[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Jack clicked on the system interface.

According to common sense,? His plot in "The Promised Neverland" should be over, and he can return to the world of Batman.But now the system still shows no signs of recovery, and there is only the familiar big words on the interface: "The protection system of the ship of soul Theseus failed,? The connection has been disconnected,? It is being repaired."

He reluctantly closed the system interface. Although there was no system prompt, he could clearly feel that the world level of "The Promised Neverland" was not high. He was released here to relax, so he was assigned to His identity is directly the god of the ghost clan, the "He" who made an agreement with humans and ghosts to divide the two worlds, has this ability to open up the world, let alone let go of a few edible children, even if it is to watch fireworks A fire burned down the entire farm, and Iveruku and Queen Regula Varima also had to lose their smiles.This is why Iviruku must be threatened by Isabella. If there is a real fight? Isabella and others may not be able to scratch Jack's skin together,? But the attitude of the ghost must be there.

It seems that there is no going back for the time being,? Jack sighed, and looked up at the blue sky.He seemed to see Emma's clear and firm eyes again, with green pupils that were as clean and bright as water, and pupils with the same color as a clown.

What is the clown doing now?

On the other side,? Gotham City.underground gangsters.

Under the dim and flickering light, there were two rows of people sitting in front of a long table, full of prominent gangsters.This scene is rare,? Many of them have blood feuds with each other and would never sit at the same table to discuss issues.

After the Bane regime occupied Gotham, the Penguin took advantage of the mayor's convenience to open the door to the drug, gun and flesh business. The southern coast of Gotham City became an official trading port for smuggling prohibited items.This short month can be called the golden age of gangsters' rampant development. There is no longer the suppression of Director Gordon and Batman.Sitting here, the underworld big shot is still battering his head and blood for the chassis and business during the day, frantically directing his subordinates to tilt the bullets on each other, and greeting the enemy's female relatives with his middle finger and the most vicious words, a picture of this life This world doesn't look like wearing a common sky.As a result, just after nightfall, I sat in a room, trembling like a puppy in the rain.

The man sitting at the top, half of his body was immersed in the darkness, but he was still extremely conspicuous. He was so white that people couldn't help but look sideways.

He sat on the sofa, humming, and wore a purple tuxedo of strange taste.A head of disheveled green hair was attached to his neck. Under the light, that layer of skin was as pale as the shroud of the Holy Son. It was frighteningly bright, as if emitting milky fluorescent light.The man is thin, and the well-crafted dress is a bit loose. If you ignore the beautiful waist and legs, he looks like an ordinary university professor. However, it is this seemingly ordinary man who brings all the gang leaders together. Here, the atmosphere does not dare to come out.

"I rested for two years. In the past two years, you have divided up my gang, invaded my territory, and thrown my loyal men to feed the fish. Of course, I don't care how you eat, and I'm not here to settle accounts with you, because I'm generous, and I don't mind if you have a bit of pursuit in life." The clown took out a luggage bag from the bottom of his feet and threw it on the table while talking, "These are the body parts of you and your relatives, I brought them all Yes. Let’s look around, maybe some of them can still be used.”

The zipper of the luggage bag was unzipped, and a pile of bloody flesh rolled out, all of which were human body fragments, palms, eyeballs, scalp, toes... Look carefully, most of the gang leaders present are bandaged, bright red blood is coming from the thick The bandage oozes underground.The irony of the world is that a few hours ago they were still fighting the enemy to the death, fighting for money, women and territory, and now their body parts are closely attached to each other, and the blood is flowing together.

The man who claimed to be a clown was still lying on the hospital bed for transfusion yesterday, covered with a quilt like a shroud, and took a day to recover to the point where he could hold a gun. Remove some parts from the hands and feet of the other party, and then talk about the negotiation, with a calm and skillful attitude like an emperor who is in the land.

And perhaps indeed the Emperor.Lord of Crime two years ago.

It has been two years, although he has been serving his sentence in Arkham for the past two years, but there are many people who know him in the underworld, especially remember when Arkham strengthened security work and the news came that the clown could no longer escape, They breathed a sigh of relief.After all, this guy's style of acting is too scary, and the gangsters still talk about rules, and only want money and women.He did whatever he wanted, and the whole thing was like a lunatic, making it impossible to guess his behavior and motives.So after he stopped—specifically, when it was rumored that he was disabled by Batman, the entire Gotham gang was cheering. After all, gangs also hate terror/terror/molecules/children, and normal people still like to communicate with normal people. Not with Mad Dog.

Who would have thought that this guy was still alive with sound limbs, and he was indeed a scourge for thousands of years.

"Is that how you invited us?" A tattooed young man stood up, he had his palm cut off by the clown, and could only wave his bare wrists, "I warn you, no matter what legend you had back then, it's not now It's your time! You better hope you keep hiding yourself, or you're going to get shot in your sleep one day!"

