Summoner from a certain American comic

"Quickie, I still have things to do." The clown said, "Do you know where the church in Raccoon City is?"

"My name is Claire, and I'm not from here." Claire didn't dare to offend this seemingly insane man.

"Okay." The clown nodded with satisfaction and said, "Then we will meet again."

After saying this, the clown walked out of the police station without looking back and walked towards the city.

Claire watched blankly as the clown left, with various thoughts running through her mind until her little friend Leon arrived.

After the clown left the police station, he searched for survivors everywhere. He wanted to find the church in Adam's information because he was very interested in the priest in the church who fed his sister with human flesh.

The clown was very lucky to find a city map in the city. According to the map's instructions, he quickly found his way to the church.

The Joker can read maps, so he knows how far the distances shown on the map are in reality.

If the clown had to walk to church, it would take at least 7 to 8 hours.

The clown came to the street, and there were walking zombies everywhere. This group of zombies kept looking for living creatures.

Several zombies were chasing a dark-skinned human, who was running and shouting for help.

"Dude, help me!"

The black man's eyes suddenly lit up and he spotted the clown standing on the roadside. He quickly ran to the clown and said breathlessly: "Brother, do you have anything to eat?"

"No." The clown glanced at the black man and shook his head.

"Okay, I'll look elsewhere, then I'll withdraw first." The black man smiled helplessly and said to the clown: "Actually, these brainless guys are not too scary, as long as you can run away If you're faster than him, he won't be able to catch you."

"Really?" The clown scratched his head. "But they won't get tired. As long as they pursue you firmly, they will always catch you."

"Come on, as long as I run out of their hunting range, it will be fine?" The black man showed two rows of big white teeth for the first time and said with a smile: "I used to be an athlete, even if I have one leg, I can outrun these brainless guys. Hurry!"

"I don't believe it, please prove it." The clown said seriously: "How can you run faster than them with just one leg?"

"Hahaha, do you want to make a bet?" The black man thought the clown was joking with him and suddenly laughed.

"Okay, I bet you can't run away from them on one leg." The clown said seriously while kicking the black man's right leg.

There was just a click, and the black man fell to the ground holding his right leg and wailing.

"You start running." The clown looked at the black man who had broken a leg.

There is no doubt that the black man's howl attracted a large number of zombies, and the black man with a broken leg could not even stand up, let alone run.

"You lost." The clown looked at the dead black man and shook his head. "I knew you were bragging just now."

Looking at the group of corpses eating on the street, the clown found that the traffic jam was a bit serious. Although the street was full of cars, it seemed that they couldn't move at all.

In desperation, the clown could only walk towards the church.

The clown didn't walk very fast because he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

What if the clown can't find Billis?

His mission is not to help Alice save the world!

What the clown did after he came to this world had no intention of developing the belief in the goddess of death at all. He was just playing a game.

Originally, the clown was not that evil, but when he found that the information Adam gave was different from the development of the matter, he felt a little interesting.

The clown had only been walking for less than five minutes when he found a motorcycle lying on the side of the road. The former owner of the motorcycle, with only half of his body left, was lying next to the motorcycle.

The clown looked at the road conditions and found that the motorcycle could drive on the road. He couldn't help whistling and stepped forward to help the motorcycle up.

The clown on the motorcycle couldn't help but turn the accelerator to the bottom.

A violent motorcycle was driving rapidly on the road, constantly dodging obstacles one after another.