[Comprehensive British and American] Welcome to Lego City

Anthony Hawthorne never used to be called that.

Born and raised in Central City, he had an unremarkable first few decades, working as a mechanic in an auto repair shop after graduating from high school.

Once there was a conflict between the bodyguards of the big shots they received and the rogue gang. The two parties fought over a box of valuables of unknown origin and broke out in the auto repair workshop.

Hawthorne took advantage of the chaos to steal the stolen goods, stole the customer's car and ran to the southern city. After selling the goods in a low-key manner, he decisively changed his name and surname, and became a well-known young rich man in the local area.

He is quite talented in business, and his property quickly snowballed. One day, the name Anthony Hawthorne became an elite class and a celebrity in people's mouths, and he himself had the opportunity to acquire wealth through his huge wealth. Better education to fill yourself, so that gradually you forget the past and think that you were born rich and wise and decent.

until this day.

This evening Hawthorne came home from get off work late as usual, thinking about the US presidential election absently on the way.

This had nothing to do with him, but in April last year, many people from all walks of life declared that they were about to run for the next year's presidential election. A friend of Hawthorne suggested to him with his tongue out after he was drunk: "You Why not give it a try? Even if you don’t get selected, it’s a good promotional opportunity.”

Hawthorne has self-knowledge, he has no hope of being elected, but he thinks that things that can make money are good things.

So he announced on the Internet with great fanfare that he would appear on the ballot as an independent, spent money on the media to create momentum, made some glamorous slogans, and then took the opportunity to promote the company's products.

This wave really earned a lot.So at the beginning of February today, when Lex Luthor and other individual candidates were far ahead in popularity, Hawthorne had decided to call it quits and announce his withdrawal from the election.

As a result, the Yamozhuo virus was leaked at that time, and social functions were largely shut down. Announcing his withdrawal from the election at this time seemed anticlimactic and retreated without a fight. Many people who came to play tickets like Hawthorne hesitated and decided to delay it.

Procrastinated until today.

Having said that, there are only a few truly competitive people, such as a certain real estate agent, a former president's wife, or a certain bald head.

Hawthorne was just an insignificant one of them. After the heat passed, the name of the presidential candidate did not even make him happier than the green light on the evening rush hour.

In other words, Mr. Hawthorne never claimed to be a presidential candidate, and he never thought that he would be kidnapped one day because of this.

He came home at night to change and shower as usual and ordered himself a pizza delivery.

When I came out of the bathroom, there was a knock at the door, accompanied by the harsh doorbell and the neighbor's dog barking.

Hawthorne hated the neighbor's dog, which he had been bitten in the slums as a child.Through the window, he pointed the middle finger and cursed twice at the big dog who didn't know what to do. He grinned at his rare relaxation and rudeness, then closed the window tightly and drew the curtains tightly to block the noise, and quickly Walk to the foyer:

"Wait a minute, I'm coming..."

He opened the door, with a bath towel on his upper body, and a relaxed smile on his face.

However, when Hawthorne's eyes fell on the man outside the door holding a pistol in one hand, a document bag in the other, a camera hanging around his neck, thick oil paint on his face, and a disheveled green hair, his smile suddenly froze. up.

Of course he knew who it was.As long as you usually watch TV, it is impossible not to recognize the person in front of you.

"me……"

"Let me in, little Pete." The person standing outside the door called out Hawthorne's real name easily, with disturbing and nervous tremors in his voice.

Every time Hawthorne took a step back, the other party took a step forward. They moved a few centimeters apart like a ballroom dance, and moved all the way to the sofa in the living room.

Hawthorne was forced to sit down. He felt his limbs trembling and his mind went blank. He asked completely instinctively, "What do you want? I don't have what you want here."

"Oh, it seems that you are living a good life now. What should I call you? Anthony? Hawthorne? Mr. Hawthorne?"

The 'clown' giggled, his green pupils turned around a few times, and the pistol stabbed Hawthorne's waist forcefully twice, "Don't doubt, I didn't look for the wrong place, I'm here to find you."

Hawthorne suppressed the cry of pain, and was very glad that the 'clown' was not holding a knife in his hand.

He will gradually calm down and start to focus on observing the 'clown', trying to find a chance to escape, call the police or fight back. Not to mention that there are victims who can escape from death in a 1V1 situation... But people always have dreams.

What if, what if Hawthorne could be Batman II?

What man hasn't dreamed of being a Gotham vigilante, embracing and debating whether he's going to marry Catwoman or Poison Ivy?

Wait, it doesn't seem like the time to think about this now, calm down, 'Joker' raised his hand, he wanted to—

"boom!"

A bullet grazed Hawthorne's cheek, penetrated the back of the sofa, and buried him deeply in the floor. The rationality that had been barely condensed just now was about to evaporate again.

'Joker' aimed the gun at his forehead, and Hawthorne raised his hands without hesitation: "I can do anything, as long as you..."

"boom!"

Hawthorne's face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his pupils were dilated, he felt like he had really walked through hell, and he couldn't recover from the muzzle of a gun with a small black flag protruding in front of him for a long time.

