The daily life of Baiyin Dachao

"Can you appreciate my dance?"

The clown seemed extremely happy, and he leaned in front of Luo Chen, grinning.

Because of the hideous scars on the corners of his lips, this smile is a bit scary.

"Do you know? Because I was a good dancer, my wife was afraid that I would dance with other women, so she slapped my mouth..."

As the clown was speaking, he put a finger into his mouth and pulled it hard along the corner of his mouth toward his ear.

"How's it going? Does it look like you want to be a comedy?"

Luo Chen looked at the clown expressionlessly and asked, "Do you tell this story to everyone you meet? And every version is almost the same."

"Have you heard my story?"

The clown moved his head from side to side, looking at Luo Chen carefully, and silently inserted his palm into the inside of the suit.

"To be honest, when I saw you for the first time, all the cells in my body were screaming and shouting, trying desperately to tell me how much I hate you!"

"I've only felt this feeling with Batman!"

"Of course, I don't want to kill you if I can. After all, you have good taste."

The clown suddenly pulled out the silencer-equipped pistol from his arms, and without blinking, he pulled the trigger without hesitation!

A low gunshot.

Yellow-orange bullets flew out of the gun's barrel and hit Luo Chen's forehead.

Luo Chen looked at the clown quietly with his eyes. He caught a glimpse of a "slow" bullet from the corner of his eye. He pinched the front of his nose with two fingers and immediately caught the bullet.

The Joker followed with two shots.

One bullet hit Luo Chen's heart, and another bullet hit Luo Chen's eye.

Because Luo Chen didn't close his eyes, the bullet hit his eyeball directly.

An incredible scene happened.

The bullet was like an egg hitting a stone. After it hit Luo Chen's eye, the seemingly fragile eye was not exploded. Instead, the bullet squeezed into a copper cake and fell to the ground.

"how is this possible?"

The clown looked at the pistol, a little doubtful of life.

"This is magic, right!"

asked the clown.

The voice did not fall.

The clown lifted up his suit jacket, pulled out an automatic rifle from behind, and fired wildly at Luo Chen.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Come on! Come on! Show me your magic!"

The clown laughed wildly while unleashing the powerful firepower of his automatic rifle.

All the 7.6mm medium and large caliber bullets hit Luo Chen.

Covered by the biological force field, even his clothes were not broken.

Luo Chen stepped forward, facing the firepower of the automatic rifle, and walked forward with an indifferent expression.

"We have an idiom in the East called a clown. Do you think it looks like you?"

Luo Chen asked.

The clown looked fierce, without any fear.

He emptied one magazine, loaded another, and continued shooting.

"I don't believe I can't kill you!"

The clown yelled crazily.

"What's your ghost name?"

Luo Chen had already walked up to the clown. With a tall and mighty figure of over 1.8 meters, he lowered his head and looked down at the clown.

Even at such a short distance.

The firepower of the automatic rifle was of no use to Luo Chen.

However, due to the biological force field, the bullet did not ricochet.

The clown looked up at Luo Chen, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Luo Chen turned his back to the sun, and Kong Wu's powerful body cast a shadow, covering the clown.

He is not much taller than the clown, but in the eyes of the clown, Luo Chen is taller and bigger, which brings endless pressure.

The clown didn't know what fear was, but at this moment, he felt inexplicably timid.

This timidity was once again replaced by madness.

"Ahhh! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

The Joker continues to fire.

At this time.

One big hand held the hot barrel of the gun, and his thumb blocked the dark barrel of the gun.

"Bang" sound.

Luo Chen's thumb was not exploded, but the automatic rifle exploded. The bullets exploded and the clown's hands were dripping with blood.

The clown didn't hesitate at all, threw the gun and ran away.

"Are you scared? Why did you run away?"

Luo Chen flashed and appeared in front of the clown out of thin air.

The clown who climbed up the stairs in panic turned around and ran down.

The sole of his foot stuttered, and his whole body rolled down the steps like a rubber ball.

Luo Chen picked up the clown like a chicken.

"You seem to be worth some money."

Luo Chen remembers that the clown robbed a bank before and stole tens of millions of dollars, which was the black money that a certain gang boss wanted to launder.

Afterwards, the gangster offered a reward of millions of dollars to catch the clown.

"I don't know if you killed that gang boss."

"Forget it, it's just a few million dollars, and it's not worth a trip in person."

Luo Chen stretched out his arms and lifted the clown higher and higher.

The clown kicked the air with his feet, his face gradually turned red, he forced a smile and said: "If you want money, I can give it to you!"

"I have a lot of money. As long as you cooperate with me, ruling Gotham is not a problem at all!!"

"Why should I cooperate with you?"

"I can rule Gotham by myself, what do you want me to do?"

"Oh, by the way, don't you like playing games? Let's play a little game."

Luo Chen flipped his other hand and directly used the secret door to send a revolver.

He poured out all but one bullet from the revolver and turned the wheel with his fingers.

"There is one bullet left in it. As long as you can survive, I can let you go this time."

The clown grabbed Luo Chen's wrist with both hands and spoke with more effort, squeezing out a voice from his throat: "The bullet can't penetrate your skin at all, it's not fair!"

"fair?"

Luo Chen sneered.

"The word "fair" comes from your clown's mouth. It's a bit childish."

"How can there be fairness in this Gotham City, no, in this world?"

Luo Chen picked up the revolver, pointed it at his temple, and fired four shots in succession without any hesitation.

The gun is empty! !

"Looks like I'm lucky."

Luo Chen smiled, turned the revolver holster on his finger a few times, and then handed it to the clown.

The clown picked up the revolver, sweat growing on his forehead and his arms trembling.

"Damn, what am I shaking?"

The clown struck his other arm with one hand and growled angrily.

Scared?

does not exist!

How could he, the clown, be afraid! !

The clown grinned, put the revolver against his temple, and pulled the trigger!

"boom"

Gunshots.

A loud gunshot echoed over the long stairs.

The clown's head exploded with blood, and then his arms dropped weakly.

"One in two chance, it seems your luck is not very good."

Luo Chen put down the clown and put away the revolver, automatic rifle, and the pistol with a silencer.

Although no one in Gotham City has a gun, Luo Chen, who likes to do things in a orderly manner, still put away these guns.

The real Joker is dead.

But who knew he was the real clown?

He was just a corpse whose death was left uninvestigated in the East End.

The wind of rebellion has been blowing in Gotham City.

Clown hoods are sold in convenience stores along the road.

The "deviant" clown has even become the idol of many people.