Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

This voice is not absolutely hoarse, and it falls into the eyes of some special people, but they will find this voice very nice, but for most people, when they see this weird When they face, they will never feel fun.

This is a clown's face, no different from those weird masks sold on the street. The only difference is that the sloppy guy in front of him is probably addicted to a clown. He turned his face into a clown's face.

For children, clowns mean joy, but for adults, clowns often mean something special, pathological, dark... something chilling behind the joy.

There is a retired clown in the first work of the English writer Dickens, "Pickwick Gaiden", destroying himself to bring laughter to others, but Dickens wants to show more, that is, it is displayed under the surface of that joy. The nature of chaos, pain, disorder and fear, this kind of clown is called a scary clown.

In history, the earliest clowns must have been poor people with some kind of physical disabilities: dwarfs, scars, or ugly looks, and people with mental retardation. In fact, as far as the essence is concerned, the clown bears very heavy things from the moment of its birth. The appearance of this gadget represents the dark side of instinct in people's hearts.

Because the essence of the clowns' laughter is the difference between them and ordinary people, giving those who are physically sound a sense of psychological superiority, and is happy to laugh at and tease them.

However, the clown often has another layer of explanation. For example, the image of the "Fool" in the tarot card is a clown. Under the surface of the ugly deformity, it is actually very wise, even far beyond the wisdom of ordinary people.

So using the Joker contemporary number itself has dual meanings. Of course, these profound things have no meaning for the gangsters sitting in this hidden room.

In their eyes, the clown who walked into this room...is just a freak who stole their money.

"You dare to come!"

A grumpy black man next to Woods stood on the table and stood up. He tried to take out his weapon from his pocket, but he was held down by Woods. This man reopened from half a year ago. The gangster coming out of Cam's Crazy House seemed to be more wise. He looked at the clown who was sitting opposite the gangsters, and he gave a low laugh.

"Oh, I don't think you are a idiot. People who can plan so many successful robberies will not be idiots. So, what are you doing here? I'm curious."

Woods threw a chicken nugget into his mouth and rubbed the oil stains on his clown's clothes. He looked at him and lowered his voice.

"Are you here to die?"

"Hi, is this dress expensive for someone like me?"

The clown rolled his eyes, knocked off Wurz's hand, and then looked at the TV set in front of him, and showed a terrible smile at the accounting boss Liu who also looked at him, he relaxed A look at the arms, the wrinkles on the face made the white paint look cracked, and made the face even more terrifying.

"You know, your money... well, that's just a little joke I made with you..."

As soon as his words fell, Maloney smirked dumbly. The current strongest gangster in Gotham sneered and said in a gentle voice that did not match his identity.

"Subtract those we chased back, worth 35 million jokes, ha... Mr. Clown, don't you think we have more and more reasons to kill you now?"

The words immediately won everyone's approval. The anxious guy had pulled out his weapon. This completely unfriendly state made the clown sneer. He changed a posture, put his hands on the table in front of him, and supported Holding his chin, the eyes in those dark eyes shook left and right,

"Okay, okay, let's go straight to the topic...Let's set the time back a year ago, the police and lawyers in this city didn't dare to provoke any of you, they were afraid of you, I still remember the original Falcony's prestige over the entire city, you all want to be the second, right?"

The clown smiled and pointed to Maloney. This malicious action gradually made the smile on Maloney's face that had always faced other people with an "elegant" gesture gradually solidify. The clown said his greatest wish, but Now, this is not the right time.

But the clown did not give him a chance to speak, but asked in a puzzled tone,

"But now..."

He glanced left and right in a pretense gesture, looking at the conference room transformed by the back kitchen of this restaurant. This was too shabby for the 12 gangsters who ruled Gotham. Falconi was in Narrow Island has a villa that is more than twenty times larger than this conference room.

He spread his hands like a confused person looking for answers. With the oil paint on his face, this kind of silent taunt became everyone can feel,

"What's going on? You... are you out of planting? Hmm?"

The doubts on his face turned into an unabashed taunt, he pointed to his own heart,

"Look, guys like me... guys like me can sit here and talk to you in a stately manner!"

"In the past, I would get beaten up by getting close to you about 20 meters, and look at the current time!"

He raised his left hand and opened his sleeves to reveal the cheap, childish children's watch,

"15:43 pm...in the daytime."

The clown's words silenced all the gangsters. Of course they understood what the clown was referring to. Even Liu on the TV set began to concentrate on listening to the clown's "speech", although these words sounded unbearable. Stop copying the guy and kill him.

He grunted, clenched his left hand into a fist, and tapped **** the table in front of him.

"Listen, I know, why do you choose to have your collective psychotherapy in this small house where the mice are too crowded, and I also know why you are afraid to go out at night..."

He spread his hands, made a flying gesture, and then raised his fingers and put them to his mouth, lowering his voice, just like playing games with these big brothers,

"Batman, right? Batman has made you stand out in front of everyone in Gotham, that cowardly, ugly, bullying and hard-to-hard prototype, ah, guys, this is really unfortunate."

