The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

How long can they exist in this powerful rule of formatting?

This question does not seem so difficult to answer. WWW.しwχS520. com When night fell again, Superman felt the spirit and strength rapidly draining from his body, and his complexion gradually turned pale.

There is not much time left for them.

They settled in a dilapidated wooden house in the southern forest. It seemed to be a deserted shop selling all kinds of hats and headgear freely. The two worked together to pile up the messy consignment products and simply built a wooden bed. Made each other's foothold.

For the matter of "sleeping in the same bed", Superman may still be a little uncomfortable, but the clown is much calmer. He repeatedly rejected Superman's suggestion to build a second bed, emphasizing that he "loves" Batman One, I'm not interested in teasing the silly little cat, so there's no need to do it.

Superman was so choked that he couldn't refute, and with the effect of the rules, he didn't have any extra strength at the moment, so he had to give up.

Holding his eyelids with difficulty, Superman looked dignified, "It's earlier than yesterday." He glanced at his watch, "Yesterday I fell into a coma in the early morning, but now it's only eight o'clock, and I'm already weak and can't concentrate. .”

The Joker's situation is better than that of Superman, perhaps because he is a pure human being, and his energy is too weak to make the rules vigilant, but there is no early loss of strength.

Superman stared at him eagerly, emphasizing again, "We're going to the desert tomorrow."

The clown was surprised to find that he could understand Superman's meaning in seconds just by relying on this endless sentence!But he would rather not have this talent himself, facing the other party's intense gaze, the clown curled his lips, and finally lost the battle, "Well, let's do good deeds every day as a good old clown."

He dusted off his crumpled suit jacket, took out a cherry bomb from his pocket, and studied it with great interest.

Yet that line of sight was still focused on him.

The clown lazily rested his chin on his hand, glanced at the superhero who was struggling to sleep on the bed, crushed and crushed the bomb with one finger, and narrowed his eyes, "Why, don't you worry about me?" He said with a smile Get up, "That's right, I'll just wait for you to fall asleep, and then I will stuff this 'little cherry' into your mouth, and finally...boom!"

As soon as the words fell, Superman closed his eyes neatly and fell into a deep sleep.

The clown's eyes widened. He didn't know whether it was the time for the rules to be bound, or some of his threatening words reassured Superman.

Turning around, the clown poked the bomb in dissatisfaction, and flicked the forehead hair that blocked his eyes left and right.

It seems that Superman is useless tonight, and he has to rely on the villain to make money!Should I be thankful that the alien dwarf in the mine bought the bomb, otherwise I want to save enough gold coins to go to the desert, and I don’t know when I will get it.

He piled up all kinds of parts that he had assembled at the corner of the table, the clown twisted his wrist, and put his head down to assemble it.

The night was getting darker, and the mottled moonlight shining through the broken window illuminated the entire hut.The big boy with a clean face in the corner was sleeping soundly, the skinny young man by the table was hard at work, and beside his hand, there were already two rows of small crimson bombs neatly stacked.

……

Although the clown is very unreliable, he still has skills in making bombs.Back then, when his reputation was not obvious and he had not yet received the support of gangsters, he had been deeply trapped in the vicious circle of: no money = no equipment = unable to do big cases = continued lack of money.

It was he who made the first candy bomb without a teacher, and slowly lived a good life.

Maybe people will pay more attention to the first time?Even a crazy guy with a difficult mind like the clown especially loves this candy series, so that every time he prepares "game props", he will bring such a bag of special candies, even if he doesn't want to blow people up and just listen to it. Also comfortable.

As if thinking of something funny, the clown narrowed his eyes and smiled happily.

Superman was awakened by a heavy breathing sound that sounded like a bellows. When he rubbed his eyes and sat up, he realized that the source of the sound was the clown crouched next to him, covering his face and laughing so hard that he couldn't help himself.

Twitching the corners of his mouth, Superman wiped his face, tied his cloak and got out of bed.

"Are you awake?" Seeing Superman's movements, the clown greeted him, and the terrible laughter finally stopped.

"Well, how long have you been awake." Superman rubbed his numb and sore temples.

"Three hours?"

Superman took care of himself, looked at the time, and it was indeed a lot later than yesterday. He even wondered, if he stayed here for too long, would his waking time be reduced, until he was trapped in sleep forever?

The sense of urgency hit the hero again, he frowned, and discussed with the clown, "Shall we make money now?"

"Actually..." The clown also got off the bed with his shoes on. He grabbed the cloth bag in the pile of headgear and waved it in front of Superman's eyes, "I already took care of this while you were asleep." everything."

