Marvel Entertainment, Inc.

"Two minutes is plenty. Let's play a game." The clown was not prepared to rest during the two minutes of waiting. He took a few steps back and revealed the scene behind him. In the studio, a group of people wearing clown hoods Or the TV station employees who were held at gunpoint by masked kidnappers. Several popular hosts were recognized by many at a glance. "Now, we are going to play a game. First, we need three volunteers." As the clown's gaze slowly swept across, everyone who was kidnapped shrank their heads or looked away, or even completely hid behind others. , no one responded. "No one." The clown waited for a few seconds, smacked his lips, and said in a voice that couldn't tell the emotion: "This is not very interesting, then I will pick someone, you, you, and you." I don't know if he said it casually. Still, he had planned to kill three people. The three people wanted to hide in the crowd, but they were squeezed out. Soon three kidnappers wearing clown masks dragged the three people in front of the clown. The three of them are a middle-aged host in a suit and leather tie with short blond hair, who looks dignified, but is well-dressed and pot-bellied. He should be a high-level executive. The last one is a beautiful young lady with a voluptuous figure in old school clothes, who may be a secretary. The clown put three bullets into an empty revolver in front of everyone, turned the wheel in a circle, and before the speed slowed down and the position of the bullets could be seen clearly, he put the wheel back into the gun with a snap. . "This is a revolver with three bullets in it. Each of you has a chance to shoot at your colleague, and each of your colleagues has a playing card. If someone is shot, that person has the playing card. Number, other people with the same number will die as well." He put the revolver in the hand of the first person on the left. "Let's get started." The first person was the male host of a certain gold medal program on the TV station. He was in his thirties or forties. As far as career was concerned, it was the age when he was full of energy. When the heavy, cold and hard revolver fell into his hand. , the body couldn't help but trembled, and he grabbed the gun, but there was no movement for a while. He seemed to be stupid. The clown frowned, not very satisfied with the host's reaction, and reminded calmly but with a cold tone: "Time is limited, make a decision quickly, if you don't shoot after twenty seconds, you will die." He said seriously Starting to count down from twenty, a pair of bright eyes stared at the host. When the last five counts were left, the host seemed to have made up his mind, held the gun firmly with the correct posture, and suddenly raised the gun, but the muzzle of the gun was not aimed at his colleagues, but at the clown. The people who were being coerced were stunned, but the clown was very nervous, and no less than ten guns were pointed at the host. "You freak, let us go, or I will kill you." "Well, this is not in accordance with the rules of the game." The clown licked his lips, smiled coldly, and then snatched the revolver from the host's hand. Then he pointed the gun at Miracle's chin, leaving everyone stunned, but he smiled and said: "Boy, do you know how to be an excellent comedian?" The gunshot sounded, and everyone was startled. . The clown, who was safe and sound, did not change his expression. The curve of the corner of his mouth that was cut became even weirder, and he asked and answered the previous question. "It's time" "Then what is courage?" The clown pointed the gun at himself again, and then pulled the trigger. After a crisp impact, the clown was safe and sound, and his smile became even more terrifying. "Remain elegant in the face of pressure." "Who calls the shots in the game?" The clown once again pointed his gun at himself. Everyone was frightened to see it, but for some reason, they felt inexplicable admiration for the clown and had a sense of hope. The idea of ​​​​continuing to shoot empty with one shot. The sound of metal hitting the trigger was heard, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the clown like a god. "Me." The clown said calmly, pointed the gun at the host, and pulled the trigger. Gunshots rang out, blood surged from the back of the host's head, and he fell down with a bloody hole in his forehead. The clown handed the pistol to the fat man who was suspected to be a high-level official, and said softly with regret: "Unfortunately, there are only two bullets left. It seems that someone is bound to die." The fat man's hands were shaking. The clown saw it and said kindly: "Hold it carefully, if the fire accidentally breaks out, someone will be in great pain." The clown's words seemed to have a kind of magic power, making the fat man's movements become calm involuntarily, his waist straightened, and his hands became numb. Shaking, he pointed the gun steadily at his kidnapped colleague. The group of hostages suddenly made a commotion, crying, pleading, and carefully moving to avoid, but they were blocked by a group of clown robbers at gunpoint and confined to the studio stage. No one dared to resist. Bang Fatty closed his eyes and fired a shot, hitting a woman in the leg. The woman screamed and fell to her knees in pain. She cried and was caught by the clown's men and took out a playing card from her body. "Well, let's see who are the lucky ones." The clown did not announce the answer immediately. Instead, he placed the cards on a small table and then revealed them bit by bit, like a skilled gambler who was very willing to gamble. God's style. The clown raised a corner under the camera. Just when everyone was distracted by the clown's actions of drawing cards bit by bit, the clown suddenly lifted the entire photo and laughed: "Dangdang Sri 3" fs Most people in the studio breathed a sigh of relief. Only three people were yelling and looking at the fat man with resentment in their eyes. They resented why the fat man fired, resented why the woman was hit, and even resented why the dead host took the risk. Only no one resented the clown. "Hip-hop, get ready." The clown ignored all sentient beings and always looked like that. His thick makeup covered all his expressions, laughing and joking like a real clown in a comedy. "Oh, two minutes." The Joker looked at the time and suddenly said this, asking the cameraman to point the camera at him, "Hello, are Batman and the Director watching the Gotham City Joker's special channel? Or are you already here? "On the way here," at the police station, the captain, who had already assembled all the police officers who could be dispatched to fight, entered the chief's office and looked anxiously at Bai Lu, who had a face as deep as water but remained as still as a mountain. "Sir" "Stand by" Bai Lu ordered coldly. He still doesn't understand what the clown does, and he doesn't think about what the clown is going to do. But if the clown wants him to do something, the less he will do it.