villain public enemy

For the criminals in Arkham, today was the same as usual, except that some escaped mouse had been caught again.

Lunch time is the only time for the super criminals in Arkham to relax. Originally, lunch was delivered to each criminal’s door on an iron plate, but a certain humanitarian declared that such an approach was really against humanity, and it was reported in the media. Talk about it.

As a result, the Arkham criminals ushered in a one-hour lunch break.

It happened to be lunch time when Juce arrived, and he noticed that when passing by the restaurant, the tense bodies of the two police detectives who dragged along the way seemed to be guarding against possible attacks from all directions at any time. The criminals in that restaurant made no secret of their malice and killing intent.

Who is the culprit here?Juss cursed in his heart.

Being pushed heavily into the cell, Qius staggered a bit, and after standing still, the cell door was locked again.

Juss walked to the cell door. There was a small window with iron pillars welded in the middle. The gap between the iron pillars was so thin that even a piece of paper could not pass through. At this moment, several criminals walked away laughing. When they came over, they looked at ease, as if the security personnel following them were like their bodyguards.

"Hey, little John, you're still back. How's the outside world?" A guy with a face as pale as a dead man approached Jus's door, waved his hand at him, and asked sarcastically.

Qiu Si couldn't figure out the relationship between these people and the original owner, but he didn't intend to play this role well, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a sneer, "It's not good, you know, I thought it was scary enough to have you idiots here I didn't expect the people outside to be more stupid, so I came in to play with you."

"You!" the junkie obviously didn't expect Joss to reply, and slammed the window angrily, resulting in a roar of rage.

"What an idiot, an idiot like you should stay in the cage well, you know, even breathing can kill people outside." Qiu Si said pointedly.

The addict's companion stood still, allowing the security personnel to urge them back to their cell, watching the two with a spectatorial attitude.

"Let you go...!" Just as the junkie was about to yell, he suddenly coughed several times, as if he was about to cough up his lungs, his pale face flushed like a pig's head, he pinched his own neck, breathing desperately, as if something was snatching the air from his mouth.

Security personnel initially thought he was having a drug addiction, but when they held him down, it turned out that wasn't the case.

The scrambling security staff didn't make any good changes to the addict's situation. Juss slowly leaned against the door, "Hey, I'm afraid this guy doesn't have enough oxygen, you just go and get an oxygen tank."

At this moment, quite a few people were already walking towards us from the back of the hospital corridor.

After seeing through the reasons for the hesitation of those security personnel, Qiu Si said lazily: "You just send someone to get the oxygen tank, and these garbage won't get away anyway."

"Little John, I think you are crazy! How dare you talk to me like this." Another muscular man said, and he raised his fist at him threateningly.

Juce whistled and said jokingly, "You have really good muscles. I mean, a weak guy like you might have to have these muscles that are actually useless to sleep peacefully."

Qiu Si's poisonous tongue was on full display. If the security personnel hadn't stopped the muscular man in time, he probably wanted to rush over and crush Qiu Si with his teeth.

"Hey, that unlucky guy on the ground seems to be dying." Juss said with a smile showing his teeth.

The guy was already twitching on the ground.Security personnel quickly went to fetch oxygen tanks.

The hapless junkie was freed after security brought oxygen tanks.

"Tsk tsk!" Qiu Si shook his head and shrugged helplessly, "I'm really helpless, how can someone be so stupid?"

"Haha, look what I missed, a good show, isn't it? My dear little 'John'." Unique blue hair, distorted face, just hearing the voice is enough to make those super criminals follow trembling.

clown?Joss raised his eyebrows. How could this guy be in Arkham Asylum?

If you want to talk about the grievances between Qiu Si and the clown, it's that the child has no mother-it's a long story.

It can be said that every time Juss and the Winter Soldier came to Gotham to perform a mission, they either happened to run into the Joker doing trouble, or they ran into the Joker as a result of doing trouble.

It's simply evil!

Juce was not surprised that the clown would recognize him as not the goddamn John, he was surprised that the clown could be caught.

It's really a narrow road for enemies!

"I feel like you are someone I know, is it my illusion?" The clown grinned grinningly and approached the door of Juss' cell.

Juss stepped back, he didn't want the clown to discover his true colors, "It seems so, I guess the common reason for you to appear here is due to your low IQ."

"Pfft!" A security guard finally couldn't help laughing out loud. No one has ever dared to speak to these super criminals. If he could, he really wanted to give this John a thumbs up.

The clown chuckled, and said in a low voice: "It seems that we have found a very eloquent little John. That is really a great thing to celebrate!"

"Let'sputa□□ileonthatface!"

Joss said expressionlessly: "Come on, clown, put away your tricks, instead of playing with you, I'd rather go to hell."

As soon as the voice fell, the lights in the corridor began to flicker inexplicably, making a "sizzling" sound.

A gust of gloomy, sticky wind was blowing from nowhere, and there seemed to be countless peeping eyes hidden in the corners, with resentment, jealousy and hatred in those eyes.

With a "snap", a newly replaced light tube seemed to be shattered in fear, and the fragments of the light tube fell to the ground, reflecting the figure that appeared at the end of the corridor.

It was a distorted figure that could not be described in any words.

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