undercover manga

"Hahahaha... It seems that today is my lucky day!"

The man wearing a rustic suit but with clown makeup laughed hysterically. In the end, he was clapping to himself and laughing so hard that he couldn't stand upright.

The surrounding tourists felt uncomfortable with this man's weird posture, and all kinds of eyes focused on the clown at the same time.

And the clown seems to like this feeling of being in the spotlight.

His laughter stopped suddenly, and then he suddenly straightened his back and saluted everyone around him elegantly.

"Why are you all so nervous? Let me perform a show for you."

He pulled out a silk scarf from the chest pocket of his suit and waved it around to show it to the left and right.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the silk scarf, and some people suddenly realized that it was just a clown performing a show.

The silk scarf fluttered like a butterfly. The clown covered his hand with it and then opened it instantly, turning out a bouquet of colorful flowers.

By this time, someone was already applauding him.

Under the sporadic applause, the clown smiled slightly.

Xia Hua in the crowd always felt that this smile was extremely evil.

The clown again covered the bouquet with the scarf.

The next time he opened it, a gift box appeared in his hand.

"This gift must be given to the purest person."

The clown jumped up and down and delivered the gift box to a little girl's hand.

"Now, make a wish."

The little girl held the gift box and closed her eyes.

Everyone around looked at this scene with kind eyes.

Only Xia Hua felt something was wrong.

When the girl opened her eyes, the clown untied the bow on the gift box for her.

As the package unfolded, the first thing exposed was a lead, followed by a round black ball.

That's a bomb.

Our Mr. Clown thoughtfully lit the bomb with a match, but the matchstick broke twice because of too much force.

It wasn't until the fire lit up and made a sizzling sound that the tourists woke up from a dream and instinctively screamed and fled.

The clown looked at the chaotic crowd and laughed.

"Why are you all so nervous? Let's have a laugh."

Under the clown's weird and crazy behavior, his eyes looked around clearly, as if he was overlooking the world from another height.

At this time, the fuse of the bomb had burned to the end.

With the electronic sound of "BOOM", star-like fireworks erupted from the top of the bomb.

It turns out this is just a prop made into a bomb.

The changes in the expressions of the people around him who were scrambling to escape, from frightened to confused to angry, completely satisfied the clown's morbid psychology.

He enjoys this kind of prank and dissecting people's dark psychology.

Before the fateful opponent appears, the clown uses this game-like method as entertainment.

"I need a ticket to Gotham. Can you guys please help this clown?"

He used a pitiful tone and played his role poorly.

What they got in return were curses and boos, and some people picked up their mobile phones to call the police.

When the clown saw this, he quickly ran away.

Just as people were applauding and celebrating for driving away a bad guy, Xia Hua's hands and feet were cold and the blood in his body was stagnant.

This is a clown!This is the clown!

No one knows better than him what the Joker represents.

It was chaos, disorderly darkness.

It is said that there are three kinds of people in the DC world apart from the general public.

upright.

villain.

And...the clown.

This shows how special this number one villain in American comics is.

Xia Hua watched the troubled figure leaving comically, and after confirming that he didn't notice him, he quietly left the park.

After arriving on Fifth Avenue, Xia Hua found a coffee shop, ordered a cup of tea, and looked at the HSBC Bank diagonally outside the window.

While he was looking out the window, he saw a figure sitting opposite him from the corner of his eye.

Xia Hua didn't like sharing seats with others, so he spoke politely without looking back.

"Sorry, I like to sit alone."

But after hearing this sentence, the man made no move.

Xia Hua turned his head impatiently, and the next second, he saw a figure that frightened him.

"You seem to know me? What are you afraid of anymore?"

Green hair, pale makeup, and corners of the mouth that looked like they were soaked in blood.

A clown, a clown.

Xia Hua kept calm and did not dare to show any flaws.

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

The clown smiled disdainfully and tapped his head with his finger.

"Are you doubting my intelligence?"

No, I think you are crazy.

Xia Hua complained in his heart.

Traveling to the world of American comics, Xia Hua, who has memories of his previous life, dare not say that he knows everything, but he remembers most of the named characters and some major events to a close.

There are so many good and bad characters in American comics, but the one he least wants to interact with is the Joker.

No one knows this crazy idea. Maybe he himself has no fixed thinking and always thinks of something as it comes out.

But this guy has a high IQ.

Even if he is defeated and killed.

After a while, he will be resurrected with full health, or he will change a new image and then come out to make trouble, fall in love and kill Batman.

This is very annoying.

There are characters in the world who never die or exit.

As the first villain and the screenwriter's father, the pleasant clown gets this kind of treatment.

Before the Batman CP was born, being targeted by the Joker was not a good thing.

Xia Hua tried hard to reduce his sense of existence.

But thinking about what he was holding against Lewis’s face now, a bold idea gradually emerged in his mind.

Even though Batman hasn't been born yet, the Joker's essence is chaos, and he wants to see the world burn.

But since I don’t have an opponent, I haven’t been able to get excited.

It's better to let the Joker help to make this robbery more complicated and confusing, so that he can fish in troubled waters.

Thinking of this, Xia Hua had an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Mr. Clown, do you want to play a game?"

The clown stared at him, his eyes twisted.

This means he is interested.

"You said."

Xia Hua regarded the bank robbery plan as a competition and talked about it.

"Whoever steals more money is the winner."

The little scandal said, the corners of his mouth opened in an exaggerated arc, almost reaching the base of his ears.

This is simply not an expression that normal people can make.

Xia Hua clearly saw the scars on his face.

"What about the bet?"

The clown said, looking at Xia Hua expectantly, wanting to hear something more interesting from his mouth.

Bet on your life?That's so boring!

What could it be?

The clown was curious.

"Bet? This is just a game, a joke."

Xia Hua shrugged easily.

Hearing this sentence, the clown's pupils moved uncontrollably, with a weird look, as if his eyes were not under his control at all.

"You're so funny."

"Count me in for this game."