The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

Wilson wanted to get rid of the clown in front of the metropolis, but no one dared to mess with Napier, who was so excited. Mr. Ogu shot himself in the foot, so he had to take a step back, acquiescing to the big trouble behind him.

"Your goals are too obvious." Wilson slid the screen away in disgust, and glanced at the time, "Maybe we should change our look while Clark isn't here? Last time's outfit was good, although the fuchsia striped suit was a bit exaggerated , at least it looks normal than the hospital gown, and there is a hat that can cover most of the face..." After talking for a long time, no one answered, he twitched the corner of his mouth and looked back, and sure enough, there was no one around.

You won't be cheated again, will you?Thinking of the many experiences of dealing with the aftermath of the clown in the past, he couldn't help wrinkling his face severely.

There was a lot of noise from the square not far away. Wilson's heart moved, and he ran over in a few steps, trying to squeeze a bloody path through the swarming crowd, and finally saw what was inside the encirclement.

Sure enough, it was that careless Napier!

The clown and his new subordinate, the clown girl, were in high spirits. At some point, they ran to the center of the square and gave balloons and candies to a group of children. Consider how difficult the cops in Gotham are looking for them.

Hmm... Maybe it's not too difficult?

The clown saw Wilson sharply.He interrupted his friend's rant with a funny connection, "Welcome to the Crazy Circus, I'm Jack the Clown!"

"..."

"Why so serious?" The clown's voice sounded very aggrieved, "We have changed our clothes."

Wilson snorted, "Switch from patient clothes to clown clothes?"

"That's my favorite!"

"No favourite." Wilson gave an ultimatum coldly, "Now, stop all this, take your little girlfriend, and go with me to remove makeup and change clothes." Maybe the words "little girlfriend" hit the spot Halle's g-spot, the infatuated girl suddenly quieted down, her eyes sparkling with excitement.The clown protested dissatisfiedly, "It's just an assistant", but he fell silent. The poor young man just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a familiar ringing of the phone coming from his hand.

Looking down at the flickering phone screen, the head of the contact marked with the corn icon jumped up happily, indicating that the change plan was stranded. Resigned to his fate, he pressed the answer button, "Hey, Clark, long time no see."

"Of course, it's already here, but I brought my family here..."

"Don't worry, I'm also your old friend, and we will get along well."

……

"So this is the old friend you're talking about?" Clark rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, his face wrinkled into a bun.He pulled Wilson over and asked him anxiously, "Why is the clown here!"

The first meeting was a fierce fight regardless of casualties, and the battle in the wooden house at the foot of the mountain was a tragic one.Although it turned out that he was the one who made the mistake of the kidnapper and hit the wrong person, and it was the clown who suffered the worst injury, not him, but the innocent and upright Kent boy still couldn't get over that hurdle.

Without him, the clown's reckless madness and exaggerated actions made him overwhelmed, not to mention the coveted eyes that the other party looked at him at this time.

"Little earth cat, long time no see." As he was muttering, the clown's big head came closer, and his arms waved in rhythm, which looked more like a hug.

"Uh... what's that called." Clark turned away, his face full of embarrassment.

Wilson patted the boy's shoulder sympathetically, "That's a nickname. It's been called that since the last time we parted, when he still had multiple fractures lying on the ground."

It's a pity that the simple Kent boy didn't feel comforted at all.And most importantly, "The entire police force in Gotham is frantically looking for him, how dare you bring him here blatantly?"

Wilson gave Clark a reproachful look, "This is not in my plan. I originally planned to find a place to settle him, but when Jack heard your name, he refused to get off the plane, so in the end he had to take him all the way." Flying over." So the responsibility is on you.

Clark choked, and instinctively felt that it was not a good thing for the clown to take care of him.Although with the explosion, Arkham's dirty experiments were exposed, although the exposure was only a flash in the pan, and was soon covered up by unknown forces, but as Superman, he is still one of the few people who knows the truth.He didn't think there was anything wrong with blowing up the experimental building, but he still didn't agree with the clown who killed all the experimental participants ruthlessly. After all, many doctors inside were just forced to join, and didn't really become criminals.

But it's ridiculous to ask the clown with his own three views.The newly-promoted Superman himself knew this, so he coughed and changed the subject abruptly, "Well, I rented a house here and settled down, so I planned to hold a party and invited many friends."

"Who is coming?"