His eyes were wide, like a wise man standing on the side watching the fire, he took a deep breath, his hands were like playing the piano, and he tapped nervously in the air.

"You are afraid of him! Now all the problems you are facing, in the final analysis...is the stubborn justice pursuer who likes to do much business, isn't he?"

No one spoke. At this moment, the clown who had become the owner of the little house coughed twice, and his finger pointed at Liu in the TV in front of him.

"This thing called "plan", you actually believe... Harvey Dent, he really doesn't have the right to enforce law outside Gotham, but Batman has...no no no, I mean, bat Xia has no jurisdiction, he will eventually find him, even if he is hiding on the other side of the earth, he will force him to say it!"

His fingers turned around all the people at the meeting, and finally became a fist, as if he had firmly grasped the answer. His eyes were bent, and a malicious smile was made towards Liu opposite.

"Hey, informer, I can see it at a glance."

Sitting on the plane, Liu, who was far away from Gotham Wanli, was hairy by the clown’s malicious smile even though he was across the TV. He reached out and turned off the TV subconsciously, and disappeared on his TV screen in his face. At that moment, Woods and Maloney glanced at each other.

Yes, this clown is right again. They never really believed Liu. He is different from the ethical Huffs. He is just a businessman. It is difficult to say whether he will face this huge amount of money. Do something overreaching, especially after he left Gotham... Harvey Dent, the local prosecutor has no law enforcement powers anywhere else, and the Gotham gang is the same.

"So, let's talk about your suggestion, joker, let's listen, what do you think about this matter."

Woods pushed a glass of beer with ice cubes in front of the clown. This big man with a big back and a flowered shirt showed a dark smile.

"Aren't you the kind of person who just talks and doesn't dare to do it?"

"Oh, thank you for your beer, I started to like you, really, we can be friends!"

The clown passed the beer unsuspectingly, and took a swig with a twist of his head. He touched his mouth boldly. The piece of paint was wiped off a little, but he didn't care at all. He raised a finger. Shaking in front of everyone,

"It's simple...we killed him!"

"Who?"

Woolz asked subconsciously, and was glared at by the clown. The guy put his head on his head and said with a look of irrelevance.

"Who can it be? Please, have I said everything in vain? Of course Batman!"

He has a malicious smile on his face,

"We killed Batman and everything was solved! He was just a mortal, and he could kill him with a bullet!"

Everyone froze for a while, and then laughed in unison. They saw the expression of confidence on the face of the clown, and let him say that he was going to kill a chicken, not the dark knight who was so frightening in Gotham.

Wuerz, who had always been confident in the clown, couldn't help but show a headache expression. He looked at the clown and said playfully,

"If it's as simple as you say... then why don't you do it? You see, he has been in Gotham for more than a year. Isn't anyone trying to do this?"

Wuerz's voice became violent,

"No! The person who tried to kill him was either broken or locked in prison, or he was already dead... Although the freak didn't kill, many people were happy to see us die, we were not popular in this city , Isn't it?"

"So, I hope you can seriously consider what I said. I don’t want to hear anything like this kind of lunatic! Otherwise, you can be carried out, I hope you have insurance."

The villains laughed again, but the clown did not laugh. He looked at Woolz and said very seriously,

"No! I'm not crazy!"

"I appeared here in a fair and decent way, instead of wearing a ghost mask, I ran out with you to play a thief-catching game at night, and would not beat you when you were doing evil, nor would I try to do it by myself. To prove what the hell’s justice, listen... listen to me!"

The clown took a deep breath. He pointed to his face and said seriously,

"Excuse me, who is the real maniac with me?"

"As for the question you just said, I would say, hehe."

He smiled a few words and flicked that finger in the air. "You can't do anything in vain!"

Woolz's face changed a few times, he asked,

"How much do you want?"

The clown also lowered his voice, "half!"

"boom"

Woods felt like he was being played, his hands slammed against the table, pushed the table in front of him aside, then pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the clown's forehead,

"Damn it! My patience has reached its limit! Half? I think your life is only a bullet, do you think I'm right?"

"Hey, hi! Calm down! Man, calm down!"

The clown didn’t panic, facing the gun, he shook his hand, pulled off his clothes, stood up, and on his right thumb, I don’t know when he had put on a pull ring, connected to that ring There are also 7 grenades fixed in the lining. Only a slight pull of his hand is needed. As long as one bolt is pulled off, there will be no living people in this house.

"MD!"

"Damn it!"

Everyone was in a panic. They pulled out their weapons in unison and aimed at the clown, but the guy was still a hippie with a smiling face. He took a **** playing card from his pocket with his other hand and put it In front of Woolz,

"This is my contact information...If you want to solve this problem seriously, remember to contact me."

Woods looked somber, he slowly put down the gun in his hand, took the card in his hand, and whispered as the clown stepped away.

"Wait... I won't hire you directly to kill Batman, that's stupid, but if you want to prove your strength, then...I have a task to give you here, if you can prove yourself... the question just now , We are not unable to consider."

There was a twisted smile on the clown's face, and he bent down to make a funny courtesy,

"So, Joker is at your service."