"Hahaha!" The 'clown' looked very excited, he said, "do you see what is written on this flag? I'll read it to you, a mosquito said to humans, 'Please don't kill me, today It's my birthday!" The man carefully put the mosquito in his palm and sang Happy Birthday while clapping his hands!"

"Why don't you smile?!"

Hawthorne forced a smile: "I, I've heard it before, this joke is quite old, haha."

"Forget it." 'Joker' patted him on the shoulder, "When you see the goddess of death, remember to say hello to her old lady for me."

Hawthorne's heart twitched, but before he could react, his eyes went black and he fell into a coma.

When he woke up again, he found himself in an unfamiliar place, his wrists were handcuffed to the table, and his range of movement was quite limited.

His whole body was sore and weak, as if he had been dragged on the ground for a kilometer and climbed mountains and mountains with his stomach frame on his shoulders.

Sitting in front of him was the famous Gotham crime boss.

'Joker' sat across from him with his legs crossed, and took out a stack of documents from his file bag: "Mr. Hawthorne, you'd better answer my question honestly——"

Hawthorne hurriedly said, "It must, it must."

"Shut up and let me finish my threat! Or I'll tell Captain Cold about your looting from the scoundrel gang, and let your ex-auto shop owner's daughter with three years of Alzheimer's tell you the truth Identity is made public.

Then again, is your ex-boss really Alzheimer's?Or did you do something else to maintain your reputation? "

Hawthorne could no longer tell the reason for his sweating. After today, he could lose at least three catties due to dehydration. At this moment, he could only weakly say: "I promise to listen to you. I can do whatever you want. Please don't give up." hurt me."

"I heard you ran for president. American pill, how can anyone run for office? I think I can do it myself."

Hawthorne didn't refute at all: "You're right, why don't you run for office?"

'Joker' also answered him seriously: "Because I have a mental illness certificate, which may be the only difference between me and those who have high votes. Then have you ever seen a bald head who likes to wear green clothes?" "

Where does this follow?Mental patients have wide-ranging thinking, and as a normal person, Hawthorne couldn't keep up with the other's jumping thoughts at all, so he asked carefully, "Is it Lex Luthor?"

"No, the other one might look a bit like him."

"I swear I haven't."

'Joker' looked at him, and it seemed that the question was not very serious, more like he had to do it under someone's order.

Hawthorne noticed that he was wearing a green bracelet with the 'Ω' logo on it.

This reminded Hawthorne of two urban legends: one is that the Sky Eye will forcefully hire many super villains to work for him.The second is that there will be a secret prison in Tianyan called 'Circus', and an 'Ω' pattern is carved on its door.

Hawthorne has paid more attention to information in this area since he dealt with the super villain gang in Central City when he was young.

What they were in was a circular cell at an unknown location, and there was a circular open space in the middle of several rows of cells.

Only then did Hawthorne try his best to cheer up and start to observe the surrounding environment.He himself was in one of the cells, the walls on either side were opaque, and the only opposite cell that could be seen through the front rail was empty.

There is a table on the circular open space in the middle, and on the table is an old TV set and an old-fashioned telephone.

Seeing him looking up, the 'clown' turned on the TV, and the news channel broadcast the alarm that the Arkham criminals in Gotham City had disappeared after they escaped from prison. Hawthorne thought bitterly when he saw this: How could he be missing?It just showed up at my house.

Who bought a detached villa with such good sound insulation?It's me.

Who is too lazy to cook and order takeaway in the middle of the night?It's me.

And who closes the windows and draws the curtains if they don't want to hear the noise?Still me.

—The clown was myself.

'Joker' went out for a circle, leaving Hawthorne to sort out his mood on the spot.After a while, he came back, and the file bag in his hand was visible to the naked eye by more than half. He threw the bag aside, handed the remaining documents in front of him, and ordered: "It will be sorted out before dawn."

Hawthorne was stunned looking at the top few social surveys about Lego Company, completely unresponsive, and uttered a confused syllable: "Huh?"

"Get to work, tomorrow morning is a dead line." The 'clown' smacked his lips and savored, "I like this pun."

The matter has come to this, Hawthorne smashed the pot and saw the red dust, he said: "I can sort it out, but there should be other relevant information in front of these two documents, maybe you can let me meet my neighbor? This is an efficient way Can go higher."

While calmly touching the file bag dropped beside him with his free right hand.

There is an inconspicuous pattern on the seal of the bag, which is marked by the eye of the sky.

'Joker' gave him a curious look: "You don't want to know who your neighbors are. They've been far more successful as presidential candidates than you."

Hawthorne was short of breath!

He squeezed the big pants on his legs and panted for a long time, he didn't want to know whether his next door was a certain real estate agent or the wife of the former president, preferably neither.

It is also unlikely that Luther was kidnapped, because I heard that this guy made himself a not-so-legal green armor——

It turned out that he was extremely smart and prepared for a rainy day. He didn't expect that the presidential candidate would be such a high-risk occupation who would dance face-to-face with Arkham psychosis!

Several cells fell silent, and there was the rustling sound of paper rubbing against each other.

