The daily life of Baiyin Dachao

"Hahaha, our guest is a little excited."

The host clapped his hands, and an assistant brought up a round tray with five red balls in it.

The host said: "Mr. Clown, please perform a juggling act to bring laughter to the audience in front of the TV series."

"'Fuck! Am I on TV to put on a show for you?"

"Laughter? Why do I want to bring you laughter! You make me suffer, exploit me, and beat me. In your eyes, I am always a clown used for fun!"

The clown angrily overturned the assistant's disc.

Red balls fell to the ground, bouncing in front of the camera, and rolled out of the show's stage.

The host looked livid, pointed at the clown and sneered: "Who do you think you are? A clown, a murderer, a madman!"

"You are on this show just to please us and the audience. You are nothing!"

"Just outside the show, two police officers are waiting for you!"

The director asked someone to open the door to the show room and ask the Gotham police to come in and ask them to take the clown away.

The host faced the camera, immediately adjusted his mood, forced a smile, and said: "Now we invite the next guest."

The clown stood up quickly and said, "No, I'm not finished yet."

Two policemen stepped onto the stage with their hands in their belts.

When the clown saw the police approaching, he ran behind the sofa in panic and shouted: "I'm not a clown, I'm not a clown, I'm just his actor, I didn't commit a crime."

A Gotham policeman waved to the clown: "Come here and come with us."

"I do not go!"

The clown kept dodging on the stage.

A look of impatience appeared on the host's face, and he said angrily: "Get out of here, Mr. Impostor!"

"Counterfeit?"

"Yes, I'm a fake, but my anger is real! And my pistol is real too!!"

The clown yelled hysterically, took out a pistol from the inner pocket of his suit jacket, and aimed it at the host.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out throughout the program room.

Before the host could beg for mercy, his head was hit by a bullet, and blood splattered on the camera.

The blood-stained TV screen turned into a black screen amid screams, roars, and demented laughter.

The Chinese restaurant owner stopped wiping the cup and his eyes were a little dull.

"Dead... dead?"

Luo Chen said: "It's not just as simple as dying."

"This is a popular TV station that is broadcast throughout Gotham City. It also has the clown as a guest. The ratings must be very high. At least hundreds of thousands of Gotham City citizens saw the shooting just now."

He took a sip of buckwheat tea, slowly turned his head, and looked out the window at the streets of Gotham City.

The sun sets in the west.

The orange-red sunlight fills the glass curtain walls of high-rise buildings.

It makes this city warm.

But the warmth is extremely short-lived and is an illusion. What follows will be a chaotic and long dark night!

"The setting sun is like blood. I'm afraid it will be chaotic tonight."

Luo Chen said to the owner of the Chinese restaurant: "Let's close the door early today. After finishing my order, we will close the shop and go home, locking the doors and windows!"

The owner of the Chinese restaurant asked: "Why, today is Friday, business will be very good at night."

Luo Chen asked: "Is life more important or business?"

"Of course it's my life!"

The Chinese restaurant replied without thinking.

He suddenly sighed.

"Alas, the United States is really in chaos, and it's hard to make money in U.S. dollars. I'll discuss it with my wife later and return to my hometown next year."

"Here comes the dumplings!"

The landlady brought steaming cabbage and pork dumplings to the table.

"And vinegar."

The landlady placed a dipping bowl filled with vinegar next to the plate.

Luo Chen picked up the chopsticks and used the tips of the chopsticks to stir the minced garlic and chili sauce in the dipping bowl.

Smelling the pungent smell, Luo Chen murmured: "Of course it's my hometown."

only.

Luo Chen's hometown is in the Supreme Origin Universe, and he must become a transcendent universe-level existence before he can return home.

Luo Chen picked up a dumpling with thin skin and lots of meat, dipped it in vinegar, and put a cabbage and pork dumpling into his mouth.

The sweet and crunchy taste of cabbage, the mellow aroma of pork, the pungent taste of garlic chili vinegar, the smooth and tender dumpling wrappers, all kinds of delicacies exploded on Luo Chen's tongue.

"Hmm, it tastes good!"

Luo Chen gave a thumbs up.

The boss and his wife were very happy to be praised.

For caterers, nothing is more satisfying than compliments from diners.

Luo Chen ate the dumplings with big mouthfuls.

Who dares to believe that this person has the power to destroy the world?

Exploding stars was just a matter of a thought.

After finishing a plate of dumplings, Luo Chen paid the bill and specifically told him to close the shop and go home early. It would be chaotic and uneventful at night.

Fortunately, the boss listened and closed the shop after Luo Chen left.

did not expect.

Chaos came faster than expected.

Luo Chen went to a roadside convenience store to buy a bottle of soda and found clown masks and clown hoods hanging on the shelves of popular products.

A kid ran into a convenience store and said to the cashier, "I want a clown mask."

The cashier said, "Ten dollars."

At this time.

Two more young men wearing clown hoods broke into the convenience store with guns.

"Hand over all the money!"

A young man pointed a gun at the cashier.

The cashier raised his hands, took a few steps back, away from the cashier, and said fearfully: "I don't have any money."

Another young man climbed over the cash register and violently smashed the cash register with the butt of his gun.

The cash register drawer popped out, and the young man responsible for robbing the money reached out, grabbed the U.S. dollars one by one, and put them into his pocket.

After emptying the cash register, his companion waved to him and immediately rushed out of the convenience store, looking for his next target.

Upon seeing this, the child put on a clown mask, made a pistol shape with his little hand, pointed it at the cashier, and said in a childish voice: "Robbery! Hand over the money."

"Get out of here, I don't have any money!" the cashier yelled.

The child was so frightened that he ran away quickly.

"Boss, is this a luxury car?"

"'Fuck! It's a Rolls-Royce!"

"Smash it!"

Luo Chen was watching a show in a convenience store when he heard the sound outside and darted out.

Two young men who had just robbed a convenience store took out a homemade Molotov cocktail and smashed it into Luo Chen's Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

Luo Chen appeared beside the car in vain, reached out to grab the Molotov cocktail, and squeezed it violently with his fingers.

The exploding Molotov cocktail, a stream of fiery fire was vented out, and the next moment it rolled back and was swallowed up by the biological force field in Luo Chen's palm.

"court death!"

Luo Chen's eyes turned cold, and his eyes lit up with a blazing red light.

"Chi Chi Chi—"

In an instant.

Two red beams of heat vision shot out, sweeping across the asphalt road and the bodies of the two young men.

Before they could even scream, they were cut into pieces by the "laser" and their bodies fell to the ground.

Everything that blocks Luo Chen's sight will be cut into pieces!

The asphalt road left two bottomless ravines, with lava at the edges and hot air rising.

Without frowning, Luo Chen got into the Cullinan and drove back to his apartment in the East District.

Night falls.

The chaos begins!