The heavy rain did not stop at all, the dark clouds above their heads became thicker, and the many corpses that had fallen around made Su Ming feel indescribable.
Like excited, like relief from breaking free, he wanted to talk to Cindy and have fun together, but she was more focused on the task than responding to his jokes.
Sure enough, just like the clown once said, if a person and a city want to fall into chaos and madness, they only need a gentle push from behind them.
After the killing spree, he felt so good that it was like drinking a cold beer on dog days, and every cell in his body cheered from the inside out.
He turned his head to look at the many dead and mutilated corpses behind him, while Cindy didn't notice his anomaly, searching for the door to the building.
The building where Harley was located was also full of nonsensical style, and the gate facing the street was actually painted with paint, but it was actually a wall made of heavy red bricks.
"Well, there is no door, we can only climb up the wall."
Cindy took off the rope and hook from her belt, originally she was just here to talk to Harley, so she didn't want to take things too seriously, breaking through the window or something, no matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like a guest.
Su Ming came back to his senses and looked at the building in front of him, and his experience made him immediately tell that there was more than Harley in the room: "Then let's go, be careful, you'll never guess what's in the madman's house."
The two of them threw their hooks at the same time and hung firmly on the roof, their powerful upper body strength allowing them to climb quickly.
It was not known what the building was used before, the windows on the first and second floors were all blocked, and only on the third floor was there a shoddy platform like a lookout post, which was supposed to be a place used by circus lunatics to strafe passers-by or shoot at each other.
With a flip of his hand, he landed steadily, the rain making everything noisy, and there was no sound when he landed on the ground.
Cindy also arrived at the same time, and the two black and yellow masks looked at each other and nodded slightly.
"Bang la la" Su Ming kicked open the window next to him, and the powerful force made the window frame and glass all fly in, and the two of them rushed in, guarding the surrounding places with guns.
"Safety."
Su Ming moved his shoulders, there are lights in this building, so the situation is clear at a glance.
They were now like a humble university dorm room, with a long hallway lined with small rooms with closed doors on either side.
The ground was covered in dust and garbage, and the devil knows how long it hadn't been cleaned, and the rain from him and Cindy fell and quickly turned into small puddles of mud.
"Don't these madmen take a bath?"
Cindy shook her head, not very happy with the smell around her, the helmet of the uniform had a gas mask function, but it didn't isolate the smell.
Of course, Su Ming also smelled it, and the smell was a bit like rancid swill, but he was more concerned about the stairs that were not far away: "Don't care about that, let's go upstairs and find Harley."
"Wait, there's a trap."
Cindy lifted her chin and motioned for him to look, and at the corner of the stairs, there was a slightly shiny fishing line.
He walked over and turned over the trash on the other end of the line, revealing a grenade attached.
The grenade appears to be custom-made, with red all over instead of the usual green of military grenades, with a large smiley face painted on it with white paint, making it a masterpiece of the Clowns.
Yes, that's the entertainment game of those crazy people, the race to self-harm, or the race to kill, and the famous crazy laughing show after killing a friend with a joke bomb is arguably their favorite.
No matter when the clown sees this show, sees them frantically killing each other, and the extremely chaotic scenes, he will always let out a nervous laugh and sigh at his greatness.
"Not good!
Take cover!
” Su Ming reacted immediately, when you carried out a prank, of course, you had to peek at the side to see how embarrassed the person who was recruited.
Since there are grenades here that are considered pranks, the circus guys must not be far away.
Sure enough, as soon as his words fell, a steady stream of strange people suddenly poured out from the rooms on both sides of the corridor, these madmen with distorted makeup, laughing wildly, and running towards the two of them with open arms.
Of course, Cindy and Su Ming didn't think it was a friendly welcome, because as they rushed out, a dense rain of bullets and explosives flew towards the two of them.
Su Ming hid at the corner of the stairs, and Cindy jumped out of the window again, hiding on the wooden platform built outside the wall.
Then, a series of explosions struck, and he felt like he was locked in a pot of popcorn, and the deafening noise pounded on his eardrums.