'Joker' is leisurely and leisurely, looking very happy, first swaying all over the ground; then singing a song to the TV; watching my little pony for a while;

Then I called the police station I don't know where, and made some unknown threats;

In the end, I sent a video invitation to an unknown person to get in touch, but I was hung up as soon as I connected.

Hawthorne was overwhelmed by the work in front of him, and felt like he was back in his childhood. The 'clown' was his parents who ordered the children to do their homework and then played cards while drinking.

The difference is that his parents will hang him up and beat him when he can't finish his homework, and the mental illness from Arkham will hang him up and beat him to death when the deadline comes.

But my god, as a mature social person, Hawthorne didn't pay much attention to Lego at all. What the hell is this? !

And why are his neighbors on the left and neighbors on the right writing hard?

They actually secretly study behind my back?Hawthorne had the trepidation that he had missed some of the must-haves of a presidential campaign.

After barely finishing the first half, he couldn't help but want to ask some questions. Just then, the 'clown' walked up to him, lowered his head and grinning, and was sending someone a message.

If he wasn't a clown, Hawthorne felt that this scene was a bit like a child who finally went to Disney to meet Mickey Mouse and then excitedly reported to the parents.

But since he was a clown, Hawthorne felt that what was transmitted on the phone must be a death notice.

He shuddered at the horror he imagined, and the possibility of being shirtless after the shower.

A certain question in the document in his hand caught his attention, and since he also didn't know the answer, Hawthorne couldn't help reading it out slowly and in a low voice:

"Why are Lego toys priced according to the number of parts, not the overall size?"

The Lego clown passing by who was sending a message to Murphy didn't look up: "Maybe it's because two-dimensional money is easier to earn?"

Hawthorne: "..." How could he expect the clown to help?Who else would dare to hire a clown other than a bizarre organization like the Sky Eye Society? !

When the chickens finished eating the rice, the dogs finished licking the noodles, and the fire broke the locks, everyone's work was finally finished.

After the LEGO clown has played enough, he knocks people unconscious and sends them back, and he comes with a cold joke, overtime pay, and a big gift package with clues to blame himself.

His journey home was exceptionally smooth, and he complained to Murphy about the inefficiency of the real universe police.

Because the LEGO Joker called the police while he was kidnapping someone for work, pretending he planted a dirty bomb downtown.

In fact, it is impossible for Murphy to provide him with materials and invest in the inventions and creations of the new generation of scientists in Arkham.

There is nothing in that place, just because the Lego clown was bored studying the map, and suddenly found a place with suitable geomantic omen, wide view, huge flow of people, which is very suitable for the art of blasting, so he opened it casually out of interest and for the purpose of diverting the tiger away from the mountain a joke.

He thought that the other party would be able to counter-locate him soon, or at least realize that this was a hell joke, but he didn't expect that not everyone is Batman.Now the streets are empty, and there is no sign of police cars under martial law.

By the time Murphy got out of the meal, it was already very late. During the meal, he hung up the contact number x1 of Lego Ugly, the contact x1 of Batman in the real universe, and ignored the contact xN of other parties.

Before leaving, the black widow and the black widow smiled and nodded politely to each other, emphasizing a timeless elegance. In fact, the hearts of both of them are like ants crawling on a pot.

Murphy thought, why was the dinner party scheduled for today?

Where did the Lego clown abduct the good New York policeman?

You won't get lost or fall into the sewer, right? If you interfere with official duties, you have to press the child to apologize!

The black widow thought, why the dinner was scheduled for today?

According to the New York Police Department, their anti-explosion team really found a dirty bomb in the downtown subway station, and it was placed by the clown... But it is said that the person who reported it was also a clown?

Why is he having trouble with himself tonight?Is there some conspiracy here?

Batman, who spent the night catching the real-verse Joker, is also mystified.He repeatedly interrogated the clown for a long time, and determined that the guy's itinerary for the night was as follows:

Passing through New York on a whim, I found a geomantic treasure, so I gently left a love bomb, and it has been dismantled after being reported by enthusiastic New Yorkers before it exploded.

Later, for some reason, I had a whim to plan to visit a presidential candidate to cause some social impact, and finally trekked across mountains and rivers to get to his door, but no one was at home——

The candidate himself was missing, and his wife and children organized a group to report to the police, leaving only the empty, dark house and the clown staring at each other.

Batman: "So you're back?"

The real universe clown shrugged: "No, I went to the next one."

Batman knew the result, so he didn't say anything.

The clown finished automatically and consciously: "There was still no one, so I doubled and went to the next one... Anyway, I came back in the end."

"I think someone did something I've always wanted to do tonight, what do you mean bat?"

Batman meets the unsmiling green eyes of the real-world Joker.

However, at this moment, a golden banner uncontrollably rose in his mind, with a big letter written: The president of Lego City is really a good man.

Diluted the serious atmosphere at this time.

Gotham Knight had a headache, accompanied by a complicated and unspeakable mood, and a little bit of a laugh.

I don't know how many people will have a psychological shadow tonight, and they will be forced to uninstall the Skype chat software in their mobile phones just to avoid seeing the profile picture of Morpeth Murphy.