Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

This voice is not absolutely hoarse, in the eyes of some special people, they will think it sounds good, but for the vast majority of people, when they see this weird face, they will never It feels 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 playing a clown, he turned his face into a clown's face.

To children, clowns mean joy, but to adults, clowns often mean something special, morbid, dark...something chilling behind that joy.

In the first work of the British writer Dickens, "The Pickwick Papers", there is a retired clown who destroys himself to bring laughter to others, but what Dickens wants to show is the kind of joy that is displayed under the surface, The nature of chaos, pain, disorder and fear, this kind of clown is called scary clown.

In history, the earliest clowns must have been poor people with some kind of physical disability: dwarfs, scars, or just ugly, and mentally handicapped patients. In fact, as far as its essence is concerned, the clown has been burdened with very heavy things from the moment it was born. The appearance of this thing represents the dark side of human instinct.

Because the essence of clowns to make people laugh is the difference between them and ordinary people, giving those physically able-bodied people a sense of psychological superiority, and taking pleasure in laughing and playing with them.

However, clowns often have another explanation. For example, the image of "The Fool" in the Tarot card is a clown. Under the ugly and deformed surface, he is actually very wise, even far beyond the wisdom of ordinary people.

So using the contemporary name of the clown itself has a double meaning. Of course, these profound things have no meaning to the gangsters sitting in this hidden room.

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

"How dare you come here!"

A grumpy black boss next to Wurz slapped the table and stood up. He tried to take out the weapon from his pocket, but Wurz reached out and held him down. The boss who came out of Cam's Asylum seemed to have become a little wiser. He looked at the clown sitting opposite the bosses with big thorns, and he let out a deep laugh.

"Hehe, I don't think you are an idiot. Someone who can plan so many successful robberies will not be an idiot. Then, what are you doing here? I'm curious."

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

"Are you here to die?"

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

The clown rolled his eyes, knocked off Wurtz's hand, then looked at the TV set in front of him, and showed a terrifying smile to the accountant boss Liu who was also looking at him, he relaxed Raising his arms, the wrinkles on his face made the layer of white paint look a little cracked, making this face even more terrifying.

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

As soon as his words fell, Maloney laughed dumbfounded. The most powerful gangster in Gotham currently sneered, and said in a gentle voice that didn't fit his identity,

"Minus the ones we recovered, a joke worth 35 million, ha... Mr. Clown, don't you think we have more and more reasons to kill you now?"

This statement immediately won everyone's approval. The impatient guy had already drawn out his weapon. The completely unfriendly state made the clown snort coldly. He changed his posture, put his hands on the table in front of him, and stood up. Chin set, eyes in dark sockets swaying from side to side,

"Okay ok, let's get straight to the point... let's turn back the time to a year ago, the police and lawyers in this city didn't dare to mess with any of you, they were afraid of you, I still remember Falconi ruled the whole city, you all want to be the second him, right?"

The clown smiled and pointed at Maloney. This malicious gesture gradually froze the smile on Maloney's face when facing other people with an "elegant" attitude. The clown expressed his greatest wish, but Now is not the right time.

But the clown didn't give him a chance to speak, but asked in a puzzled tone,

"But now..."

He looked around pretendingly, and looked at the meeting room transformed from the back kitchen of this restaurant. This was a bit too shabby for the 12 gangsters who ruled Gotham. Back then, Falconi was in There is a villa on Narrow Island that is more than twenty times larger than this conference room.

He spread his hands, like a confused person looking for an answer, and with the oil paint on his face, this silent taunting became recognizable to everyone,

"What's going on? You...you haven't planted any? Huh?"

The doubt on his face turned into an undisguised sarcasm, he pointed to his heart,

"Look, a guy like me... a guy like me can sit here and talk to you majestically!"

"In the past, if I approached you about 20 meters away, I would be beaten up by Fatty, and look at the time now!"

He raised his left hand and pulled open his sleeve, revealing that cheap, childish children's watch,

"15:43 p.m....it's broad daylight."

What the clown said silenced all the bosses. Of course they understood what the clown was referring to. Even Liu on the TV began to concentrate on listening to the clown's "speech", even though these words sounded unbearable. Just grab the guy and kill him.

He snorted, clenched his left hand into a fist, and knocked vigorously on the table in front of him,

"Listen, I know why you choose to hold your group therapy sessions in broad daylight, in this small room that rats can't get enough of, and I know why you're afraid to go out at night..."

He spread his hands, made a flying posture, then put his fingers up, put them near his mouth, and lowered his voice, as if he was playing a game with these big guys,

"Batman, right? Batman showed you your original form in front of everyone in Gotham, that cowardly, ugly, bullying prototype, ah, it's unfortunate, everyone"

His eyes were wide open, like a wise man standing on the sidelines, he took a deep breath, and tapped his hands nervously in the air a few times as if playing a piano,

"You are afraid of him! All the problems you are facing now, in the final analysis... is that nosy, stubborn pursuer of justice, isn't it?"

