Dark Savages Come To the United States

In the honest Gotham City, Rorschach's face is also very ugly at this time.

The reason for using "also" is because there are too many people with ugly faces at this time.

Luo Xia met his old buddy as he wished, but watched the old buddy die in front of him. Such a thing was a complete provocation for him.

Also an obviously bad joke that couldn't be more obvious.

He locked onto the person who was joking without hesitation, of course he had some wishful thinking.

But it didn't matter, he was always like this when he was doing things, facing the former criminal, he didn't think at all that the other party would become a normal person one day.

Yes, "normal people" instead of "nice people".

Rorschach is very stubborn, and there will be no retroactive period for his trial.

People who love to laugh are usually not too bad luck, but now there is a person who loves to laugh is going to be unlucky!

At best, if he offended Batman, his limbs would be broken and sent to a mental hospital, but Rorschach would not abide by the belief of not killing anything!

Rorschach didn't care if he became a murderer, just like he never cared whether he was a hero or not!

"When a clown brings a smile, it also brings fear. This guy is too dangerous."

Rorschach stood outside the nightclub that had been burned into a sea of ​​flames, holding a nut hammer in his hand, his eyes hidden under the mask were somewhat gloomy.

The fear brought about by a guy dressed as a clown comes from the incomprehensible thought behind that mask, and it is almost inevitable for ordinary people to have fear in that dress.

Like Rorschach's own mask, the fear of mystery and the unknown.

If there is any difference between masked heroes and clowns in terms of hiding their faces, there probably isn't much difference.

It's just that he felt a more dangerous and ominous atmosphere, what does a chaotic and disordered soul want to get from this world?

Because he didn't understand what that bastard wanted, so all his behaviors were very strange.

"Will Diablo like a guy like this? Maybe not, but Diablo will definitely welcome his existence!"

Rorschach gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, the siren of the police car could already be heard in the distance.

An explosion and arson, someone has to come and check this place out.

It's just that these guys came a little quickly this time, far exceeding the time limit they usually need.

Although he came here after the event ended, he has already won a lot compared to before. It was as if someone had called the police in advance.

Of course Diablo wouldn't like a guy like a clown.

Although he can bring endless fear, the fear itself is dissatisfied with such a guy, even jealous.

Because the clown himself lacks fear!

If there is anyone who can truly be regarded as Diablo's innate nemesis, that clown is definitely one of them!

Unlike Bul-Kelso and Constantine who lost their fear because they lost a part of their soul, the Joker himself took everything as a laughing stock.

How can such a thing be afraid? Fear of losing? Or is he afraid that others will die because of his joke?

Rorschach put away the weapon in his hand, he wanted to meet someone now.

A barbarian who will definitely be loved by Diablo!

Bruce Wayne!

A hero with a bottom line and a sense of justice who intends to fuse himself with his fears.

To be honest, Korick has been worried about when Wayne will be corrupted by fear, and even handed over the legend of cast iron of fear to the other party, just to be able to remind Wayne at any time that fear should be used to forge one's will exist.

But will it really work? Rorschach is skeptical.

Just after Luo Xia tightened his windbreaker and left the scene, a figure of a clown slowly walked out of the sea of ​​flames, he just looked at Luo Xia's back.

Yes, the Joker himself is here, always has been!

Although Rorschach smashed one of his mechanical doubles before, the clown has been watching Rorschach's performance.

Even watching the laughing craftsman die in front of Rorschach, and watching the pattern on Rorschach's face freeze for a moment and never change.

Nothing makes him happier than watching other people's jokes, if ever, watching his own.

My own jokes are being staged all the time, and the world is trying to make this guy laugh all the time.

"Why didn't you smile? Or were you already smiling, and that pattern on that mask is what you look like when you're laughing?"

The clown tilted his head and grinned, and the flames approached him little by little.

He muttered as if he didn't notice it, his tone seemed to be telling a joke.

