shot from his palm shattered the grass at the clown's feet, his tone was a little impatient.

"As you can guess, there are many people coming to arrest you, so don't waste the time of peaceful conversation."

Coulson, who is dispatching people: "..."

The clown knew that Tony was seeking the initiative in the dialogue, but he still sighed loudly:

"It saves effort to talk to smart people. It's very simple. Promise me with one condition, and I promise not to abuse this magic sword."

"No abuse?"

Tony fell to the ground, lifted his visor, and walked to a distance of five meters from the clown.

"tell me the story."

Clown: "New York has been terrible lately, making my living experience very bad."

Everyone thought at the same time: Isn't it all your fault?
"I've thought about it for a long time, and I feel that it has a lot to do with the death of the mayor!" The clown chuckled and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Catherine's exclamation.

"You actually want to be the mayor?"

These words made the scene quiet.

Everyone looked at the clown in shock, even the clown himself seemed a little confused.

"Frankly, I hadn't thought about it that way, but it suddenly seemed like a good idea."

The clown began to think.

The situation instantly became tense.

No one will agree to this condition.

Everyone adjusted their status and prepared to fight directly if they couldn't reach an agreement.

Even if the chances of winning are not great, the magic sword cannot be easily dropped into the opponent's hands.

Unexpectedly, after some serious thinking, Joker shook his head and gave up this crazy idea.

"It's not good. I'm still busy killing people and setting fires. Sitting in an office is not suitable for me."

"Then what do you want?"

"The little traitor guessed right. I really want to appoint someone to be the mayor."

Coulson, who leaned over, put down his gun, and said in a flat tone:
"You take Joker for granted, rigging the election, or the New York City election, we can't do this kind of thing."

"No, you can do it."

Coulson bowed his head in silence.

"In short, this matter is settled, now listen to my candidate."

The clown's fingers wobbled for a while, before finally pointing at Tony.

Tony in the suit let out a long sigh.

Sure enough, the clown caught my weakness. As long as I get caught in a deep case, I won't be able to wear a battle suit every day, be a superhero, and fight crime.

This damn responsibility.

Clowns are just too insidious.

Tony gritted his teeth and began to think about countermeasures.

Unexpectedly, Joker's fingers bent to one side, and then bent again.

"Get up and start."

Seeing that Tony has not moved, the clown said angrily.

Tony moved away hesitantly, revealing Camille behind him.

Camille soon felt the strange eyes of other people, as if saying: This person is not with the Joker gang...

This is indeed an unexpected candidate.

When they wanted to ask what happened, they found that the clown had disappeared as abruptly as when he appeared.

Everyone surrounded Camille and looked at her carefully.

The scrutiny made Camille frown.

An agent doubted: "Can you believe what the lunatic said?"

They obviously felt that it was not a very reliable choice to help this robot become the mayor of New York.

Coulson shook his head.

It's not that he thinks the clown's words are unreliable, on the contrary, he thinks the clown's promise is much more reliable than the agent's promise.

But S.H.I.E.L.D. would say nothing.

Interference in elections!

This kind of taboo... Even if you do it, you can't do it blatantly!

The clown is trying to kill the lifeblood of S.H.I.E.L.D.

S.H.I.E.L.D. was able to take root deeply in America, and surpassed the once giant FBI in just 20 years, and even used the influence of the Security Council to open branches all over the world.

Today they are a global security defense organization against supernatural threats.

But all of these things are inseparable from the strong support of the American government.

If they show the ability and intent to dominate America's campaign...

Attacking and weakening S.H.I.E.L.D. will probably become a tacit agreement among politicians.

"It's so dangerous!"

Coulson sighed in his heart.

It's a pity that the manpower he transferred is still on the way.

This made Coulson very distressed. Although the power of S.H.I.E.L.D. is strong enough to deal with most abnormal threats, when encountering a truly troublesome character like the Joker...

They still exhibit the bloat and crampedness of larger organizations.

There are still too few people who can really solve the problem.

They always lack the kind of high mobility and sufficient force.

Coulson thought of Tony and the others.

In today's battle, these people showed a good fighting will and teamwork, which made people see a little hope.

S.H.I.E.L.D.... No, this world needs such power.

If he hadn't fought so hard with Aatrox today, the Joker's coming and going would never have been so easy.

At least this female modder, especially her magical force field, is enough to cause the Joker some trouble.

Alas, in fact, after the clown appeared, the ending was already doomed.

The agent's thinking is very sharp, and these thoughts just flashed through Coulson's mind.

He knew what he was going to do next.

Set out the identity of this female modder, ask her what grievances she has with the Joker, and then invite him to join S.H.I.E.L.D. if conditions permit.

Even if he is rejected, at least he can help deal with Joker.

For Coulson, it wasn't too difficult.

He put on a gentle smile, and was about to rescue the nervous Camille.

But the light and shadow in front of his eyes squirmed for a while, and a clown's smirking face emerged.

The crowd suddenly became chaotic.

Shouts of screams, guns drawn.

But the clown just put his hands on Coulson's shoulders, and said to Coulson, who was trying to calm himself down, with a smile:
"Remember to find more people when packing up."

After finishing speaking, his figure disappeared again.

Coulson was a little confused for a moment, but suddenly he had a flash of inspiration...

"Jinx..."

(End of this chapter)