Jason said angrily: There is no damn misunderstanding, you help them or help me!
Peter was so sad that he was bald: I know you, and I know the captain, you are all good people, why do you want to fight!
Why, of course, because of the clown.Brandt looked at the clown and saw at a glance that he was pulling something out of the inside pocket of his jacket.The clown who was snubbed by the crowd was unwilling to be lonely, and it was obvious that he was going to make trouble.Brant said urgently: What are you digging for!
Everyone looked at the clown in unison.Coming back into focus, the clown's eyes lit up, and he didn't hesitate to praise it: I remember you, a clown actor with great taste.Brant rubbed the oil paint on his face: Because of this makeup?
Of course, tasteful.The clown repeated it again, he stretched out his hand, yelled at the crowd mysteriously, and spread his palm: a gadget that made the bats love me more.That's a remote control.Bucky, who was closest to the Joker, saw the remote control in the other person's hand at a glance, and he knew it so well that he almost died because of it: it was the controller of the bomb.Bucky's voice was neither loud nor small, enough for several of them to hear clearly.Before anyone else could react, Bruce immediately ran over and grabbed the clown by the collar: "You planted the bomb."
The appearance of the clown, of course, must have a bomb.The clown said as a matter of course: Where do you guess I am buried?
Bruce took a deep breath, he looked around, there were probably bombs planted everywhere, he knew from the beginning that the Joker would have a back hand, and sure enough.The clown said the answer: look at the highest place.Bruce said: Ferris wheel.Bingo！
The clown said: Of course, not only, the other one is at the police station, I can't think of it!
He laughed exaggeratedly for a long time, and suddenly raised his head and stared at Bruce's eyes: Make a choice, playground or police station?
No wonder the previous police call couldn't get through.Brant figured it out.Bruce hated the contrast: it's the same trick again.The clown said ashamedly: I know this is too old-fashioned, we have played it once before, but believe me, I just didn't know you were here this time, I was really bored, so I played casually, next time, next time I will definitely prepare well.There's no next time.You always say that, dear.Ever since he heard that the bomb had been planted at the police station, Brandt kept calling Debb, and finally when he called the 13th, the call was connected.Brandt immediately asked, "Debb, are you okay?"
On the other side of the line, there was another person: I was Dexter.Brandt's heart trembled: What about Debb?
The voice on the other side paused, and then said: She's fine.Listen, you have to believe me, there's a bomb planted in the police station, you know.Dexter interrupted him.Brant frowned, and the ominous premonition in his heart became more obvious: Why do you know?
Dexter said: Because the bomb was strapped to Deb's body.Brant squeezed his phone tightly.Omir grabbed his arm: What are you going to do?
Brandt threw down his phone and stood up with an ugly face, he bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground, and looked at the clown with a blank face.What's wrong, friend of taste?
The clown looked at him and smiled.Brandt pinched the dagger and began to calculate how likely he was to snatch the controller before the Joker could press the button.Cut off his thumb, cut off his wrist, or just kill him?
Omir did not let go of his hand, and even increased his strength: He is your biological father.Brandt said indifferently: But he wants to kill my only sister.Wow!
Listening to the conversation between the two, the clown's eyes slowly widened: interesting, so funny!
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Boob: Beat!
Porridge porridge: Beat!
Captain: Punch!
Brother Bucket: Why do you all come to beat me woo woo woo # Everyone stopped me from killing the clown, heheda Chapter 40 The fortieth mentally ill clown leaned against the pillar, even if he was shot several times and surrounded by enemies, he still smiled as if he was the one who controlled the overall situation.Look what I see.He put his thumb on the button of the controller and excitedly said: Someone wants the clown to be a dad.Brandt said indifferently: No one.He clenched his dagger: Give me the controller.That's not going to work.The clown said aggrievedly: Without the controller, how can you play games with the little bat?
I can't beat him, I don't have high-tech equipment, I don't even have a bunch of Robin's sons oh no, no, no, I have it now?
He laughed and laughed, as if he had heard some very funny joke: What is your name?
Clown actors?
Clown imitators?
Do you want to be my son?
