American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Gentlemen, please show your gentlemanly manners and give priority to ladies! Please let in the lucky audience!" The clown stood in the studio and shouted happily to the outside.

The camera lens, in the hands of a guy wearing a clown mask on his face, moved to the door of the studio.

A few unlucky women were pushed in by their hair, and their screams of terror were as terrifying as the end of the world here.

There was one woman in particular whose hair was pulled out and she screamed in pain. The clown member even kicked her, as if complaining that her screams were too noisy.

With a bang, a gunshot rang out, and the Joker member fell to the ground with a bullet hole between his eyebrows.

The clown held a silver revolver and shouted coldly: "Show some gentlemanly manners, we are not robbers! There is no need to rob houses and scare others, understand?"

His voice echoed in the studio and could be heard by people outside.

The woman who fell to the ground had her hair disheveled and was trembling with fear, especially as the blood on the ground spread over her.

"Ma'am, please forgive his rudeness. I apologize." The clown stood in front of the woman, knelt on one knee and extended his hand.

Just like the nobleman proposing marriage, the frightened woman was also stunned when she saw this scene. Her mood swings had made her lose the ability to think.

The clown asked seriously: "Can you forgive him?"

The woman looked stunned, not knowing how to answer, but she nodded instinctively. She couldn't just shake her head, right?

The clown heaved a sigh of relief when he saw her nod. "That's great. You are a kind lady. Please go and tell him in person that you have forgiven him."

Before he finished speaking, the clown put the gun to the woman's forehead and pulled the trigger in the woman's incredulous gaze.

Another gunshot rang out, and the woman fell backwards to the ground with a confused look on her face. She never knew until her death why she had met with such a misfortune.

Then, the clown waved his hand, and the corpses were dragged out by two clown members, leaving two bloody carpets on the marble floor, making others dare not make any sound.

"Okay, let's start our show. By the way, we still need a host. Who is willing to perform on stage?"

The clown placed his hands on his chest, hooked his thumbs into the straps on his body, and tilted his head as if he heard a sound.

"What? You want me to be the host? No, no, no, I'm the referee. How can I be the host?"

The clown said in embarrassment: "If there is no referee, how can the game start?"

"Let's be fair. I'll just point my finger at the person who doesn't want to do it. I'll throw him off the building. That's it!"

The clown turned around, with his back to the glass wall of the studio, raised one hand to cover his eyes, and pointed behind him with the other hand, his fingers shaking constantly.

All the people outside were driven over by the clown members and stood in front of the glass wall, waiting for this "lucky person".

Jason stood by the glass wall with his neck shrunk. He knew what kind of criminal the Joker was. To say that he was moody was a good description. He was a madman who did things without considering the consequences.

The two gunshots just now really scared him. The Joker even killed his own people! This... This really made Jason unable to understand.

As Nygma once said: If one day you share the same thoughts with this madman, then you are also a madman.

Jason didn't want to become a madman yet, but he was also curious. Is the Joker dead?

It was Nygma who went to check it out personally, and when he came back, he brought him two autopsy photos as a gift.

On Jason's desk, there is a potato bomb ornament given to him by Miaomu. It really looks very cute. Under his careful care, the potato has sprouted and grown a section.

"Clang clang clang!!!"

The clown smiled and turned around, his eyes focused on his fingers, and walked towards the glass wall of the studio step by step. He looked like a duck dance during the peacock dance, which looked very funny.

But no one present dared to laugh, only those people prayed to God for help with trembling lips.

Jason watched the clown approaching and mentally cursed out all the dirty words he had learned while wandering the streets.

This bastard is coming for him, this is revenge!

This is definitely a clown admirer, and his revenge is for him. After all, it was his godfather Naegi who threw the clown off the building...

Thinking back to what the Joker just said...

Jason immediately stopped struggling, it was confirmed... he would definitely be thrown down from the building.

But, if you want to avenge yourself, you don't have to make such a big scene, right? Those who died...

The fallen bodies and the bloody scene.

It flashed before Jason's eyes, but he felt no fear at all. He just felt a little sorry that he was going to die just after living a good life.

Probably no one will reheat Mr. Nygma's dinner, and he hasn't bought anything with the pocket money that Naegi gave him. He has already prepared it to buy Christmas presents.

However, he couldn't let the Joker off easily! Even if it was for the sake of those who died, he needed justice! Someone would avenge him!

Jason's face changed, a fierce look appeared on his face, he reached into his pocket and took out a broad brass knuckle made of copper bullet casing, put it on his hand, and clenched it into a fist.

Just as the clown walked to the wall, looked at Jason with a playful look in his eyes and pointed his finger at him.

A hand reached out from the crowd behind, grabbed Jason's hand and pulled him to the back. The sudden pull made Jason a little dazed, but when he reacted.

The person who was holding his hand had already stood in front of him. It was her!

Jason looked at the black hair and immediately understood that it was that stupid woman from before... What was her name?

Jason realized that he didn't seem to know her name, but the clown's finger was already pointing at her through the glass.

"Ding... huh???" The clown was also stunned.

When the people behind the glass wall saw that the clown had chosen the person, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Although the sound was very small, when so many people breathed out together, it was like a verdict.

The Joker didn't care too much. It didn't matter who it was, as long as it was interesting, although he really wanted to drag Jason out and beat him up in front of the camera.

However, the program is the most important, and he is very responsible.

"Okay, let's welcome this beautiful host!" The clown clapped his hands, took two steps back, and shouted loudly outside.

Two members of the Joker came over with submachine guns, dispersed the crowd, and started to drag Alexis towards the studio.

"Wait, the person you're looking for is me! Naegi is my godfather!"

Jason stepped forward. He would not let others sacrifice for him, and he had nothing to hide.

"Get out of here!" The Joker members shouted unceremoniously. They pointed submachine guns at Jason like robots following orders. They didn't care about seedlings or trees.

Jason looked at these clown members, his fingers trembling slightly on the trigger, and he didn't dare to take a gamble.

Standing under their guns is the biggest gamble.

“What’s your name…” Jason looked at the stupid woman standing in front of him. His stubborn personality wouldn’t allow him to owe anyone anything.

"Alexis Kaye, I'm also your little fan."

Alexis smiled, but before she could say anything, she was dragged into the studio by the clown member.

At the same time, police cars had gathered under the Gotham TV building and the surrounding traffic was blocked.

The Joker's live broadcast caused a sensation in the entire Gotham. The police phone lines were almost blowing up, and the mayor even personally intervened.

Police Chief Loeb went to the scene in person and took command, determined to settle the case at all costs.