[Comprehensive Anglo-American] New York People's Suffering History

People imprisoned in the old warehouse did not dare to act rashly. The tall and thin man who was shot dead by the clown was lying on the ground. Blood was dripping from the hole in his body, dark red blood and a pungent smell of blood. Remind everyone that danger is everywhere.

The most palpitating thing is the scarred face that the kidnapper showed before he left. No one in the United States does not know that exaggerated clown makeup.

The door is less than ten meters away, wide open, and there is a corridor outside the door, but you don't know whether the hope of death or life is waiting for you outside the door.The mobile phone left by the clown was in the hands of a big bald man, and it remained silent.

"We should try to call the police." A red-nosed drunk gestured for a phone call: "What if the bomb is set to explode at six o'clock?"

"He said that the dial key will start the explosion/bomb, what if it explodes as soon as you press it?" The hand with the bald head holding the phone was so nervous that he was sweating. "It's probably safest for us to stay here."

The drunk suddenly rushed to the big man and snatched the phone, held it high and mocked, "I'm sorry for your guts." After speaking, he turned on the phone screen and started pressing the number keys.

A girl with colorfully dyed hair found a one-meter-long steel pipe cut from nowhere. She swung it hard, and the drunk fell to the ground. She only pressed "9" on her mobile phone.

"This idiot who smells like alcohol will kill us all." The dyed-haired girl picked up the phone, cleared the numbers and handed it back to the bald man, and then said loudly to dozens of people around her: "There are warriors who don't want to sit on the ground and wait to die." Just get out, don't even think about your phone, the voice of the man next to the clown is exactly the same as the voice of the man who announced the bombing in Times Square. Guys, there really might be a bomb/bomb/thing buried here."

"Then isn't it more dangerous for us to stay here?" A middle-aged woman in a floral blouse said in a crying voice.

"So let's go or leave everyone to choose, but don't touch the phone and drag everyone to be buried with them." The hair-dyed girl sat cross-legged on the ground, and took out a half-roll of cannabis from her pocket.

"Beauty, are there any more?" A bearded handsome guy in an elite dress, wearing a brand-name suit also sat on the messy floor, smiling and begging for marijuana from the hair-dyed girl.

The dyed hair girl took a few sips and handed the hemp with lipstick marks to the man.

The man took a deep breath, showing an extremely relaxed expression: "Beauty, look, we may die here at any time, why don't we just go and have fun later?"

The dyed-haired girl stretched out her arm, which was covered with deep and shallow cut marks.

She smiled and said, "I have AIDS. Wouldn't you be even more desperate if you didn't die after having sex with me?"

The man's action of smoking marijuana stopped suddenly. He threw away half of the cigarette in his hand in horror, spit on the ground several times, and kept swearing from his mouth.

Time flows quietly.

Gradually, some people became sleepy and fell asleep cuddling up with the person they had just chatted with.

***

Inside S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Director, we found the clown."

The agent who was always guarding the face search system took a screenshot of the location and zoomed in to mid-air, and the clown's face only appeared for a moment.

Nick Fury pointed to the remote place where the red dot flashed, and asked Sheriff Gordon: "You have dealt with him a lot, and with his criminal strength, if you don't want to be found, you shouldn't make such a low-level mistake, right?"

Gordon nodded: "However, the clues he gave are often our only clues."

"Let's go as a team!" Nick Fury waved his coat.The clue is the ultimatum intentionally issued by the clown, and they can only passively fight it.

The Clown and Moriarty were sitting side by side on the open-air balcony on the top floor of a luxury apartment. Looking from the balcony, an obese man in the room inside was suspended in the air.

The Joker poured Moriarty a glass of wine, and poured himself another.There is a computer on the desktop in front of the two, and the computer is the monitoring screen of the old warehouse.

"They're too slow." The clown couldn't hide his disappointment. "Did those superheroes, secret agents, police officers grow up eating snails?"

Moriarty crossed his legs and said casually: "Before they arrive, let's play a little game!" Moriarty reached out to the clown, and the clown smiled and handed the phone to Moriarty.

[Ladies and gentlemen, don't panic, this is just an escape room game.On one of you, there's a tattoo of a clue to the game.Have fun everyone! ]

Everyone was taken aback by the notification sound of the text message, their bald heads trembled and they clicked on the message, and the people who surrounded them one by one also saw the content.

"Tattoo?"

"Not at all!"

"People with tattoos are not the clowns who planted among us?"

"I don't know. Tattoos are a big deal. I haven't heard of anyone going into a coma?"

……

Everyone was discussing each sentence in a low voice.

The clown in front of the screen laughed and put his arms around Moriarty's shoulder: "You are so disgusting."

"Check each other, first exclude people without tattoos, and then analyze clues from tattoos." The bald man put his phone in his trouser pocket and said to everyone.

A man whistled at the pretty girl beside him, "I'll check it out for you."