Brandt didn't smile, the short time they spent together was enough for him to know what kind of existence his father was.Crazy, evil and sane at the same time, he does a lot of things and says things upside down, but his goal is always Batman.His own existence probably can't shake the Joker's heart at all, and besides, he probably doesn't think that he really has a son, and he probably only sees himself as a ridiculous imitator.The dialogue can't go on, and it's more reliable to solve it by force.Thinking so, Brant was about to do it, but Omir suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered: There is another way, God's middle finger, remember?
The sudden reappearance of this long-lost Secondary 2 skill name made Brandt really react for a while, but he quickly realized that this was indeed a solution.The tentacles of consciousness were at his fingertips, but he couldn't find the time to touch the clown.If you want to control it, you have to touch, which will also trigger a guard, making it possible for him to press the controller, and Brant is at an impasse for a while.You can do it without touching it.Omir reminded him: When you were asleep in the ambulance, I was half a car away, and the driver's brain invaded and controlled him, and now although the consciousness tentacles have been reduced by half, they can be used to control the clown to stop.Only then did Brandt know the details of getting out of the disguised ambulance in the first place.As Omir had said, he pulled out a wisp of conscious tentacles, emanating from his fingertips, and slowly moving them in an attempt to connect to the clown's brain.He was not far from the clown, and after a few attempts like this, he finally managed to get in and connect.The delicate consciousness that could break at any moment carefully traveled to the depths of the clown's brain, bypassing the complex and disordered nerve nodes, avoiding the dull and distorted functional areas, forward, and then forward, and then touching the cortical motor areas, covering the entire area.The clown sensed something, he moved his body in amazement, only to find that his entire right hand was out of control, and he pressed his thumb hard, but in reality he didn't move.It's just so much fun.The clown laughed and was about to lose his breath: Who did anything to the clown?
Brandt was exhausted by the aerial manipulation of the tentacles of consciousness, cold sweat slid down his forehead, his lips began to white, and he said to Omir: Take the controller away.Omir took the Joker's controller, and it was clear who had done this.It turned out to be my imitator.was interrupted to interact with Batman, and the Joker was rarely not angry, but said with some admiration: You are very good.His shot left hand lay on the ground, blood running down his wrist, and now his right hand was out of control, and his left hand began to hit the ground one by one, allowing the throbbing pain to spread from his wrist to his whole body: I'll guess what you did.He really began to guess: What pressed my hand down?
No, it's not.He quickly retorted to himself: control of bones and muscles?
Oh, it doesn't seem to be quite accurate either.His fingertips twitched in a pool of blood, splashing with blood, and suddenly, all his movements stopped, and he looked at Brant sharply: I thought about it, I thought about it, did I think about it, brain?
Brant couldn't believe that such a crazy person could be so perceptive.The clown said excitedly: I guessed right, didn't I?
Did you really guess?
Brant looked at him, but didn't ask.The clown lowered his head and let out a long sigh: But the clown's brain is not so easy to invade.A sense of foreboding arose in Brant.Sure enough, the next moment, the clown raised his head violently and laughed fiercely: Then I'll give you a gift too!
Confused thoughts, uncontrolled madness, disordered spirits, and almost solidified evil.Everything is deliberately magnified, and the tentacles of consciousness have become a bridge for the clown to fight back.Brant shook violently, his face extremely ugly.Omir helped him to sit down, and Jason calmed down and gathered around with Peter.What happened to him?
Peter asked anxiously.Omir frowned: it was eaten back.Peter thought of something, and his face turned ugly: just like when he treated Julie?
