American comics: This guy is crazy

At this moment, in Arkham Asylum's exclusive single room for Allen.

In an instant, Allen disappeared out of thin air.

However, the picture on the TV screen continued.

...

On this day, the whole city was filled with grief.

Not long ago, the world faced an unprecedented disaster, and the heroes fought against the invaders to protect all mankind and paid a painful price.

Among them, many well-known superheroes.

In order to commemorate the victims, it was crowned as the hero's end day.

Moreover, on this day, the villains reached a consensus and would not come out to make trouble.

"Don't run!"

Two patrolling white policemen shook their big bellies and chased a young man in a hospital gown in front of them.

There is no doubt that the young man is Allen.

He came through and happened to appear in front of two patrolmen who were eating donuts.

Under normal circumstances, he would naturally not want to pay attention to the mental guy.

The problem was that before Allen crossed over, he took off his pants to his knees and faced the TV, but forgot to put them on after the crossing.

The patrolman, who originally wanted to avoid trouble, found that someone was walking his bird in broad daylight, which constituted a crime of nudity.

The key point was that there was a ring like a ring on it, which was really eye-catching.

Therefore, as a righteous American policeman, he was determined to crack down on eccentrics.

So a chase scene was staged.

Allen put his ten fingers together, leaned back, and ran with his arms swinging. He looked as normal as possible.

A normal person should run with his body leaning forward, but he did the opposite.

However, after chasing for hundreds of meters, at a subway corner, the fat policeman was already panting and looking around.

"Why is the person gone?"

"I saw him just now."

Not long after, he chose a direction to continue tracking.

In a corner of the subway, there were piles of daily necessities. A black homeless man saw that the police had left, so he patted the tent and reminded: "The person has left."

The zipper was unzipped, and Allen poked his head out and said gratefully: "Thank you, Beggar Gang Leader."

After that, he got out of the tent and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute."

The black homeless man shook the tin can, and the coins inside collided with each other.

"How can you be so embarrassed?"

Alan shyly stretched out his hand to take out the tin can, and he didn't look embarrassed at all.

The black homeless man retracted his hand and took back the tin can, and said angrily: "I asked you to give me money."

Uh...

Alan turned the pocket on his pants outward and said bitterly: "Or I will beg and give it to you."

"If you don't have money, get out." The black homeless man waved his hand impatiently.

At this time, heavy footsteps echoed in the subway.

Looking up, he saw two policemen running back in a hurry.

Seeing this situation, Allen went back into the tent to hide.

"Headquarters, requesting support, a gunfight broke out in the waiting area of ​​Line 13."

"Attention, personnel on duty in Brooklyn, please do not approach the following accident site..."

However, an evacuation order came from the intercom.

This is very intriguing.

Upon hearing the message, the two policemen cursed and quickly fled the subway, immediately realizing that there was an official organization fighting.

Often after the fight, someone will come out to clean up the traces, as if nothing had happened.

There is no reason to work hard to get into the muddy water for a salary of two or three thousand.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with long hair in a suit and tie fled to the homeless man.

"Sorry..."

Bang!

Before the black homeless man could say no, the middle-aged man with long hair threw a golden coin into his begging bag.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and his attitude changed drastically.

"Don't hide in here."

Seeing the middle-aged man with long hair trying to get into the tent, he hurriedly stopped him, lifted a pile of dirty old clothes beside him, and gave him a look to hide inside.

After a slight hesitation, the long-haired middle-aged man endured the moldy and sour smell and went in.

In less than a minute, several cold-blooded killers chased after him.

Holding a pistol blatantly, his eyes quickly locked on the black homeless man.

"Have you seen John?" the leading man asked coldly.

The black homeless man was not afraid. He shook the coins in the tin can. The gold coin had been hidden long ago. He said in a calm and hoarse voice: "Follow the rules."

The killer seemed to be very afraid of the other party and did not dare to force him. However, he could not take out the precious gold coins, so he could only give his men a look, suggesting that the target was in the tent.

They are a huge killer organization consortium. There is a clear rule inside that requires colleagues to do things and must give a starting gold coin as a reward.

The gold coin is not only symbolic, but also can be exchanged for one million US dollars. It is the hard currency of the organization.

Several killers approached slowly with pistols, ready to empty the magazine at any time.

"It stinks."

Suddenly, Allen unzipped his pants, leaned out his whole body and took a deep breath, and couldn't help but ask loudly: "Boss, how long have you not showered? The smell in the tent is like old vinegar, sour and smelly. I will never be able to eat dumplings in my life."

"..."

The killers stared at the strange young man in front of them in amazement.

The open tent was in full view, and there was no target at all.

"Go!"

With nothing to show for it, the leading killer no longer wasted time and continued to chase in one direction.

"Who are they?"

Alan looked at the assassin's back and muttered, "Why does it look like a scene in a movie?"

The black homeless man was too lazy to deal with the mental patient, but took John out of the pile of old clothes.

John was covering the wound on his abdomen, and his pale face looked very weak.

"Constantine!?"

Apparently, Alan recognized the wrong person at first sight. After carefully identifying who it was, he suddenly said, "It turned out to be John, a dog lover who was chasing fast and killing, commonly known as the money killer."

Hearing this, the black homeless man frowned slightly and asked, "Are you a killer?"

"It happened decades ago. I was a trainee in the Assassin's League for a while." Alan said proudly, flicking his hair.

"..."

What Assassin's League?

I've never heard of it.

How could the assassin's council in New York touch the multinational level of the Assassin's League.

There is no comparison between the two.

"Take me to the Continental Hotel."

"Okay."

Weak John took out another gold coin, and Allen took it first, carrying him on his back without saying a word, not giving the black homeless man a chance to stop him.

"..."

Looking at the two people running in the wrong direction, the black homeless man remained silent for a long time.

"John, hold on, think about your dog."

Alan was walking briskly with a person on his back. When he saw John walking in the wrong direction, he wanted to speak to give instructions, but the bumps caused severe pain in his wounds, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

"Sorry, your dog is dead, but you can still think about your wife waiting for you..., sorry, I remembered that your wife is also dead."

"..."