Forced to focus on daily life [Comprehensive English and American]

The clown has messy hair and weird and funny makeup, but he is wearing a rather elegant three-piece iron gray suit, and a gold pocket watch hangs decently on the suit jacket. The expensive-looking clothes were already covered in dust, and the cuffs and trousers were also crumpled. If you look carefully, you can still see the bloodstains hidden under the lines and colors of the suit.

Standing on the roof of a half-collapsed building, he put his left shoulder slightly lower than his right shoulder, and his posture looked very relaxed and leisurely, as if he was admiring the phlox growing in his garden.

The moment Rosie saw him, she tensed her nerves immediately. With a solemn face, she pushed back the half-drawn broom, took out a Beretta M92 pistol from the void, and pointed the muzzle at him. Targeting the clown, he put his right index finger on the trigger.

But at this moment, the clown standing on the top of the building didn't show any surprise at the pistol/gun that Rosie suddenly pulled out, and he didn't panic about being pointed at. Instead, he put down the revolver in his hand and said with a smile: " Sorry, I thought there shouldn't be people in this place." He paused, then emphasized, "Living people."

Rosie squinted at him, looking up and down out of the corner of her eye.

The clown is not an ordinary criminal. His appearance will never be unplanned. It can be said that from his appearance to his escape, every link is filled with the careful and detailed planning of his criminal genius. Although he only had a seemingly useless revolver now, Rosie believed that there were more deadly threats that she could not see.

Rosie was not familiar with Gotham City, and it was her first time visiting this slum, so she knew nothing about the laneways and buildings in this area.

And according to the system warning, she cannot use the identity of the night witch during the day.

"I'm still a living person who knows how to use a gun. Yes, there are many such people in Gotham." The clown said with a smile, he took a step forward, walked to the edge of the roof, lowered his head slightly, and looked at Going up, Rosie pointed a gun at him, and tilted her head again, "Madam, you may not believe it, but I think you look so familiar, yes, you look familiar."

Just as Rosie was about to reply, she suddenly heard a low voice from behind: "Then, do you think I look familiar, sir?"

She turned her head and saw Jason standing not far from her. Because he rushed to the scene of the explosion to rescue the two children, his hair and clothes were stained with dust, and he looked embarrassed. Luotuo, like an inconspicuous slum boy.However, the first thing Rosie saw was his eyes filled with too many complicated emotions.Those blue eyes were firmly suppressed by the brows, but they couldn't suppress the anger and hatred that were about to come out.

—as Rosie had seen him when she first met him.

The difference was that it was Batman Bruce Wayne who was staring at him like this, and this time, it was the notorious criminal in Gotham City, the Joker.

After hearing this voice, the clown also turned his head and looked over there. After a brief moment of stupefaction, the corners of his mouth, which had been cut and painted red with red dye, raised high, and a weird smile came out of his throat. He laughed and kept clapping his hands, as if he had seen a wonderful stage play.

Rosie looked at Jason with some doubts, and then at the clown who was laughing so hard that he could hardly breathe. At this moment, there was another explosion/explosion sound from behind her, and she turned her head quickly, only seeing a few A burst of sparks that were somewhat dim under the clear sky, and Iron Man falling from the place where the sparks bloomed.

She gritted her teeth, and turned her head to look at Jason. At this time, Jason had already pulled out the two Desert Eagle pistols/guns that he carried with him, and pointed them at the clown standing on the roof. He didn't even look at Rosie. , just stared at the figure standing on the roof, and said in a deep voice, "The clown belongs to me. As for you, Miss Mathers, go and do what you should do."

Rosie looked at Jason's sullen look at this time, and thought of the photo of the woman she saw in his bedside drawer before. The question turned in her mind for half a circle, and was severely suppressed again. She gritted her teeth, hurriedly said "I have something urgent to ask you later", then turned around and ran towards the area where Iron Man was.

Rosie never imagined that one day she would run around the slums full of ruins like she did when she was a child, wearing a pair of poor-quality plastic slippers that didn't fit her feet.

At that time, she was still living under the protection of Natalia, chasing the bicycles of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old black boys next door, stepping through the smelly puddles at the foot of the fence, and stepping on the perennially wet ground The moss growing between the cracks of the bricks. At that time, she didn't know that she would lose Natalia one day and completely lose the days of living in Herson. She didn't know that she would also wear it one day. A pair of slippers that also didn't fit her feet, walked through the slums full of gravel and twisted steel bars, and ran towards a person who should not belong to her world.