No one spoke. At this moment, it seemed that the clown who became the owner of this small house coughed twice, and pointed his finger at Liu on the TV in front of him.

"This thing called 'The Plan', you guys actually believe... Harvey Dent, he really doesn't have law enforcement outside of Gotham, but Batman does... 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 speak out!"

His fingers twirled around all the people in the meeting, and finally clenched into fists, as if tightly grasping the answer to the riddle, his eyes curled up, and he made a malicious smile towards Liu who was opposite,

"Hey, I can spot someone who can inform you at a glance."

Sitting on the plane, Liu, who is thousands of miles away from Gotham, was terrified by the clown's malicious smile even though he was separated by the TV. He subconsciously reached out and turned off the TV, and when his face disappeared from the TV screen At that moment, Wurtz and Maloney looked at each other.

Yes, this clown is right again. They never really believed Liu. He is different from the ethical Hoffs. He is just a businessman. It is hard to say, facing this huge amount of money, will he Do something overstepping, especially since he left Gotham... Harvey Dent, the D.A. doesn't have enforcement powers anywhere else, neither does the Gotham gang.

"Then, tell me your suggestion, joker, let us hear what you think about this matter."

Wurtz pushed a glass of beer with ice cubes in front of the clown. This big man with a back comb and a floral shirt showed a sinister smile,

"You can't be the kind of person who can only talk but dare not do it?"

"Oh, thanks for the beer, I'm starting to like you, really, we can be friends!"

The clown unsuspectingly took the beer, turned his head and drank a big gulp, he touched his mouth boldly, the paint on that piece was wiped off, but he didn't care at all, he raised a finger, In front of everyone's eyes,

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

"who?"

Wurtz asked subconsciously, but was glared at by the clown. The guy held his head and said with a look of lovelessness,

"Who else? Come on, have I lost my word? Of course it's Batman!"

He had a malicious smile on his face,

"We killed Batman and everything went away! He's just a mortal, a bullet can kill him!"

Everyone froze for a moment, and then laughed in unison. They saw the confident expression on the clown's face, as if he said he wanted to kill a chicken, not the dark knight who was feared in Gotham.

Wurz, who has always been confident in the clown, couldn't help showing a headache expression. He looked at the clown and said playfully,

"If it's as easy as you say...then why don't you do it? Look, he's been in Gotham for over a year, hasn't anyone tried to do it?"

Wurtz's voice became darker,

"No! Whoever tried to kill him was either in prison with broken bones or already dead... Although that freak doesn't kill, many people are happy to see us die, we are not welcome in this city , isn't it?"

"So, I hope you can seriously consider what I said. I don't want to hear words like this lunatic again! Otherwise, you can be carried out. I hope you bought insurance."

The group of villains laughed again, but the clown didn't laugh. He looked at Wurtz and said very seriously,

"No! I'm not crazy!"

"I appear here openly, instead of wearing a hellish mask, running out at night to play a game of catching thieves with you, and I will not beat you when you do evil, and I will not try to use my own strength To prove some goddamn justice, listen...listen to me!"

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

"Excuse me, who is the real madman, me or him?"

"As for your question just now, I would say, hey."

He laughed a few words, and flicked that finger in the air, "What you are good at must not be done in vain!"

Wurz's complexion changed several times, he asked,

"How much do you want?"

The clown also lowered his voice in cooperation, "Half!"

"boom"

Wurtz felt that he was being tricked. He clapped his hands on the table vigorously, pushed the table in front of him aside, then drew out his pistol and pointed it at the clown's forehead.

"Damn! I'm at the limit of my patience! Half? I think your life is only a bullet, do you think I'm right?"

"Hey hey hey! Calm down! Dude, calm down!"

The clown didn't panic. Facing the muzzle of the gun, he shook his hand, pulled off his clothes, stood up, and put a ring on his right thumb at some point, and the ring connected to it , and the 7 grenades fixed on the inner lining. He only needs to pull it lightly with his hand. As long as one of the bolts is pulled off, there will be no living people in this house.

"MD!"

"Damn it!"

Everyone was in a panic. They drew their weapons in unison and aimed at the clown, but the guy still had a hippie smile on his face. He took out a bloody poker card from his pocket with his other hand and put it on Before Wurtz,

"Here's my contact information... If you want to seriously solve this problem, remember to contact me."

Wurtz's face was gloomy. He slowly put down the gun in his hand and took the card in his hand. When the clown stepped back and left, he whispered,

"Wait...I won't directly hire you to kill Batman, that would be stupid, but if you want to prove your strength, then...I have a task for you here, if you can prove yourself...the question just now , we can't think about it."

A twisted smile spread across the Joker's face, and he bent over in a comical courtesy,

"Then, Joker is at your service."