But the clown himself stood there with a smile on his face as if he was lost in some kind of thought.

Then that smile that was showing tension all the time narrowed down a little bit.

"Laugh! You should laugh! How funny this world is! Heroes and villains are intertwined, so at the end of a play where a villain is the hero, will anyone laugh?"

The clown's appearance can't see his inner performance at all.

With his fair complexion and torn corners of his mouth, he never showed any normal expression, except for a smile.

The clown's soliloquy seems very neurotic.

"Ha! Haha! Hahaha! Xia! Drink! Hehe... What a likable group! Even when fighting, they are smiling.

He even laughed when he was fighting, and even laughed when he killed others and was killed by others.

I really like you more and more, savages. "

The clown continued to talk to himself, and then extinguished the flame that had just ignited his trousers.

The exaggerated movements have the same physical expression as this stage play.

The toe of the brown leather shoes poked the ground, and the walking posture was a little hunched, with shoulders hunched, making him look much thinner than he really was.

After extinguishing the flames on the feet, the cuffs were also set on fire.

The clown waved his arms wildly, as if he wanted to stay away from his hand.

It's like the hands and the body have completely different brains.

But at a certain moment, the hand that was on fire stopped, as if the hand was locked in that position by space.

His body trembled except for the burning hand, as if he was enduring the burning pain. The hand that should have been in severe pain did not move!

He tremblingly took out a crumpled cigar from his chest pocket with his good hand, put it in his mouth, then carefully controlled his head and slowly approached the fixed, burning hand .

Take a deep breath!

A clown performance that was excellent even in a circus, the oil paint on that face was dripping with the sweat that emerged from the high temperature.

It was unclear whether his sweat was from the pain or the heat.

However, after the white paint disappeared, his complexion was still as pale as ever!

The police car had already parked outside the nightclub, and the fire engine was already in place. But not even one person got off the car, they were all afraid!

Afraid of the guy who looks like no one else in front of him!

They saw that figure from a long distance away! They start to be afraid from a long distance away!

That guy is so recognizable that everyone in Gotham knows he exists!

The fear from the heart made everyone tremble involuntarily.

In the police car sat a well-known police chief, Gordon.

The moment Director Gordon saw the clown, his heart skipped a beat.

Then he forced his body to get out of the police car, intending to face the underground king of Gotham City!

Also the king of the underground, Jin Bin in New York is completely different from the clown in front of him.

It's not the gap between means and territory, but the sense of fear!

Everyone would avoid messing with Kim, that way they would be safe, because Kim wasn't bored enough to kill someone for fun like a lowly psycho.

But no one knows if they'll be part of one of the Joker's jokes.

"Joker, you're under arrest!"

Director Gordon himself didn't notice that his voice was trembling when he said this again.

He also didn't care that after he got out of the car, none of the police officers and firefighters got out of the car with him.

Gordon insisted on facing the guy in front of him, because it seemed that the clown was standing there alone.

No matter how you look at it, it shouldn't be so scary, but looking at the clown in the sea of ​​flames, the feeling of fear is even worse than before, like a dense army of ants eating his flesh and blood!

It was as if it wasn't the clown who was in the flames, but Gordon!

"What?? Why are you so serious? Aren't my acting and jokes funny?"

The Joker tries to extinguish the flames on the cuffs, but the flames get a little out of control from the action of his cigar.

The clown's movements are a little hectic, just like a real clown.

His flat, questioning tone combined with flustered ear movements revealed a strong sense of humor.

But still no one laughed.

"Well, I really hate you guys with no sense of humor! But, fireman! Are you blind! Can't see that I'm on fire!?"

The clown gave up making fun of those boring guys and shouted loudly.

Like a normal person caught in a sea of ​​fire.

He was only short of complaining loudly while accepting the rescue, the taxes he paid didn't allow these guys to treat him like this.

Because the firefighters neither put out the fire nor saved him.

