Those years when I was the mayor [comprehensive British and American]

Clark also came to Gotham immediately, but he didn't go to find Bruce. He waited from day to night, on the roof of Gotham's most conspicuous landmark building, watching the ray of light appearing in the night.

But unfortunately, until the night was about to pass, he didn't get to see the logo that Batman dropped in the sky as he wished.

If Batman can't be found, the Joker's clue is broken.

Yes, with Clark's keen intuition, after hearing Harley Quinn's name, he connected everything in an instant.The serial murders in Gotham not long ago have not yet found the murderer. Judging from the cruel methods of killing and the identities of the dead, the murderer is likely to be the notorious clown.But Metropolis and Gotham have always been very different, and Superman and Batman do not interfere with each other, even if the two have been unhappy with each other for a long time.

And now, Liz was involved in this case, forcing Clark to intervene. In fact, he really didn't want to meet the so-called Dark Knight, who was just a 'vigilante' without legal and moral constraints. Advertises the so-called justice, but is entangled with those anti-social psychopaths.

Batman didn't show up, and Clark didn't wait any longer. He left this lair of evil that disgusted him.

Clark, who returned to Kansas, went to the place where Liz disappeared and the place where she reappeared. After careful investigation, he found some clues, the indentation of ground gears-from what Liz said, Clark was in a remote place. The abandoned truck was found near his farm.In this truck, he found more clues.But the clues point to not the Walker in Liz's mouth, but Harley Quinn.

She didn't hide her tracks at all, the chewing gum on the floor, the prison uniform she had changed, and... the golden hair on the chair.

Clark wanted to notify the police after catching the clown, but the appearance of a person disrupted his plan.

In this warehouse, he heard the heartbeat of a second person.

When Clark went out, he saw a stern figure with an aura of darkness and sin.

He gave Batman a cold look.

Bruce stopped in his tracks and looked at him as well.

A dazzling but familiar red cloak, and that arrogant face as usual.

It's Superman.

"What are you doing here?" Clark asked.

"Then what are you doing here?" a low and hoarse voice confronted.

"Follow the clown's trail." Clark taunted: "Your Gotham's super criminal, a notorious psycho killer appeared on the border of Kansas!"

Bruce narrowed his eyes, and his probing eyes fell on Superman.

"If your memory is fine, you said the same thing three hours ago, and you were committing a murder at that time!"

The unabashed hostility and accusation in Batman's words made Clark frown, "What the hell are you talking about?! Murder?! I would never do something like that!"

"Really!" Bruce's hand slowly caressed his upper neck, if it wasn't for the black batsuit covering the neckline, two clear fingerprints could almost be seen there, and it was now so deep that it was purple!

Clark met Batman's sarcastic eyes, and the sharpness disappeared in a flash.

"I don't know what you are going to do again, but now I will put the words here! If you don't catch the clown, then, I will stop him! And this time, even if Chief Gordon of the Gotham Police Department comes forward, or It was you who tried to persuade the District Attorney and the Congressman that I would never put that damned murderer in the Arkham Asylum again! He deserves to be punished!"

After Clark finished speaking, he turned and left.

Bruce stayed where he was, looking at the red that gradually disappeared from his sight, his heart was filled with turmoil.

Why, does this Superman seem to have no memory of what he was warned about in the Batcave three hours ago?

If it wasn't for the superman's brain being broken, there is only one possibility: the other party is not the same as the previous one.

Bruce has no doubts that Superman is acting in front of him, because Clark Kent does not have this ability yet, and, no matter in terms of character or IQ, the other party tends to be straightforward.Clark Kent wasn't good enough to play tricks in front of him.

Moreover, in the two contacts, the emotional outburst of the other party was not fake.

It's just that this time Superman is much gentler than the one he met three hours ago.

He can understand Superman's dissatisfaction with him, but the deep-seated hatred is inexplicable.