Well done, clown, Superman rarely praised in his heart.

Everything was ready, the two tidied up their clothes, the clown stuffed the remaining bombs into his pockets, picked up the pocket of gold coins with one hand, and was lifted into the sky by Superman.

Superman's speed is very fast, and within a few minutes, he arrived at the only bus stop in the town.The female driver stood beside the car without saying a word, just like yesterday.

As soon as the two stuffed the gold coins into the cash box, they heard a "ding" sound from the metal box, and then the door of the bus opened suddenly, and the female driver got on the bus swiftly.

Superman and the clown looked at each other and got into the car.

The bus finally moved.

It was as if traveling between two different worlds. Just now, it was still lush and grassy, ​​but now it has become a dry desert. The boundary is so obvious that it is shocking.

The Calico Desert is not too big, and Superman quickly completed a lap.

The result is not good, "There is a store in the southwest corner, and the northernmost point is a pond and a mine. Unfortunately, there is still no exit. I have tried every direction. Unfortunately, like a small town, there are obstacles of unknown forces all around. .”

"What's worse is that the bus has already left." The clown responded perfunctorily to Superman, while studying the prickly pear on the ground with great interest, and couldn't help poking it with his finger.

It doesn't hurt!His eyes lit up.

"Go to the mine and have a look." Superman frowned and made a decision, but he didn't hear a response for a long time.Strangely, he raised his head, and saw the clown squatting on the ground having a good time, and he almost didn't die of anger.Flying northward with this big trouble, he arrived at the entrance of the mine in a short while.

The purpose of entering is an old stone door, and the wooden ladder behind the door has been going down, and it took two or three minutes to reach the end.The moment he stepped on the ground, his eyes suddenly opened up.

At the end of the wooden ladder was a mine, where ocher and silver ores could be seen everywhere, and the clown even picked up a ruby ​​in the shadow of the corner.

The mine is not big, but there is no way out after going around.They guessed that the road was blocked by ore, so Superman told the clown to step back, and smashed a large piece of ore around him with his fist, revealing a hole not far away.

A section of escalator was faintly exposed at the entrance of the cave. Superman was in front and the clown was behind. The two went down the escalator and went down to the second basement floor.

They smashed the mummy on the second floor one after another, wiped out the giant fly monster on the third floor, and the little green dragon on the fourth floor... But this time, the hole that appeared was not connected to the escalator.

The two jumped in, and the feeling of falling into the air lasted for a few seconds before falling to the ground.

The new layer of color has an ominous green light, which always reminds Superman of the terrible kryptonite. He doesn't know if he is afraid of something. He is keenly aware of the disappearance of vigor.His body was getting heavier and heavier, and he finally couldn't support it, and half-kneeled down.

Suddenly, a group of translucent jelly-like monsters surged in front of them, they were as tall as half a person, shouting "Shrek Shrek", crowding and swarming.

The terrain of this mining area is cramped, and they have nowhere to hide!

Superman dropped the chain again at a critical moment, and the clown had no choice but to climb up the mountain. There were still bombs left, and after a few bangs, the last mob finally turned into a bubble.

Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, accompanied by the tremors on the ground, the huge Shrek, which was as tall as no one, and with a diameter of more than ten meters, forced to come over jump by jump!

"Any more bombs?" Superman asked awkwardly.

"It's not bad luck." The clown quickly licked his lips, and took out the last bomb from his pocket. It was a bright red bomb the size of a fist, and he only took one. Thinking of the price tag he saw before, This thing is estimated to be powerful.I wanted to take it back for research, but now I am afraid I have no chance.

With a distressed sigh, the clown threw the super bomb out.

There was only a bang, and a bigger explosion than before happened before the eyes. The big Shrek managed to hold on for a few seconds before being blown into countless pieces.

and many more.

It's not smashing... it's splitting!

I saw that the huge Shrek split into countless small Shrek, which was nearly twice as small as the previous wave, but the number was much larger, like a colony of ants gnawing on cattle and sheep, densely packed, overwhelmingly flocking towards the two of them. .

overwhelmed.

The breathing became heavy, and the movements gradually slowed down... At the last moment of consciousness, the two were clinging to each other, Superman was worried that he might lose his metropolis forever, and the clown was annoyed that the person who accompanied him in the last moment was not his destined opponent Batman , and not the only friend Wilson...

But the little cat is still interesting, better than nothing.

Thinking of this, the eyelids gradually fell, and finally, they closed tightly.