"I remembered a joke. If your wife and daughter were caught in a sea of ​​fire, would you save the wife first or the daughter first? Director Gordon, who is not funny at all?"

The clown's voice was ridiculed, but his body movements became more intense.

The action to put out the flames of the cuffs was still unsuccessful, but the hem of his clothes was also set on fire.

But he was still telling jokes.

Director Gordon felt a click in his heart, and the sense of fear escalated again.

"Huh? It seems that you don't understand at all. But it doesn't matter, I will tell you all. Ahem!" The clown cleared his throat, and his voice was still very calm. The action was as flustered as before.

"Fire first! Idiots! Do you really want to hear me complain about my taxes! Bastards!"

The clown growled loudly.

Those firefighters finally got out of the fire truck as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Started to operate tools like those water pipes.

The clown froze in place again.

"This joke seems pretty good? Shouldn't we applaud?"

The clown was talking to himself, and raised his hands to clap in front of his face.

There was a series of solitary applause.

The water column also fell from the sky at this time and poured on the clown.

A clown performance came to an end. The clown smiled and walked out of the fire scene being controlled, and walked to Chief Gordon's side.

Then stretched out his hands.

He nodded and bowed, looking a little flattering and disgusting.

Director Gordon's heart snapped, and he was a little dazed.

Then the clown naturally took off the handcuffs from Director Gordon's waist and put them on his hands.

Then, as if he got a pair of precious silver bracelets, he raised his hands and stared in front of his face. The movements are very exaggerated, even if the girl who loves vanity gets her beloved precious bracelet, what she shows will not be as exaggerated as the clown in front of her, full of funny artistic sense.

Director Gordon felt like his heart was about to jump out, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Today, the clown is in the custody of ordinary police officers.

This seems like the first time they've caught the Joker without any superhero help, even though it looks like the Joker has turned himself in.

Director Gordon was very uneasy sitting in the same police car as the clown, ready to resist at any time.

Although he has known for a long time that the clown's physical fitness is not much different from that of ordinary people, he is still afraid.

"Don't be so serious, Commissioner Gordon. Smile."

The clown sat in the car and said this to Commissioner Gordon. Although Director Gordon felt that he should not reveal his smile at this time, he forced a smile.

Then the clown straightened his face.

At this moment, Director Gordon felt that his heart stopped beating for a moment!

"I have a serious question I want to ask you. What kind of drunk did you say that I was taken into custody by you? Is it a crime of selfless performance in the fire scene? Or can't help laughing at Director Gordon's heartbeat crime?

Or did I not call the police in time, which caused my property to be burned, so I am "criminal"? "

The clown's series of questions sounded a little funny, but it made Director Gordon break out in a cold sweat in an instant.

It wasn't Rorschach who called the police station!

It was the clown in front of him who called the police himself!

On the phone, the clown introduced himself, saying that his nightclub was on fire.

Director Gordon came to this place in person out of nervousness about the clown.

Then caught the sufferer who called the police?

hell!

At this time, Director Gordon just wants to turn on the bat light and find Batman!

What should I do in this situation? No one taught him before!

Thirteen shots in the back of the clown, and then say the clown committed suicide?

This method does not seem to be appropriate.

Because he wasn't sure whether it was the clown or himself who fell to the ground and declared suicide.

"Crack!"

Commissioner Gordon was startled, he followed the sound and looked down to see his wrist being clasped together by the clown.

He didn't think about how the clown opened the handcuffs at all, nor did he think about why the clown did it.

This look looks like the wise and mighty Director Gordon has caught a clown with low eyebrows and flattering posture.

At this moment, Director Gordon actually had a false sense of satisfaction in his heart, as if he had really become a hero.

There will also be an update of more than 4,000 words in a chapter.

Now that it is said, it will be done.

Thanks.

This chapter is a bit difficult to deliver, and it is a bit too difficult to figure out the clown.

Fortunately, overall I am quite satisfied.

I hope the reader will also be satisfied...