Bruce recalled the scenes in the Batcave three hours ago. When he had a close contact with that 'Clark Kent', the other party's eyes indeed showed hatred that could not be hidden. The deep-seated grief seemed to have lost everything!

This point is very suspicious.

Could it be that Clark Kent has schizophrenia?Or is there a hidden Clark Kent in this world?

Thinking of his threat X2, Bruce's head throbbed.

Although there are hundreds of times in the mind, it is only a few seconds in reality.After recovering from his senses, Bruce walked into the warehouse. Superman's problem was indeed serious, but right now, he had another important thing to do.

— catch the clown!

For some reason, he had an intuition that the clown's trouble might give him an answer that confused him!

Bruce found clues in the truck like Clark did, only he noticed more.

Harley Quinn not only left her everything in this car, but even pointed them out how to find them.

Although Harley Quinn is madly obsessed with clowns, does things without scruples, and has always done whatever she wants, Bruce knows her somewhat.

She won't trouble the clown.

A psychiatrist who was already smart is almost a super criminal without a teacher after his mind is distorted.It is impossible for her to leave so many clues on a truck, clearly guiding others to find her.

——This is a trap.

But it is also an opportunity.

Bruce was never afraid of a challenge, so, he took it.

But this time, he called a 'partner' in the invitation to the clown.

Bruce turned on the communicator and made a call:

"I found the clown."

***

Soon, Carl appeared at the agreed place, but he didn't wait for Bruce, and walked directly into this desolate and remote warehouse.

The decayed and dilapidated atmosphere entered Carl's nose, and he even smelled a faint smell of blood.

Carl walked over in the direction the smell came from.

'Tick-tock-tick...' Blood dripped from the corner of the rotting table, forming a thick pool on the ground.

Karl didn't look at the disemboweled man on the table, he went straight into the inner compartment.

At the moment, there is a carnival going on inside.

Harley Quinn was wearing revealing clothes, twisting her body on the steel pipe under the projection of the lights, but her graceful posture and seductive expression could not catch half of the eyes of the visitors.

Carl turned a blind eye to the alluring Harley Quinn, and his eyes fell on the chair behind.

The man in the purple clown costume was playing with the dagger in his hand, his slender legs were casually resting on the chair, his body was leaning on the side without posture, his pale face was full of boredom.But after seeing the person coming, his eyes lit up, it was a kind of fanatical color!

"It turned out to be you!" The clown opened his mouth more and more, and finally couldn't hold it back at all. He covered his stomach and laughed wildly: "You were the first one to find me?!!"

Carl looked at the nervous clown coldly, and didn't speak.

"No, that's not right!" The clown climbed up from the chair, his eyes lingering on Carl: "It can't be you, that clue is only known to those who are in the abyss of crime, that sanctimonious guy who disguised himself with cat ears, Yes, it must be him!"

"It was he who passed the news to you." The clown said firmly.

Karl looked at him with disgust, his eyes almost looked like he was looking at a dead person.

"Oh oh oh? Beautiful eyes, I didn't expect the legendary savior, the protector of the earth, to show such an expression, it's amazing! Your murderous look!"

"You kidnapped Liz." Carl said indifferently, "What do you want to do?"

"Liz?" The clown frowned and thought, "Who is it?"

Harley Quinn on the side added: "That cutie who slipped away from under my nose! The one who can teleport."

"Oh." The clown remembered, "What is that little toy for? Of course, play!"

The air was suddenly suffocated, and the moment the voice landed, the clown flew out.

'boom! '

'boom! '

After a loud noise, the wall of the warehouse collapsed.

"Pudding!" Harley Quinn hurried over.

The clown got up from the ground, he patted the ashes on his body, but the corner of his mouth opened again.

"You dare to do anything to my pudding!" Harley Quinn picked up an iron rod from the ground and was about to rush forward. At this moment, the seductiveness on her body has completely faded away, replaced by a bone-chilling killing spree. meaning.