The strong air currents swept through everything around the blast site, and the strong hot wind caused him to clutch the handrail of the staircase so that it was not blown out, and he could even see the fragments of the bomb, with the exaggerated white paint and smiling face, rubbing a spark on his shoulder armor and flying away.
The circus crowd was still approaching, and the explosion just now also killed their people, but they didn't care, but laughed even more heartily.
They're like cars or some other internal combustion engine, except their fuel is blood.
Someone else's blood, or their own, is driven by a chariot called madness.
Su Ming shook his head, there was still rubble and garbage flying over just now on his helmet, and the corridor was densely packed with weird jokers at this time, and they rushed over with all kinds of twisted and exaggerated movements.
"There are about forty of them, armed with light guns and cold weapons, and it seems that they have run out of explosives at the moment," he poked his head out and glanced at the situation on the battlefield, which came to mind like a photograph, the location, direction of movement, speed, and equipment of each enemy, all in mind, and a plan almost at the same time in his mind.
He plucked a smoke grenade from his uniform and threw it out with a flick of his hand, as he followed closely behind and tumbled out of cover.
The smoke obscured everything, and all sides were white, except for the lights in the corridor that cast a chaotic black shadow on everyone, and suddenly the clown gang was in chaos.
They couldn't see the walls clearly, let alone the people around them, and they let out a burst of strange screams and curses as they collided and stumbled upon each other.
This was Su Ming's chance, he quickly took off the shotgun from behind his back, and also crashed headlong into the smoke, Cindy was outside the window behind him, so the smoke was full of enemies except himself.
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He had let go of his knot, and he did not hesitate any longer, accompanied by the dull sound of gunfire, and the bursts of fire stained the pale smoke.
"It's not bad, 42 people took 7 seconds, it's worthy of me in another world."
Cindy jumped in from the window and sat on the edge of the window, posing for a watch, but she didn't actually need to look at it, and the super brain could remember exactly what was going on.
At this time, Su Ming was reloading the shotgun, and his state was much bloodier than before, and the internal organs and blood sprayed him, and this is the result of hand-to-hand combat.
There were corpses all around, none of those madmen survived, either their heads bloomed or their stomachs were disemboweled, and in the confined space, the shotguns had a huge effect, and as soon as the trigger was pulled, several people would fly out upside down at the same time.
"You've got time to count over there, why don't you shoot me earlier."
Su Ming hung the gun back on his back, bent down and picked up a colorful rag to wipe the blood on his body, he was getting more and more used to this world.
"It's just some small minions, and it's a waste of human resources for both of them to make a move."
Cindy said insincerely, and walked upstairs alone.
"Then at least you throw me a cigarette afterwards, or ask me how I'm doing."
Su Ming reluctantly followed, this was the first time he had bathed with human blood, and he was extremely happy in his heart, so he wanted to ask her if she had such a feeling at the beginning.
"Okay, who told us to be teammates now, I really can't do anything about you men, how are you?"
However, Cindy did pull out a cigar and threw it to him, asking in a tone like a child.
"I'm fine, thank you!"
Su Ming was angry and took the cigarette and stuffed it into his cigarette case, Cindy seemed to be a little sexist: "Except for the brain that I don't know whose brain was poured into my neck, and now my chest is sticky, I'm fine." ” "Snort" Cindy didn't look back, and made a mocking voice: "You, like other men, love beauty and cleanliness so much, I thought your world was a patriarchal society." ” Su Ming shrugged, isn't this a matter of loving cleanliness?
"There's nothing wrong with a patriarchal society, but not everyone has the habit of taking a bloody bath, but I find that I like the scene of flesh and blood, what about you?"
Cindy continued to go upstairs with her gun, the fourth floor was now eerily calm, when Su Ming was busy with the firefight just now, she was actually on guard against the movement on the fourth floor, in case he was attacked by the enemy coming down the stairs behind him.
"We are originally the same person in different worlds, and I don't need to explain the parallel world theory to you, right?
Although some subtleties may make a difference, what you like, I like. ” Cindy didn't know why her other self would ask such a question, in her opinion, liking warm blood and seeing others die was not a big deal, everyone was alive like this in Gotham.
