The clown is a thin man.

He is combing green short curly hair and wearing a dark purple suit. The green waistcoat and the lined white shirt match each other. The color contrast is extremely exaggerated and particularly eye-catching.

Of course, what matters more is his face.

It was an angular face painted with pale powder.

Deep wrinkles are clearly visible under the white powder. The sunken eye sockets are smeared with a circle of pitch black dust. Together with the large white of the eyes, and the pupils that have almost shrunk into a black spot, they give people a kind of A shuddering weirdness.

His lips are painted with a layer of scarlet paint, and the corners of his mouth extend extremely long to both sides.

Looking carefully, I found that under that layer of paint, there was an extremely deep scar between the upper and lower jaws—his mouth had been cut open.

If you continue to look at the scar on the corner of the mouth, you can see that the weirdness of the clown is more than that.

The front of his forehead, the front of the ears, the lips, and the neck are all There is a layer of rough stitches, and a layer of distinct flesh and blood can be noticed along the sides of the stitches.

The clown's face and his face are two wholes.

To be more precise, his face was cut off, and only by relying on needles and threads to fix the skin on his face.

"I'm sorry to meet you in this situation."

The clown stood up, through the white silk gloves, reached out and adjusted his face. Position, grinned and said: "In fact, we should have met earlier, in Gotham.

It's a pity that I have to find out where my face is. It took a while."

"Heh,"

Li Ang smiled, remembering the time in Gotham, and said calmly: "Indeed, if I could meet your Excellency in Gotham at that time, it should be very Interesting."

"Yes,"

The clown straightened up and said with some emotion: "Now, Your Excellency Li Ang, you are already the Messiah, savior, and I just Trifling is a tiny worm whose skin has to stick to flesh and blood.

For you now, you only need a look, I am afraid you can easily crush me into powder."

Li Ang smiled and said nothing. His four-dimensional vision could clearly see that there was absolutely no trace of any extraordinary power in the clown. In other words, the once king of Gotham crime was a completely ordinary person.

What kind of major event can an ordinary criminal, relying on his talents and wisdom, do?

Li Ang is looking forward to this.

At this time, Constantine also walked out of the darkness neither fast nor slow, and the rune array lit up on the ground shines every time this warlock, which has undergone human transformation, takes a step forward.

Ghost Rider subconsciously transformed into a bone-skeleton shape, igniting the hell fire, and the noisy and violent flame spread on the floor, almost instantly engulfing the Harley motorcycle parked not far away.

However, this time Harley Motors was not infected by hell fire—rune released by Constantine took the lead to surround the motorcycle, spreading a circular barrier on its surface, blocking the flames.

Johnny Fraser or Ghost Rider didn't have time to think about it. He drew out the iron chain and flicked it violently, moving towards Constantine and threw it away.

The iron lock burning with raging fire is like a viper, bent in midair, and ran to the front door of Constantine with lightning speed.

At this meeting, the well-prepared Constantine will not be as busy as before, and will directly summon a pentagram-shaped array, which is suspended on the road of the chain.

An array taken from the ceremony of the Witch sacrificial ceremony in the Middle Ages, which can directly summon out evil creatures from hell (different from ordinary demons, evil creatures are hardly self-conscious, they are more like ignorant primordial wild beasts. )

The array Blink of the pentagram is endless. After a very short delay, a group of Carina's giant octopus tentacles with a pungent sulfur smell emerged from the array.

The giant tentacles unconsciously expand and swell, pushing away the pile of discarded parts stacked on the ground directly. The octopus sucker inside the tentacles will use huge suction to wrap up the black oily auto parts. , Drag it slowly towards the pentagram array itself.

The forward direction of the iron chain is completely blocked by the tentacles, and the remaining power remains undiminished. It is poured into the thick layers of meat like clay ox entering the sea, splashing out rancid pus.

As soon as the pus water touches the ground, it will corrode the cement floor into huge skeletons in an instant, and while bursts of burnt smoke rise, three or two fist sized Carina octopuses will also rise in the pus water.

The newly born little octopuses wave their tentacles and move towards the dark corners of the repair shop at a very fast speed. Before they can run a few steps, they are hiding the sky and covering the earth. The hell fire chased after it, and with a stern "squeak", it exploded completely.

However, even the hell magic fire entangled in the chain cannot cause enough damage to the large tentacles itself-no matter how much the magic fire is scorched, new tentacles can immediately grow out of the wound. Meat pieces to fill the vacancies.

As one ebbs and flows, Ghost Rider's chain keeps sinking into the tentacles, forcing the latter to wave his palm, cut off a part of the chain, and dock his tail to survive.

"Enough, Fraser, you smelly brat, can you give the guest a little respect? You're here, I'm going to lock you up!"

The clown used his parents to reprimand Brat's tone of speech, and Ghost Rider seems to have also noticed the restraint of the evil creatures of hell, silently put away the iron chain, and stood in place.

Constantin grinned, stretched out his hand and adjusted the position of the array, causing the octopus tentacles to shrink and flatten, and finally converge into long strips and stick them on the walls, floors, and ceilings of the car repair shop. Form a natural barrier.

In this environment, even Ghost Rider cannot escape alive.

catching a turtle in a jar, the situation is very good.

"Then, Honorable Li Ang,"

The clown pulled the collar of the suit, stuffed the white silk gloves into the pocket of the purple suit, and spread it out on both sides I said with a smile without paying attention to the image: "You are such an influential figure who saves Earth at every turn, how can you pay attention to a pawn like me and Johnny?

You should be busy now Deal with the alien coalition affairs, right?"

"First of all, you are definitely not a pawn. The mind is more important than extraordinary power."

Li Ang has a lot of Examining the Gotham crime king with interest, he said calmly: "Secondly, my talent, or innate talent, is to be able to see through the clues on the surface of things, find their inner connections, and finally sort these clues and point them to The only and certain truth.

In my opinion, you, Ghost Rider Johnny Blaze, and the hell forces standing behind are all important parts of the alien coalition’s invasion of Earth."

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