The clown grabbed Harley, "He's mine."

"Can……"

"Don't provoke me, Harry."

Meeting the clown's gaze, Harry pouted, no longer impulsive. "Okay." She picked up the iron rod and walked aside without intervening.

"Very good, now we can have a good chat." The clown picked up the dagger on the ground, not caring about the blood on it, he stuck out his tongue and licked it with excitement.

"You are not worthy." Karl ignored the clown's fierce attack, and the moment the sharp dagger pierced his chest, he made a 'clang', like the sound of steel colliding.

Seeing that Superman was not hurt, the clown looked even more excited.

"Sure enough, you are different." The clown didn't care about being strangled by Karl at all. The severe pain in his lungs made the madness in his eyes worse: "You are a monster! A monster that does not belong to this world!"

"Then what about you." The close contact with the clown made Carl unable to control the violent factor in his body. "What are you? A demon with human skin! You don't deserve to live in this world!"

"Why?" The clown rarely showed doubts: "This world is not yours, why can't I live, not you?"

Carl's hand was getting stronger and stronger, and the clown was almost obsessed with the beauty of suffocation.

Harley Quinn was no longer silent, she rushed over, but was kicked away by Karl.

The strength of that kick left a long dragging mark on the ground, and Harry inserted the iron rod into the ground, finally stopping the momentum that made her fly out uncontrollably.

"Pfft..." The violent shock made her cough up a mouthful of blood.

In the clown's sight, a patch of red was spreading.His eyes changed.

This time, the eyes he looked at Karl were no longer madness, but terrifying killing intent.

Facing such a pair of eyes, Karl gradually let go of his hand.

He looked at the clown almost with pleasure.He had never seen such a clown before, at least, in his own world, when he broke the clown's neck in a rage in prison, he still had that cynical look.It seems that he doesn't care about his own life and death at all, only the pain of others is the source of his pleasure.

And now, Carl realized something.

He found a weapon to attack the clown.

Physical pain is worthless at all.

Only the trauma of the soul is the torture that is worse than death!

This time, Carl's eyes finally fell on Harley Quinn, and he even showed a nice smile on his face.

"Look, what we found." The magnetic voice penetrated into the clown's ears little by little. "Your weakness."

"My weakness?" Following Carl's movements, the clown also set his eyes on the unconscious Harley Quinn, and then he laughed uncontrollably again: "You mean her? That stupid woman? But Is it a fool who is madly obsessed with me, and also worthy of being my weakness? Do you think I am Batman's lover?"

Then, the clown seemed to think of something, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes covered by watercolors: "Woman, Liz...So, I understand! You came to me because of that woman! Hahaha! Look, what did we find?" The clown imitated Carl's expression and showed a bloodthirsty smile: "Your weakness!"

'Click! With a sound, the clown's arm was broken.

Facing the crazy and provocative eyes of the clown, Carl twisted his other arm again.

The clown's two hands were hanging limply by his side, and his body, which was so painful that it was numb, made the clown's face even more sick.

For a moment, Carl froze.

Because the clown at this moment seems to overlap with a previous figure.

In prison, before he was about to kill him, the clown showed the same look.

The kind of madness that desperately wants to drag others to hell and never reincarnate.

The kind of sickness that appreciates the pain of others and enjoys it...

A piercing pain suddenly spread to all limbs and bones. This pain, which had not been seen for a long time, paralyzed Karl's whole body, and his grief could not be suppressed.

At the same moment, the gravel on the ground, the tools on the table, and the dropped sharp weapons floated up uncontrollably.

The surrounding air was instantly compressed to a terrifying extreme.

The glass bottle in the corner suddenly burst for some reason, and the crisp sound suddenly broke the silence in the room.

"Why?" Scarlet was brewing in Carl's eyes. He looked at the clown in front of him and asked the answer he most wanted to know: "Why did you do this? Why did you kill her and kill so many people!"