The clown sat on the swivel chair at the end of the long table, lit a cigarette, and looked at the stunned young man with great interest: "This--Mr. ?”

The young man was confused by his wrong answer. He had indeed heard of the reputation of the clown, and he was mentally prepared to be shot to death by the clown when he became a bird: "James Longman."

"I remember you, Mr. James, you are in charge of three streets, and there is a toy store on one of them." The clown stood up, and stretched out his hand with surprise on his face, as if to shake hands with James, "You are the only one who dares Those who speak up are as brave as ancient Roman gladiators, and they are completely different from these castrated male dogs here."

James couldn't figure out what he was thinking, hesitated for a while, and finally chose to shake hands with the clown.The moment the palms of the two came into contact, a strong electric current rushed through James' whole body. His hands and feet straightened up, his eyes turned white, he fell backwards, and hit the long table heavily, becoming Said a tense stiff corpse.The clown took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, took off the buzzer in his palm, and said with a smile, "I like brave and fearless people. They should have the funniest way of death, so that everyone can laugh."

Dead silence.

"Everyone, be polite and laugh when you hear a joke."

The bosses exchanged glances with each other, and let out a few dry, dry laughter, which was so distorted that it sounded like they were crying.

Gunshots.

Wisps of gunpowder smoke rose from the clown's cuffs.

He stopped laughing, but with a serious face, a pistol slipped out from under his sleeve as if by magic, he raised his hand and shot the first man who laughed, and then he walked to the second man who laughed In front of him, one moment he was as gentle as a university professor, and the next moment he suddenly turned into a raging devil.He grabbed the man's hair, pressed his head and slammed it hard on the wooden table, the dull sound of fracture made everyone's teeth ache: "The sentence just now is not a joke, a guy without a sense of humor!"

After venting, the clown seemed to be in a much better mood. He took a deep breath, and his expression seemed to be drinking: "Okay, do you have any questions?"

Silent.

"Johnny, Johnny, drag these guys out who have committed a bad crime, and remember to put a fart cushion in the coffin." The clown said to the men standing at the door.

Johnny Frost was his only subordinate. Two years was enough time for the Clown Gang to be torn apart by all forces, but the Clown didn't mind. The Clown Gang had nothing to do with the Clown.In Gotham, everything has value, and the notoriety of a madman is an asset, an umbrella that protects the rabble.He has never led this gang, and he is not interested in running it as seriously as the Romans, intercepting dark wealth and power. The gang just spontaneously gathered around him, in order to use his reputation to shock others, and put a smile on himself. .

"Boss, he's not dead yet." Johnny pointed to the guy who was knocked unconscious by the clown. Fortunately, he had a bit of a concussion, but he wasn't dead yet.

The clown raised his hand and shot: "He's dead now."

With his hands behind his back, like an elder teaching his juniors, he walked around the group of gang leaders a few times with his hands behind his back: "You are still not smart, even if you climb to a high place, you will still beat you to death for money. Look What has Gotham degenerated into? You kill people, smuggle arms, play with women, buy drugs/products for children, and turn Gotham into a septic tank. You only pull the trigger mechanically, but you never think about what happens after you shoot, I don't mean disposing of dead bodies and stolen money. Crime is chaos and chaos is philosophy. This city is slipping into the abyss, but you can't save it because you don't understand, you are neutered dogs by Batman, Gotham Deserving of a classier criminal."

He stood still behind a certain man, who had his right eyeball removed by him, and the shadow of the clown enveloped him, shaking like a sieve, as if he would pee his pants at any time.The clown patted him on the shoulder considerately: "Okay, find someone for me now, I guarantee you can see a good show."

The man swallowed tremblingly: "We... you, do you want to fight Batman?"

"Of course not. What, are you afraid of Batman?"

No, compared to Batman, you are scarier!

"Don't be afraid, everyone. I have a trump card in my hand." The clown put on a creepy gentle look, turned his head and shouted to the door: "Harry, bring my good baby up to meet you!" people!"

"Understood, Mr. J!" Harry happily pushed a wheelchair and walked in. The wheelchair was covered with a thick white cloth, and the outline of a human figure could be vaguely seen under the white cloth.

The clown stepped forward, like a magician on the stage, walked to the wheelchair with small steps, and took off the white cloth.Under the white cloth sat a young man wearing a black and red Robin uniform. His eyes were closed tightly, and he seemed to be unconscious. His hands and feet were firmly tied to the wheelchair, and his black hair was clumped together with dried blood, sticking to his ear On both sides of his temples and cheeks, his lips were pale and peeling due to blood loss and dehydration. The Joker walked up behind him, slapped him on the shoulder, and smiled at everyone: "This is my trump card, Batman's second son." Robin Bird."