Much more serious than that.Omir pursed his lips.Before, it was just a broken blood vessel in the arm, but this time I'm afraid it's not so optimistic.Things did go in the direction that Omir feared, and Brant erected high walls for the memory palace to block the waste pollution that belonged to the Joker, and every trace of mental pollution that accidentally leaked turned into a terrible attack, devouring and affecting him.Maybe a moment later, maybe a long time, he barely managed to block the mental invasion, but he left behind some fragments of memory.It was a handsome man who looked like him, a comedian at the biggest playground in the city center, a beautiful wife, a job he loved, and a bright future.However, changes appeared quietly, his talent declined, he could no longer amuse the audience, his career was frustrated, and he faced the dilemma of unemployment several times.He was destitute, but his wife brought him a salvation.She is expecting.He needs money, and those criminals can give him money, all it takes is for him to play their boss and drag Batman down.He agreed, he paid his wife, put on a red hood and began the show.He is chased by Batman at the chemical factory, and he almost destroys himself by falling into the chemical pool to escape, but after stumbling home, he sees the cold body of his wife.Everything was fake, and while he was working for his life, the criminals infiltrated his home, robbed him of the pay, and killed his rebellious wife, as well as his children.He's crazy.No one has ever encountered this without going crazy.He picked up the dagger and remembered what his wife used to say most often You always make me laugh, Jack, you are the best comedian.Yes, he is the best.Crazy laughter resounded throughout the room, and he stuck the dagger in the corner of his mouth and cut it slowly, slowly upwards.The blood flowed, and the more it flowed, the more crazy he laughed.At this moment, there is no more Jack · Nepir, only a hopeless madman remains.Brant covered his forehead and didn't speak for a long time.He looked at the hideous scar on the corner of the clown's mouth, and his heart was mixed.So he chose the location at the playground, so he didn't believe he was his son.Brandt lowered his eyelids, not knowing what to say, when the siren of a police car came from a distance, breaking the deadlock.In addition to a few eye-catching police officers, there was also Debra!
Brant stood up and walked over: Debb, are you okay?
Dexter said you got a bomb strapped to you, I thought Brandt?
Debra paused in a menacing stride and said in astonishment: Why did you paint this ghost?
I'm working part-time.Brant hastily explained: What is your situation?
Debra said with an ugly face: I was knocked unconscious on the road, and when I woke up, I was locked up in the database and had a bomb strapped to my body, but Dexter quickly found me, oh, and Neil, thanks to his help in unlocking and defusing the bomb, I was quickly safe.Then why is your phone in Dexterna?
I thought you were dangerous.Maybe I fell to the ground and picked it up when I was knocked unconscious, right?
Debra's face was a little depressed: But Brant, it's not me who is in trouble right now.Brandt looked at Debra strangely, but his sister tilted her head away.The strange police officer took out a pair of handcuffs, grabbed Brandt's handcuffs and went down: Yes, it's you, and you who are in trouble now.He exclaimed, "Take them all!"
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Brent:?
Steve said: Wait, we just saw the riot and came over to stop it.The police officer said indifferently: Leave these words to the police station.Steve:??
Stuffing Steve and Bucky into the police car, he looked at Peter and Jason again and pulled out the handcuffs.Peter can't stand the grievance: Wait, I'm Spider-Man, I'm not a dangerous person, and I just saved a kid who fell off the platform!
He was answered by the voice of two handcuffs: Thank you very much for saving that child, but we have to pay attention to the damage and compensation.The officer drew the bullet out and stuffed Peter into the police car.Peter:???
Jason and Omir followed, and finally, he walked up to the only remaining Batman and Joker.Batman's face was unprecedentedly ugly, but because he was covered by a hood, he couldn't see anything.But I don't know if it's a problem with aura, the police officer was shocked and took half a step back, with an expression of touching a terrorist, and pulled out the handcuffs more vigilantly than the previous ones.No, don't resist.Bruce: The police officer took out the handcuffs and handcuffed Bruce's left hand, probably because there were too many people arrested at one time, and his handcuffs were not enough, so he looked at the miserable clown sitting on the ground, thought about it, and handcuffed the other half of the handcuffs to Bruce's intact right hand.Bruce:????
The clown is really going to laugh this time.※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Chapter 41 In the forty-first psychiatric interrogation room, a group of people were crowded in dejectedness, except for the clown who smiled happily, everyone else's faces were not very good-looking.Brandt is largely immune to the police department, and he now has only two questions on his mind, desperate to know the answers: How did Neil end up here?
And, the previous sentence highlighted by the police officers, we are more concerned about the loss and compensation, to what extent will it make him bleed?
Omir didn't care, he stayed by Brant's side, his creator was not hurt, and for him, these two things were satisfied, and the rest was not a problem.As for the police station, the environment is not good and unsuitable for living?