The Ultimate Creature of American Comics

"Asshole, don't run!"

On the crowded street, three young white men squeezed through the crowd and fled. .

The young man leading the charge was wearing a black hoodie and holding bits and pieces of nearly three hundred dollars in cash.

That was the entire income of Cookson, the ice cream shop owner, today. If it had been in other days, this amount of money would have been enough for him to break the legs of these three bastards. However, the shrapnel from the Ten Commandments Gang eight years ago completely changed this strong man. He has become a useless cripple. Without the help of kind-hearted people, Cookson himself may not be able to catch up with the money in his lifetime.

"Get out of the way, you gypsy bastards, get out of my way!"

The white young man in the lead shouted loudly. Even though the street was full of Gypsies, his "bastard" shouts still made everyone angry but afraid to speak, and even made way for them. .

It has been a month since the disappearance of Grand Duke Jovi of Sokovia. The interim president elected by the capitalists has no sympathy for these Gypsies at the bottom of society. According to the temporary decree he announced, it is a sin for Gypsies to even look at a white person. , let alone blocking.

There was a trace of disdain on the corner of the white young man's mouth. He was obviously running away, but he still ripped off the leather bag of a Gypsy girl on the side of the road, making his two companions burst into laughter unconsciously.

Based on the experience of these half months, the white youth knew that they would soon turn into a street leading directly to the white city, where even the mutants among the gypsies would not dare to do anything to them.

But just on the road they must pass, a clown is still performing his own performance.

"Arthur, get out of the way!"

The clown wore headphones and did not hear the neighbor's warning. Instead, he followed the rhythm of the music and danced funny steps while imitating the movements in the monkey show and waving a yellow billboard.

"Everything will pass!"

The words on the front of the billboard have been inspiring the fighting spirit of the Gypsies these days, and the words "Jostar will be back" on the back are their hope. The white young man headed by him has been unhappy with this clown for a long time, and at this moment he is again How could it be missed.

Along with the drumbeat in the earphones, the clown raised the billboard as if to finish. But at this moment, the young man in the lead slapped the sign down, then picked up the sign and turned around and ran away.

"Hey! Stop them!"

The clown rolled and crawled after him, shouting as he chased back.

Unlike poor Cookson, thanks to years of stage performance, although the clown is thin, his skills are still agile, and the distance between him and the three gangsters was actually shortened by him.

The gangsters looked at each other and knew that if they continued like this, they would most likely be overtaken by the clown behind them, and their tugging would most likely attract the attention of the Gypsy mutants. They simply changed their route and rushed into the road leading to the road. The alley of the railway station.

The clown saw the three gangsters turning into an alley and followed them without thinking. As soon as he followed the alley, the clown found two of the three people stopping in the center of the alley, looking at him with evil smiles on their faces.

"Oh!"

The yellow billboard swung out from behind the air duct and hit the clown hard on the nose. The thin man fell to the ground in an instant amid the scattered debris. His ears were ringing, his head was filled with buzzing, and he could not hear anything.

"Kill him, Joestar won't come back!"

The leading young man kicked the clown's left arm, and a harsh bone cracking sound was heard. However, this did not make the three gangsters stop, but instead aroused the violence deep in their hearts.

They are not Gypsies. Why were they the ones who lost everything in the attack on Gypsies eight years ago?

The clown didn't know the answer to this question. After all, he was also the original victim. Now he could only curl up as much as possible and hope that these thugs would not touch his face.

Tomorrow, he will go to the amusement park for an interview!

……

"Diana, how are you? This is my country. Although it is not very wealthy, the people are quite simple."

Jovi led Diana out of the train station, spread her arms, and showed off to her heart's content.

The two of them were trapped by the sailing ship this time. They were trapped in the center of the Mediterranean Sea for more than half a month. If a cruise ship hadn't passed by during this period, they might have been in trouble.

But even so, this journey still left many marks on them.

Fortunately for Diana, she was a demigod after all. She took a bath and had a good sleep in the presidential suite in Rome, so she didn't notice anything. But poor Mr. Jovi was in a miserable condition. He was tanned at least four degrees by the sun and had a beard.

Qiao Wei changed his clothes, but deliberately did not get a haircut, just to see if his acquaintances could recognize him this time.

"Sir, madam, do you want to be my car? I am most familiar with the roads in Sokovia."

Diana was startled by the busy traffic in front of her, and subconsciously walked towards the driver soliciting customers. Qiao Wei quickly grabbed Diana's little hand and quickly pulled her to a side alley.

"Don't wander around, Diana, I...hey, what's going on?"

The gangsters who were kicking the clown in three circles were startled, but when they turned around and saw that it was just a man and a woman, they were relieved.

Although Qiao Wei's exaggerated size is indeed quite intimidating, there are three of them after all.

"Hey, buddy, this is just a small dispute. For your sake, let's..."

Before the gangster leader could finish his words, his whole body suddenly floated up. Not only him, but also two of his men also glanced at him.

"Damn, you're a mutant...well..."

In the eyes of the clown, three strange black shadows suddenly appeared behind these gangsters, picked them up, and covered their mouths with their hands.

Qiao Wei noticed the surprise in the clown's eyes. People without certain mental power could not see his substitute, and all the people with extraordinary mental power in Sokovia should have been recorded.

Thinking of this, Qiaowei looked at the clown carefully and suddenly realized: "Arthur, is it you?"

Qiao Wei stretched out his hand towards the clown, carefully avoiding the left arm that his little hand subconsciously extended, and instead grabbed the clown's right wrist and pulled him up.

In the eyes of the clown, the most noble existence in Sokovia was just like the first time he saw him. He kindly brushed off the dust on his body and anxiously asked about his injuries. Somehow, the clown suddenly Cried out.

"Jostar...Mr. Joestar, I'm fine. You'd better go to the city hall first. Sokovia needs you!"

"Hey, it's okay, Arthur..." Jovi held the crying middle-aged man in his arms, caressing the back of his head like a father, letting the white paint on the clown's face stain his expensive suit. superior.

"Your Excellency, you don't know that while you were away..."

Diana looked at Jovi. This notification method, which was so different from Hippolyta's, made her little head confused. She knew that this was her first lesson after leaving Paradise Island.

She wanted to see how a secular king ruled a country.