Iron Man's bomb/bomb handling plan is still in progress, because of his efforts, this area is not like the area where Jason lives, most of which have become ruins, and those low and dilapidated houses are still intact, stunned. Standing in place watching the fireworks one after another.

When Rosie ran to the street corner, she had already started to pant slightly. She leaned on the wall of the house at the street corner with her right hand, exhaled, and when she was about to continue chasing forward, she suddenly saw in the small window at hand, A little boy was lying on the window sill in the house, staring at her curiously.

She froze for a moment, then shouted to the little boy through the glass window: "It's dangerous here, leave quickly."

The little boy didn't reply, just stared at her, tilted his head, and then propped his elbows on the window sill, driving his body, and jumped up hard.

There seemed to be a scolding sound from inside the room, and after the little boy jumped to the ground, he shrank back down with fear on his face.

And at the moment he jumped up, Rosie saw the window behind her being pushed open from the reflection of the window glass, and two submachine guns stretched out from the window, aiming at the window. her.She didn't show her face, she quickly looked away, looked at the little boy lying on the window sill, adjusted the expression on her face, put on the most standard Rosie Mathers smile, and said softly: " Kid, step back a little, okay?"

The little boy looked at her curiously.

"Stay back a little, stay away from the window, and I'll take you to buy taffy later." Rosie said with a smile, "If you want, I can also take you to a Burger King."

The little boy's eyes lit up, he nodded heavily, and then trotted back a few steps.

"Just stand there and don't lean over," said Rosie.

After getting the little boy's nod and promise, the gentle smile on her face disappeared immediately, and she pulled out two UMP45 submachine guns from the void at a very fast speed, holding one in each hand, and turned around Then he started shooting frantically at the opposite window.

The killer on the opposite side was caught off guard, one of the guns slipped down from the window, and the other started to fire back after a short reaction time. At the same time, the series of gunshots seemed to send out a signal , There were gunshots from all directions, and the targets of those bullets were all Rosie who was running around the street with two guns in hand.

Rosie was in the middle of a hail of bullets almost the moment she shot herself. She didn't change her expression. After knocking down the two killers on the opposite side, she had already dodged to the door of the opposite room while avoiding the flying arrows. The bullet kicked open the door.

The furnishings in this house are simple, and it can almost be described as barren. Except for the two killer corpses in black shock-absorbing suits at the window, there are two corpses in the living room and kitchen, a man and a woman. Dressed and dressed, it should be the original owner of this house.

Rosie only took a quick glance, and then ran upstairs. While going up the stairs, she took out the AWM sniper/gun that she had spent a lot of money on when she was drunk, and loaded the gun while going upstairs. bullet.

The second floor of this house is even more empty than the first floor. The window glass facing the street has been shattered, and there is almost no shelter. She stood sideways in front of the window, trying to recall the direction of the bullets that shot at her before, Then he set up his gun, squinted his eyes halfway, and found the murderer hidden behind the cross on the roof of the church in the distance from the scope of the sniper/gun, and then pulled the trigger.

With a heavy gunshot from AWM, the killer who was hidden behind the cross on the roof of the church in the scope fell heavily on the roof before he even had time to make a sound.

Rosie withdrew the gun as soon as she succeeded in shooting, and when she was about to change to another place, she saw that the door of that house was pulled open from the inside, and a small head poked out.

Rosie was suffocating at this moment, and at this moment, the little boy standing at the door raised his head, just in time to see her standing in front of the window, his eyes lit up, and one foot had already stepped out of the threshold.

With a "bang", Rosie heard a sound of a bullet popping out of the barrel.

"No!" Rosie yelled in a hurry, stepped on the window sill, and flew down from the window on the second floor. The moment she appeared, bullets rained down on her like raindrops. Throwing away the AWM in his hand that he bought at a huge price, he ran to the little boy with all his strength, pulled him into his arms, and turned his back to the direction of the bullet.

And in the next moment, she felt herself falling into a cold and hard embrace, and at the same time, the sound of bullets hitting metal objects one after another came from her ears.

She widened her eyes, then slowly lowered her head, and saw a red steel arm around her waist.

"you……"

"Why do I want to say 'Long time no see' to you just for one night?" A male voice with a mocking smile sounded amidst the continuous sound of bullets hitting, "Secretary Mathers."