The clown thought that what Carl said was Liz, but in fact, it was indeed Liz.

"Why? Do you think we need another reason?"

"This is probably the same reason I strangled a puppy with a kitten last week, or stuffed the mouth of that guy Kezi into his stomach, and when the cat barked and the dog barked, only the dog was left. A pile of fur, flesh and brains—of course, you can't stop the hot feeling inside." The clown said with a look of enjoyment: "I thought you knew. After all, aren't you doing it right now? ?”

As soon as the clown finished speaking, a scarlet light radiated at the same time.

And the black figure that had been lurking on the beam for a long time fell at the same time at this moment, Bruce had already got what he wanted to know, so now, it was time to save the clown.

Something with a green halo was thrown, interrupting the X line of sight comparable to solar energy.

When Carl saw Bruce, who was disrupting the situation, he couldn't hide his killing intent anymore.

"You dare to disobey again!" Carl, with scarlet eyes, has lost his calmness: "Whether it is this world or another world, as expected, you are you! Bruce Wayne! Damn you!"

In the defeated warehouse, the light once again shined brightly.

***

Clark returned to the police station in Kansas Town, and after informing the local police and the FBI of the relevant information he had found, he came to the lounge.

As soon as he entered, Clark saw the person curled up on the sofa.

He walked over, took off his coat, bent down, and covered her.

The slight noise seemed to wake Liz up, her eyelashes trembled, and then she opened her eyes.

She felt a familiar breathing sound, her heart tightened suddenly, her body jumped up suddenly, and then, with a bang, she slammed into a strong embrace.

"Ah..." The rock-like body made Liz's head roar.

"Are you okay?" Clark's worried voice came from above, he reached out and hugged Liz who was about to fall, "Sorry for waking you up."

"No...it's okay." Seeing that it was Clark himself, Liz breathed a sigh of relief.

Clark saw her reddened brow, her eyes full of apology.

Liz touched her forehead, feeling a little tingling, but when she met Carl's blue eyes, she couldn't help laughing: "I'm fine, don't blame yourself. I was too reckless just now."

"By the way, have you seen... Albert?" Liz changed the subject.

"No."

"Ok."

"Are you worried about him?"

"Hmm." Liz looked at the busy policemen outside, with a bad feeling in her heart: "Actually, I'm worried about the person who meets him."

"Huh?" Clark looked at Liz suspiciously, but Liz obviously didn't intend to continue.

After the two chatted for a while, Clark planned to leave. He had to go home first and inform Martha of the details so that she would not worry.

And just as Clark was about to leave, someone from the FBI came over.

Agent Jareau, an elite agent in the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit with whom she had previously chatted, voiced her plea: "If it's okay, we'd like to trouble you with one thing."

"What's the matter?" Liz noticed her frown and worry in her eyes.

"News came from the local police that they found the warehouse based on the clues provided by Clark, but it had been completely bombed."

"What?" Clark seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed: "Then the detectives you sent or the local police were injured?"

"No." Agent Jareau still has a good sense of Clark. Not only does he have a keen intuition to help them solve the case, but he is also a very kind person with a sense of justice. As a reporter, this is a very rare quality. "but……"

"But what?"

Agent Jareau's eyes fell on Liz: "We found some residual bloodstains and clothing at the scene. The bloodstains have not yet been identified, but the clothes... our people recognized them, and they probably belonged to Albert..."

"Albert?"

Agent Jareau noticed the look on Liz's face. When the girl heard that her boyfriend/perhaps a friend was hurt, the girl's face was not worried, but a very strange look.

"So?" Liz wondered, "Do you suspect that Albert blew up the warehouse?"

"...No." Agent Jareau shook his head and said, "On the contrary, we are worried that Albert may be killed."

For a moment, Liz didn't know how to reply.

"Uh... well, so what's the thing you want me to help with?" Liz asked.

"Help us find him," Agent Jareau said.