American comics: Launching a dimensional war at the beginning

The camera was focused on the resplendent hall of the TRUMP Hotel. At this moment, the situation on the scene had reached a tense stage, and everything was so unsettling.

As Mayor Butt was pushed to the front, when the clown said that he would be the first to try Mayor Butt, the situation at the scene fell into a strange embarrassment, but fortunately, someone took the initiative to break up the scene. Awkward.

"Joker, no, Jerome, what do you mean?"

"Oh my gosh, my dear Chief George, you finally called me by my name, I'm so touched."

"Answer my question, Jerome, what exactly do you want to do? The press conference and live broadcast you need have already been done. What do you want to do?"

The feigned delight at the clown, and his act of taking out his handkerchief and blowing his nose.

Director George Stacey didn't take it to heart at all. He didn't believe that what Jerome the Clown said was so simple.

What exactly is the purpose of judgment?

It has become the consensus of the top management that Mayor Bute and the dignitaries here are content to live in peace.

After all, this is how this society is, and the upper class society in the beautiful country is gorgeous and dirty.

Director George Stacey didn't care about these things. He was just very tired. Now he just wanted to end it all quickly and return to his warm home to have dinner with his wife and daughter.

"Isn't judgment just judgment? It's just that."

"Fear journalists, don't be afraid. I, Jerome, am the most honest person. You will never be killed by a bomb."

"Now that you are looking at me, photographer friends can also take pictures in my direction. As for reporter friends, you can also start your questions."

"Don't be anxious. Come one by one. There will be press conferences and trials."

Reporters and photographers who were previously frightened by Jerome the Clown's ferocious behavior, now have the suicidal behavior that has always existed in the bones of these journalists who are not afraid of death.

The photographer began to take pictures of Jerome the clown with guns and cannons, and Jerome also naturally struck several handsome poses.

Then he pulled over Director George Stacey who was opposite and cordially wanted to take a photo with him.

"Smile, smile, smile, the officials here are still waiting for you to rescue them, my dear Director George."

Even if Director George Stacey wanted to resist, Jerome's words stopped him instantly.

In the outside world, SHIELD agent Hawkeye Barton finally managed to solve the "little gift" left by the clown on the road to the hotel and arrived at the best rescue position.

"Barton, are you ready?"

"Yes, sir, I think I'm ready to take action at any time to take down Jerome the Clown and his accomplice Flock."

After Hawkeye Barton arrived at his shooting location, he reported to Nick Fury in the headset.

I saw him carefully adjusting his special alloy crossbow, and answered confidently after checking the equipment.

"Well, you are ready to take action at any time. Once the clown has the tendency to detonate a bomb, you will shoot his arm off, and then fatally kill him with one arrow."

"Understood, sir."

After Hawkeye Barton finished speaking, he cut off the communication channel of the headset, narrowed his eyes and started his sniping.

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In the splendid hall, after the photographer took the photo, he came to the question and answer session that all reporters were watching.

Facing the various questions from these reporters, Jerome showed great ease and looked very happy on his face.

After all, Mr. Clown has always been a very considerate gentleman.

"Excuse me, Mr. Clown, you..."

"No, no, I have a name for this beautiful lady. My name is Jerome."

"Although every time I mention and say this name, it reminds me of my stupid and hateful brother, okay, okay, you can continue to ask questions."

"Okay, Mr. Jerome, why did you take these hostages, including Mayor Bute? Is it for ransom? Or do you have other ulterior motives?"

After Jerome abruptly interrupted her first question, the blonde, blue-eyed, hot female reporter asked bravely again and asked her own question sharply.

"That's a good question. Mr. Clown, I like answering other people's questions the most, especially those from a beauty like you."

"Ransom? Do you think with my intelligence, I would be that little short of Franklin!"

"Well, beautiful lady, you really underestimate me, Jerome! I'm so sad."

"Sure enough, no one in this world can understand me except Little Bat and Gordon."

"I am starting this trial today, but it is for the sake of eradicating the scourge of New York City, the second Gotham City!"

And when he said this, Jerome even threw away the handkerchief he used to pretend to be pitiful. I saw him with his hands on his hips, speaking righteously and awe-inspiring words that were completely inconsistent with his actions.

But something very scary happened. Director George was the closest to the scene, and he actually felt the light of justice from Jerome, as if the clown, the super criminal, was really a little pacesetter for justice.

What a damn year, in a way, Jerome the Clown, the bad guy, is really doing justice.

Chief George Stacey thought to himself.

"So Mr. Jerome, is what you just said true? Do you mean that our Mayor Bute is actually a bad guy?"

The blonde reporter quickly continued to ask. She didn't want to miss such good news content, just when she was thinking about it in her heart.

The blonde beauty had even thought of the title of the article, and it was called: "The Life and Crimes of Mayor Butt, the Bold Trial of the Clown."

"Of course, you have to know that our Mayor Bute is white and fat, and he looks like a kind Santa Claus."

"Actually, he is a complete bad guy, thousands of times worse than me. I just robbed the money in the bank."

"And our lovely Mayor Bute took the donation from the gang boss Jin Bin as a matter of course. Not only did he provide an umbrella for their crimes, but he also personally participated in the reenkoumaimai and lured us foreigners who had smuggled here. The black-hearted factory has gone."

"Woooooo! May our foreign friends rest in peace."

When Jerome said this, he took out a handkerchief and began to show mercy like a cat crying like a mouse, as if he was really sad and praying for them sincerely.

"Are these all true? Do you have proof?"

At this time, the blonde reporter excitedly asked if the clown Jerome really had criminal evidence of the new mayor of New York City.

Then this will undoubtedly be the headline news in the next period of time, and I will soar to the sky because of writing this article.

"Well, I have this, but I don't want to take it out."

"Why? Didn't you already say that you already have evidence of Mayor Bute's crime? Are you lying to us? You don't have this evidence at all."

When the blonde reporter heard that there was no evidence to report, she immediately became anxious. At the end, she even called the clown without the honorific "you" and changed it to "you".

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!"

After hearing what the blonde reporter said, Jerome burst out laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up straight.

"Beautiful lady, you have to understand one thing. The trial I am talking about is different from the trials outside. You don't think I want to show you the evidence and then pretend to be fake. Let’s ask the jury for their opinion.”

"You have to understand here that there is no need to give reasons for the trial ordered by the clown."

"The clown doesn't need any reason to want to do something. If there is a reason, there is only one reason, and that is that I want to do it."

"Hahahahahaha!!!!!!"

Crazy laughter accompanied by the clown Jerome's rampant remarks kept echoing in the hall.

The guests present and those watching the live broadcast were able to fully feel the chaos and madness of the Joker, a super criminal.

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