The bald man who heard this said loudly: "Men and women are separated." He walked to the pile of big boxes and said to the men present: "Who will help me stack these big guys into a barrier?"

A few men who looked Kongwu powerful and with a sense of justice stood up.

"What's in these broken boxes? Why are they so heavy?" A man complained dissatisfiedly because his veins were bulging under the heavy weight.

The ladies stood behind the box, shyly undressed each other and checked every skin on their bodies.

The men on the other side were much more uninhibited, stripping naked in two or three strokes.

Moriarty pretended to cover his eyes in horror, shook his head and said, "Why are New York men's bodies so bad? Just looking at their stomachs, I thought it was the physical examination room of a maternity hospital."

On the open-air balcony, two masked lunatics laughed like a pair of fools.

at last.People with tattoos stand for a while, and people without tattoos stand for a while.

The bald head walked up to the person with the tattoo, and said apologetically, "It may be a little offensive, but the images and text tattooed on everyone's body may be the only clues to get us out of here safely."

Men and women with tattoos on their necks, arms, thighs, backs, stomachs… are all half-covered with tattoos for discussion.

Stopped at the hair dyer.

"Miss, please cooperate. You also want to get out alive, don't you?" The bald-headed tone persuaded him kindly: "Is the tattoo in a very private place?"

An aunt in the crowd said disgustedly: "On the buttocks, dare to get tattoos and be afraid of being seen?"

Some unruly men hissed and booed again.

The dyed-haired girl countered at the aunt and said, "Shut up before I pull out your tongue and stuff it in the hole below you!" Then she turned her head and explained to the bald head: "I don't know if the news is true or not, even if It is true and it cannot be me. Please believe me!"

The bald head was a bit embarrassing, he didn't want to force a girl to be humiliated in full view, so he planned to skip the dyed hair girl and go to the next person.

Unexpectedly, everyone looked through all the tattoos together, but there was no clue, so everyone's eyes returned to the only remaining girl with dyed hair.

"Unless I die." The hair-dyed woman left the crowd and stood in the corner, holding the steel pipe she had just picked up.In the hands of clowns, the hope of survival is slim. It is better to kill these little bastards than to be regarded/raped and humiliated before death.

In the luxury apartment, Moriarty kept scratching his neck. "This mask itches after wearing it for a long time, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

The clown felt that this new friend was really pampered, "I have a way to make you feel less itchy."

"Shut up. I know what you're going to say." Moriarty smiled and got up and entered the house, passing by the owner's body, went to the kitchen to get a bunch of ice packs to the balcony, sat down and said to the clown, "You mean to say Pain instead of itch, right?"

"You think too kindly of me, I want to say that if you die, you won't itch." The clown kept looking at the hair-dyed girl in the surveillance video, who was already surrounded by zombie-like people in the corner.

***

Subi pulled Captain America out of Freya's room, and even Rebecca followed.

"Am I not mistaken? The atmosphere between Freya and that blood compatriot..." Subi sneered and covered his mouth.

"Blood fellow?" Rebecca tapped Subi's forehead lightly with her index finger: "Little Subi, what are your eyes? That handsome guy in black is not a vampire."

Soapy recalled the handsome guy's appearance in surprise, and then said affirmatively, "He's more vampire than us!"

The US team couldn't stand it and explained: "That's Batman. I don't know where his superpowers come from, but it's definitely not a vampire."

"When are you going back?" Soapy asked reluctantly.

Upon hearing the ambiguous tone, Rebecca left with an excuse.

"I have to go right away. I'll call him." Captain America, who needs the power of Iron Man or Batman to go to the sky, always feels a deep sense of powerlessness at this time. Why can't he fly?

"Freya is cultivating feelings with your friends, give them a few more minutes!" Soapy's hand quietly touched Captain America's chest.

Captain America looked down at Soapy who was already close, and gently wrapped her arms around her waist.

The two hugged and rushed into Soapy's bedroom. Soapy kicked the door shut, then stood on tiptoe and kissed Captain America.The long-coveted red lips can finally be tasted. Soapy closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, saying charmingly, "I've missed you for a long time."

Suddenly there was a coughing sound behind him.

Soapy, who was interrupted, let go of Sweetheart in dissatisfaction and turned to look. Sherlock was lying on the bed and looking at the two with embarrassment.

"What are you doing in my room?" Soapy's attitude was very bad.

"Your sister Rebecca said that the room is not ready yet, and she wants you to sleep with Freya tonight." Sherlock raised his arm aggrievedly, "I have a broken bone."

None of her business!Soapy angrily dragged Captain America out of the room.

Batman was already standing on the balcony, and he still said to the US team in a low voice with no expression on his face: "There are clues for the clown."

"Then I'll go first." Captain America kissed Soapy on the forehead, then walked into Batman's arms.

***

"Maybe the clues are false?" The bald man stood up and fought for the dyed-haired woman in front of the menacing crowd.