"My new friends in the metropolis, and of course the senior Luis, I wanted to invite Morgan and the others, but unfortunately the baus are on the field, so I'm afraid they won't be able to come. Oh, by the way, the professor from my hometown just happened to pass by, and he will come to join in the fun .”

Wilson nodded. He just asked casually, and didn't pay special attention to the person Clark was talking about, so he dwarfed and sat in the silver-gray sedan parked by the roadside.The young man is in short supply, renting a house has already cost him a lot of salary, and it took him a long time to save before he bought a second-hand car for transportation.

Twirling the rearview mirror, Clark started the car.

Kent's house was not far from the square, and after about ten minutes, they stopped in front of a white house.Most of the people living in this neighborhood are low-income people, and the rented house in Kent is not big, but fortunately, although the sparrow is small and complete, it even has a small independent garden. It’s not a big deal to have afternoon tea in the yard in your spare time. taste.

Although I heard Clark's description all the way, he was so busy with work that he had to talk about whether he had time for afternoon tea.

The party was scheduled for the evening, and no one could guarantee that Clark's friends would not recognize the clown and Harley, and would not cause them any trouble. In order to do it once and for all, Wilson forced Jack to remove the paint from his face, and then fought with Clark again. Get ready to peel off that clown skin.

Harley's mind is on the clown, and she can change her costume obediently with just a verbal threat of "send me back to Gotham if I don't change my costume".Now wearing the most common white T-shirt with hot pants, pitifully being blocked from the door, listening to the jingling bells and clangs of confrontation in the room, he couldn't stop hammering the door worriedly.

The clown is right in the door, and the two "bad friends" are watching.He resisted this very much. If there was only Wilson, it would be hard to say whether he could be subdued, but now there is a little local cat, this guy who is almost invincible under the yellow sun is too strong, even if he is a clown, he can't help being provocative. He had to admit that the opponent was far stronger than himself.

The clown is always aware of current affairs, and when he rested his mischievous thoughts, he was held in the air by Superman's shoulders, and honestly changed his "skin".

Putting down the clown, the three of them looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

Opening the bedroom door, Harley, who was lying on the door, ran in sobbing, and rushed towards the clown.The clown dodged sideways coldly, and walked out sullenly.

Clark and Wilson looked at each other.

The older boys are more naive: aren't we a bit too much?The clown looks so wronged...

Wilson rolled his eyes: You really think too much.

No one could guess what the clown was thinking, so when the two ended their "deep friendship" and walked out of the bedroom, the clown was chatting happily with the big beauty who didn't know when to arrive, and teased Clark in a very familiar tone, "You never said The senior who took care of you is a beautiful woman."

Clark coughed lightly, his face a little hot.

Young people arrived one after another, and the party was held as scheduled. The clown had already gone somewhere, and Wilson was sipping red wine on the sofa, listening to Clark and Louis talking about work together.

That's right, work!

It's so party-less.

I complained silently in my heart, but suddenly heard a message.

"Bruce Wayne is coming to the Metropolis? Where did you hear the news?"

"All kinds of channels." Louis didn't want to make his sources public, "You don't pay attention to the news too much. Wilson, Wayne intends to cooperate with Stark to create small robots that assist aviation operations. They It’s not a secret that we’ve had several conversations over the air.”

Wilson reviewed his indifference to Bruce, and then took up the conversation, "The metropolis is not the headquarters of these two industrial giants, why did you choose to meet here?"

"Maybe it's because the Metropolitan Aviation business is developing so well? Who can understand the thoughts of those two wayward guys."

Clark snickered, "Aha, I heard that word Louis."

"I'm not wrong, everyone knows that they are surprisingly similar, adventurous, rich, delicate, willful..." She lightly nodded her lips, "And they are very, very handsome."

This is a very interesting action.

Wilson raised his eyebrows, "This joke is not very funny."

Clark squeezed his fingers a little awkwardly, "I think so too...huh? Is there someone knocking on the door?" The pure-hearted boy suddenly revived with blood and jumped up, "It must be the professor!"

He opened the wooden door, and the night wind blew into the living room.

An elegant man with silver temples stood at the door. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and a well-crafted dark gray suit. Although the button was tightly buttoned to the top, his expression was not serious at all. He spread his hands and sighed. He breathed a sigh of relief, "The plane is late, it's really bad."

Clark smiled like a child, "It's enough to make me happy that you can come here, Professor Weilan!"

The elder bent the corners of his eyes, his deep blue eyes were hidden behind the glasses, and he couldn't see clearly for a moment.