Marvel – Immortal Path

Gunshots, screams, screams, and also bank alarm bells.

The gangster wearing a clown mask and a black hood raised his head and took a deep breath, as if to carve the smell of blood in the air into his lungs.

He stood on tiptoe like the worst ballerina and turned round. As the corners of the black hood floated, his figure jumped lightly, and he sat on the wooden counter in the middle of the hall. .

"History!"

The clown roughly patted the wooden counter of Gotham National Bank inheritance for a hundred years, and the shouts overwhelmed all the noise: "History is a good thing, madam Gentlemen, you must keep the history in mind."

A total of four other masked gangsters with guns jumped from the back door of the orange school bus. They also wore different styles of clown masks on their faces. His semi-automatic rifle blasted the sky aimlessly, and finally no one in the hall dared to stand.

The clown as the leader sat on the counter with his legs dangling, tilted his head, and said: "According to the teachings of history, you as lambs should all lie on the ground, like mice in the church. Don’t say a word, or I’ll use your blood to decorate the walls, understand?"

The humble people lying on the ground like maggots did not respond, and there was only a rapid alarm in the huge hall. .

Li Ang lightly sighed hiding in the corner. He doesn’t want to cause trouble, he doesn’t want to do anything. If someone wants to rob the bank, then let him grab it. Anyway, the wealth in the vault doesn’t have a dime from him. Relationship.

The corpse of a security guard just leaned in front of him, and the hollow eye sockets that were bombarded by the bullet dripped with indescribable tissue fluid, and the warm pool of blood slowly overflowed. .

The twin shiver coldly held by Li Ang in his arms is like two frightened little beasts. He buried his head deep into his chest and sobbed softly, tears soaking Li Ang's newly bought shirt.

After all, it’s a little child in the peaceful era, and it’s not a black Africa. Those 7-8 years old boy scouts who carried guns and killed people on the street...

Li Ang touched After touching the twin's hair, I continued to spy on the outside with the reflection of the cellphone screen.

"Now, let's see who can open the vault..."

The clown jumped off the counter and picked up the keep quiet out of fear from the ground. The deputy bank manager—the former business elite in suits and ties, confident and comfortable, is now brow beaded with sweat and stammering speechless.

"You are not a clown, he is dead, he is dead!"

This sentence seems to have a special kind of magic power, making the gangster leader suddenly stagnate. The action is like a freezing picture after pressing the space bar in a video player.

Gotham City is a sinful city. No one doubts this. Too many villains and gangsters are mixed in, sucking the blood of innocent people who step into the city like leeches that breed in the silt. .

The successor penguin man of the Kobot gangster family, the extremely frozen man with a frozen air spray gun, even the scarecrow who relied on fear of poison qi to create panic, the riddle man in a question mark suit, and the man who decided everything on coins Two-faced people...

These villains entrenched in the sky above Gotham, like vultures waiting by the carrion, coveting the gluttonous feast below all the time.

If they can still represent the "orderly chaos" in Gotham City, then the clown at the top of the wicked symbolizes pure disorder.

Crazy, cunning, insidious, evil, arrogant, contemptible, for the purpose by fair means or foul, dare to sacrifice everything, like watching this world burn...

too Many crown nouns can be embellished on the head of the madman in a purple suit. If Batman is the king of the city under the dark night, then the clown will always be the court jester who stands opposite him.

Without any extraordinary ability or huge power support, relying only on the mastery of crafty plots and machinations and playing with the dark side of human nature, the clown has created a bunch of appalling horror events.

Until a year ago, after he cut off his own face, he disappeared and disappeared. Some people said that he was sick and died in a gloomy sewer. Some people said that he was caught by enemies everywhere. , Died of some kind of terrifying lynching.

For a whole year, there was no news of clowns in this city. For this reason, the officers of the Gotham Police Department bought drunk privately more than once to celebrate-at least they don’t have to worry about the person wearing the purple suit. Perverts will blow up the entire police station with explosives made from soap.

"Joker?" The gang leader sighed and lifted the shivering bank manager up, "For the sake of God, who told you that I am here?"

Seems to be stung in a private corner, the gang leader pulled off the mask with great excitement, revealing a face painted with pale powder inside, and also a bright red and funny bubble ball on the tip of his nose.

The corners of his mouth are not upright, and the arrangement of his facial features is more gentle. It seems that he is just a fat clown who appears at the children’s birthday party and performs magic shows for the children.

"In the eyes of your Gotham people, can only he-mother-a clown in the world?" The gang leader shook the bank manager's collar like a collapse, and roared angrily:" Every clown, every one! Will register oneself unique and unmatched clown face painting on the Global Clown Association, you can see clearly for me, am I the damn Gotham who hasn’t registered or even has a nose ball? City clown?!"

The bank manager was speechless with trembling lips. The gang leader suddenly loosened his collar and let the manager fall to the ground.

In Li Ang's sight, the moment the bank manager fell to the ground, he put his hand in his pocket quite secretly, as if he had pressed some button.

Have you called the police? That's fine.

Li Ang calmed down the twin softly to let them not be afraid, and slammed his toes out and hooked the pistol that had fallen beside the dead security corpse.

"Gotham City citizens, good afternoon. Please allow me to take a few minutes to explain our identity."

The gang leader pointed to the tip of the owner’s nose, He said: "I am called the Clown Bucky."

He pointed to several other people, "The two who are using the drill to open the vault door are the clown Hisoso and the clown Pennywiss. The one who is patrolling with guns is the clown Nicolas. The five of us are all registered clowns in the clown association. We should not be confused with that kind of unorthodox. The poor copycat should be dead, otherwise I swear to God, Must make him cramped and peeled into a stick..."

With a bang, a hole was drilled in the vault door, and the two gangsters rushed into the vault with suppressed smiles and swept away with canvas bags. Brand new dollar bills and heavy gold ingots on the shelf.

"Aha, wealth, dazzling, brilliant." Bucky rubbed his hands, directing the others to load the bag into the Colonel.

Rapid brakes suddenly sounded outside the bank, and seven or eight police cars blocked the door airtightly. Arrive slowly, the Gotham police took the opened car door as a rock and the gunpoint in his hand. Aim at the orange-yellow school bus.

The clowns looked at each other in blank dismay, and Bucky jumped and said: "Damn! Didn't we cut off the line to get to the Gotham police station? What's the matter?"

Beep to zero, a hurried text message bell rang suddenly in the silent hall, and a text message from Christina was displayed on the cellphone screen.

"Have you received them?" There are a few cute question mark emojis behind them.

The boots of Bucky the clown have appeared in Li Ang's eyes, and the cold muzzle was pressed on his forehead.