A man with flower arms walked up to the bald man, snatched the mobile phone from his hand, pointed to his nose and said, "You don't deserve this. What's the point of showing your flesh in a life-or-death situation? Believe it or not, you can rape her in public?"

"I fucking beat you up in public first." The irritated bald man showed a fierce expression for the first time, and he punched the flower-armed man on the nose.

When the flower-armed man raised his head, one nostril was bleeding.Angry and angry, he also rushed up to fight with the bald man. It seemed that there were friends of the man with flower arms in the crowd, and two middle-aged men rushed out to help beat the bald man.

The bald man covered in wounds was thrown aside, and the man with the flower arm walked up and stomped on it a few more times before spitting and saying, "You really think of yourself as the leader."

His eyes once again focused on the hair-dyed girl in the corner.

The flower-armed man walked over and threatened, "Take off immediately."

"Unless I die." The hair-dyed woman clenched the steel pipe in her hand.

The flower-armed man went straight up to tear the clothes of the dyed-haired woman, but the dyed-haired woman knocked the flower-armed man to the ground with a backhand stick.At this time, the other two men rushed over...

The naked dyed-haired girl was thrown in the corner, and the bruised-nosed, flower-armed man stepped forward and twisted her arm to pull her up. The woman's body was exposed in front of everyone, and most of the crowd bowed their heads.

"Let's see what this Jin Gui, who would rather die than reveal himself, looks like." The flower-armed man threw the hair-dyed woman to his two friends, "Take him to the back and check it carefully, there may be something hidden somewhere that he couldn't see!"

The girl with the dyed hair was dragged behind the wooden box, and the sounds of wrestling and struggling came from everyone's ears. The sound of struggling gradually disappeared, but there were more men's gasps...

The bearded man looked at the wall made of wooden boxes mockingly, and cursed in his heart: These stupid bastards who want to die.

***

"It has the beastliness of an animal, but it doesn't have the self-control of a human being." The clown laughed at what was happening on the screen with a look of disdain. "It's a disgrace to live with such a person."

Moriarty glanced at the time: "It's almost four o'clock."

"Well. It's almost over." The Joker took the phone from Moriarty.

[There are hundreds of guns and enough bullets in the wooden box in the warehouse. ]

[I kidnapped the families of another group of people and threatened them to take guns and go to the warehouse to fight you. ]

[Only the strong are eligible for the chance of survival. ]

[See you tomorrow.Or, see you in the next life! ]

The phone rang several times in a row, the flower-armed man took out his phone, and read the message to everyone present.

"Someone is coming to kill us?" An old man was so frightened that he almost didn't come up.

The man with flower arms looked fiercely: "We have to get ready before those people come."

"If you die here, you will be killed. Why don't you just take a gamble and escape. Maybe it was a prank from beginning to end?" A man with glasses who looked like a college student stood up.

The flower-armed man also wanted to know what would happen if he really walked out of the warehouse door, so he urged: "You have the freedom to leave."

Under the gaze of everyone, the man with glasses walked to the door, hesitating and daring not to step out.

"Aren't you afraid to go out?" The flower-armed man's tone was a little provocative. "Back back then, coward."

Excited by this, the man in glasses took a long breath and walked out the door.

Da da!

Immediately after a loud noise, flames rose up and devoured the man with glasses, and in a blink of an eye there was only a charred corpse left at the door.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

The flower-armed man was stunned for a moment, and then gave orders to everyone: "Open the box."

Everyone looked for all the tools they could find in the warehouse, and swarmed towards the box. After a mess, the box was unloaded into a pile of wood chips.

There are guns in the box, both long and short, and they are already loaded with bullets.

The hair-dyed woman picked up the clothes from the ground and put them on, picked up a long machine gun from the chaotic crowd, retreated silently to the corner, and silently raised the gun.

The people from S.H.I.E.L.D. have arrived near the warehouse.

Fury got out of the car, followed by Sheriff Gordon.

"It's here, everyone be careful." Fury walked in the front, followed by a large group of people.Everyone walked lightly and approached the warehouse cautiously.

Suddenly there was a gunshot in the warehouse, followed by another, and then a series of gunshots.

"Director, the door is unlocked." The agent who confirmed the warehouse situation with the aiming amplifier on the gun said.

Fury held the gun and winked at his subordinates. "Go in and have a look."

The dye-haired woman killed the flower-armed man and his two brothers with a gun.

The people who had witnessed the evil deeds of the three but were silent but failed to dissuade them remained silent this time. When everyone was asking each other how to use the guns, a group of men in black suddenly appeared at the door.

The civilians, who had been reminded to be always alert, raised their guns in fear of death, and shot wildly at the figure that appeared at the door without any explanation.Two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents fell, and the rest saw that everyone in the warehouse was shooting with guns, and they also started to counterattack.

Gunshots shattered the peaceful night in New York.

Moriarty said to the clown with admiration, "Wonderful!"

"The best is yet to come." The clown got up and stretched out his hand to Moriarty: "This is just the beginning."