"And what do you do with this bloodthirsty desire?"
Su Ming could accept killing, but he didn't want to kill for the sake of killing.
If you kill people without reason, you will become a beast and no longer be a human being.
"When you see Harley later, you can ask her, she's a famous psychologist in Gotham City, before she goes crazy, of course."
Cindy raised her head and slowly walked sideways up the steps, the fourth floor was also of a similar structure: "Anyway, for me, I still prefer green things to red blood." ” As she said this, she stretched out a hand and rubbed her thumb and forefinger in front of Su Ming.
Well, psychologically speaking, it's called empathy, and she shifted her desire for blood to money, which is probably why in every parallel world, Deathstroke chooses to be a mercenary and a killer.
Doing this business can make money quickly while tasting blood, which is like killing two birds with one stone.
Su Ming came to Harley to inquire about the bat, but he didn't come to see a doctor, besides, if he was treated by Harley, it was estimated that he would become more and more crazy.
"Excuse me, I'll take a rest when it's dawn, and the fourth floor will be safe."
Su Ming followed her to the corridor on the fourth floor, the rooms on both sides were empty, except that the clown's emblem was painted everywhere, a pale smiling face, the two eyes were replaced by forks, and the walls were also painted with colorful paint, like a magic cave.
The small room is mostly stacked with some miscellaneous items, basically mischief items, such as TNT, laughing gas, automatic rifles, etc., and a bunch of red rockets that look like oversized monkeys.
"Hallie is upstairs, and the music is right above us."
Cindy gestured to the top of her head.
"It's strange, our movement just now is similar to demolishing a building, she didn't react, she still sounds like she is dancing?"
Su Ming tilted his head to listen, and he could still hear the rhythmic stomping of high-heeled boots.
Cindy is noncommittal, living in Gotham has taught her one thing, which is not to think about what crazy people are thinking.
Gotham has a lot of talented people: the ventriloquist, Dr.
Hugo, Zas, Pigface, mime, funny girl, lady dwarf, etc., all of them crazy and mentally ill.
Suddenly, she found that the long list in her mind, most of which were her old customers, no wonder some of the previous tasks were inexplicable and incomprehensible from beginning to end.
To be honest, although she had accepted Mick's claims before, she didn't think that Harley would know any key information.
Hallie is more of a close-up viewer of her magic tricks than a practitioner of them.
If Cindy had to choose, she would rather go to Talia of the Shadow Dancers League, who had a strange relationship with Batwoman and was more likely to know where Briss was.
And even if Talia didn't know, she still had an entire Assassin League at her disposal, at least they were experts in searching for information.
"Let's go, let's go up, since we're all here, there's no harm in asking."
With that, she followed the music first, through the long hallway, to a closed door.
The two looked at each other and pushed the door open.
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The room behind the door resembles a circus-style nightclub, with colorful lights turning wildly to the sound of music, and all kinds of circus props and incomprehensible things are piled up in the corners of the room, such as inflatable barbells, tall haha mirrors, large leather balls and fire rings used in animal taming shows.
However, at this time, Harley Quinn is alone in the center of the huge dance floor, and she is clutching a steel pole, constantly flying up and down, making all kinds of extremely flexible movements.
The spotlight was on her, the sweat falling as she spun at high speed, and the red and blue ponytails bloomed like flowers in the air.
Instead of wearing her black and red uniform, she wore a short-sleeved t-shirt and denim shorts, showing off her beautiful figure and delicate skin, and she enjoyed the joy of dancing with her eyes closed, and her face was full of happiness, as if she had the whole world.
She grabbed the pole and flew like a butterfly, and Cindy was very disdainful of this kind of girl-boy performance, a big woman, what kind of man does she learn to pole dance?
It's crazy.
She poked Su Ming, who seemed to be stunned next to her, and leaned closer and said: "There's one more person on the couch at four o'clock on the dance floor."
Su Ming also saw it, and was about to tell her that there was someone sitting with his back to them, with only one head on the back of the high sofa chair, nodding his head to the music, and it seemed that it was the audience invited by Harley.
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