Gotham Dark Godfather

While Zhou Hao was unconscious, a crime was quietly taking place in his territory, Gotham's Arkham District. The ace chemical plant was robbed.

Strangely enough, the first choice targets of ordinary criminals are bank gold shops or pawn shops. Even if they want to rob factories, they will also look for companies that are doing well.

In addition to its famous name and long history, the ace chemical plant has no useful value.Due to long-term illegal emissions and lack of operation and management, this place has already become a place with extremely poor efficiency.The workers who couldn't get paid left one after another. The few old doormen who saw someone approaching with murderous intent were shot dead on the spot before they could run away.

As a result, the clown and his men easily captured the factory and directed the troops to move the treatment cabin on the speedboat into the factory.

Seeing their boss struggling like this, several of his subordinates couldn't help but murmur.

"Hey~ I have to say that Jack is really smart. He placed the Hundred Battalions in the Arkham District. That guy Zhou Hao must have never dreamed that our new secret base is right under his nose." A member of the Clown Gang said softly said.

He couldn't help but have such an idea. After all, this factory has been out of business for a long time, and there are few people there. In addition, the things it operates are extremely harmful to the human body, so even homeless people are not willing to come here to live. In a sense, It's really a nice hidden place.

"Stop talking nonsense, you don't know the clown's temper. When he is in a bad mood, you will be crushed even if you flatter him!" Another madman who looked older replied, and glared fiercely at the same time. A glance from his companion suggested that, perhaps in his mind, whatever the clown did was full of profound meaning and undoubted foresight.

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Of course, the clown himself doesn't know what his subordinates are thinking. At this moment, he is arranging things neatly and transforming the old and decaying factory building into something that suits his aesthetics.

"Has the skinner I wanted arrived?" the clown shouted excitedly towards the corner.At his feet, in the huge chemical pool, someone was constantly adding new things into it, making the sewage that had been deposited for many years become more colorful.

And as he finished speaking, a thin middle-aged man with a gloomy face appeared from the aisle.Compared to the clown's bright expression, that guy had a straight face without any facial movements. What's even more frightening is that the skin on that face is quite weird, with the color of a Caucasian and a color unique to Asians. , there are naturally many African styles.

To put it simply, this guy's face looks like it is made up of the skins of several different people. If you look closely, it will make people's hair stand on end.

"If possible, Mr. Jack! I would like you to be called a dollker, not a so-called skinner. After all, this title is used to describe the profession of killing pigs in Nottinghamshire."

The puppet master said dryly, with no expression on his face at all, as if the entire face was carved out of wood and then hung up.

If Zhou Hao were present, he would probably realize immediately that the guy in front of him is the character from the comic "Genocide". Both he and the pig-faced professor are villain doctors who are proficient in surgery.But compared to Pig Face, who works alone, the whole family of puppet masters are madmen, and they are keen on collecting everyone's skin.In the world of the New 52, ​​his existence is the catalyst for the Joker's transformation into something crazier.

"Okay, Skinner! You know, I've heard a lot about your deeds, and I believe your craftsmanship will meet my requirements!" The clown waved his hand carelessly and said with a smile.

The puppet master's face remained calm, but he pulled a young man out from behind and said slowly:

"This is my son Barton Mathis. He has inherited all my skills and has special experience in anesthesia...I mean, if you really have that request, still My son is responsible for the operation. In contrast, I always use the most brutal and cruel method to operate on living or dead people. If I really have to do it, it will be even more painful."

The clown blinked, looked at the young man next to the puppet master, and said enthusiastically:

"Oh? Do you mean to ask me to change someone else to do the job of peeling off my face?"

As soon as these words came out, even the members of the Clown Gang who were busy nearby couldn't help but be surprised. They didn't expect that their boss would actually peel off his face?What kind of operation is this?

The puppet master still looked listless and just nodded and replied:

"Yes, my son will treat people at the community clinic in his spare time. This can reduce as much pain as possible when peeling your skin."

Hearing this, the clown nodded and said to himself:

"Oh? Your son looks very good, so..."

When he said this, the clown suddenly got angry, took out his gun, and knocked the puppet master's son to the ground with a bullet.

Even the puppet master, who has changed his face countless times, can't help but feel slightly moved by this sudden move. Based on his long-term experience of skin peeling and cramping, a wound of this degree is already fatal and it is absolutely impossible to save it. .

The instigator, the clown, shrugged and said with an indifferent smile:

"Oh my, what a coincidence. I know that your son, Skinner, is very good and seems to be quite energetic, but in the current situation, I'm afraid you are the only one who can do it yourself! Don't worry! I will be very good."

The puppet master raised his eyelids upon hearing this and said coldly:

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"That's right! By the way, my credit card is overdrawn, so I'm afraid I won't be able to pay for the anesthesia. I won't need that kind of thing when I peel my skin later!" The clown smiled widely, as if talking to himself. : “If you don’t experience some pain, you won’t be able to usher in a new life.”

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Speaking of Harley Quinn, ever since she detonated a bomb to cover the Joker's departure, her consciousness has been in chaos and she has lost all concept of time.

Every moment I feel that the past scenes and present memories are passing by my eyes like a revolving lantern.

Sometimes it even felt like she was living in a large iron box that looked like a coffin, surrounded by disgusting nutrient solution, like a potted plant, bound and without freedom.

This feeling was exactly the same as her life in the past 20 years, always in the boring state of being disciplined.Harley Quinn can never be free to do what her heart desires.

"When will my Mr. J appear again and save me from this suffocating place?"

Harley Quinn thought.

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