American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

With the auctioneer's persuasive voice, this diamond salvaged from a shipwreck in the Atlantic Ocean has become a priceless treasure.

Even the dazzling diamonds in Queen Elizabeth's crown cannot compare with it.

Moreover, the auctioneer successfully attracted the attention of everyone present, and many people who had no intention of bidding were encouraged to take the diamond and admire it.

For example, the one from the Kane family, Miss Kate Kane, who had a beautiful female companion in her arms and made the master of the Kate family cover her face, rubbed her fingers and wanted to take the diamond.

She had no interest in diamonds. She had a lot of these shiny things at home, and her mother, an agent working for the CIA, was even more disdainful of them.

She was only interested in the thief that the diamond attracted, the thief who roamed the city at night and quietly stole treasures. That handsome legend was exactly what she wanted.

Of course, Miss Kate also had her own little plans, because she knew that the jewel thief was a woman, and a very beautiful woman, and she already wanted to fall in love.

This diamond is her token of love. Yes, Miss Kate is a woman, and the eldest daughter of the Kane family.

However, she likes women, likes girls with good smell, and of course she also likes handsome ones. If we follow the description, she is a homosexual, a lesbian.

Unlike gay men, this kind of lesbian behavior among women might be more easily accepted, but... that's for the future.

Now, although the hippie movement brought sexual freedom and liberation, as well as rebellious behavior that went against tradition, this kind of illicit love is still difficult to talk about.

At least for now, homosexuals are despised and are even more unacceptable than AIDS patients. Basically, when parents hear that their children are like this, their eyes turn dark.

If a description is needed... it's, damn!

The audience was eager to try, and the auctioneer did not keep the suspense any longer. Instead, he stepped back and asked the people behind him to push the booth cart over to prepare for the finale of the auction.

"Everyone. The Tear of the Atlantic, the most dazzling diamond, is right here. The starting price is 10,000 US dollars, and each bid cannot be less than 1,000 US dollars! Bid!"

The auctioneer shouted with some difficulty concealing his excitement, reaching out to pull off the black cloth covering the exhibition cart. He had a hunch that this diamond tonight would fetch the highest price in his career.

"One hundred thousand!"

As soon as the black cloth was lifted, Miss Kate raised her hand and raised the price to the first high point.

This way of shouting out a fixed price also made many people stunned for a moment, only Master Philip rubbed his forehead helplessly as if he was used to it.

Perhaps sending his daughter to live with his wife for a while would be a good choice. Philip made a secret decision and sent Kate away after the auction.

The black cloth fell to the ground, and those who were about to continue bidding suddenly stopped. Bruce, who was sitting in the crowd, frowned.

What is on the booth cart is not an exhibition booth.

It was a tied-up man, with the Tear of the Atlantic stuffed in his mouth, which he was biting. Some people in the seats around him had already discovered the identity of the tied-up man.

He is the manager of the auction! When they entered the room just now, he gave them number plates for bidding.

But now he had been stripped of his clothes, blindfolded, and the ropes tied around his body had dug into his flesh. He no longer looked the elegant and gentlemanly man he had just been.

Instead, it looked like a roasted fat pig placed on a baking tray with an apple stuffed in its mouth. The layers of fat in its belly made Miss Kate make a disgusted expression.

The people around felt something was wrong, even the auctioneer next to the booth felt something was wrong, something was terribly wrong!

With a ding, all the incandescent lights on the ceiling of the auction hall lit up, which was slightly dimmer than before.

The stimulation of such strong light made everyone present cover their eyes, except Selina, who took out a pair of sunglasses from her bag, put them on, and looked towards the booth.

A guy wearing a long black leather jacket, tied around his waist, and looking calm and composed, stood next to the booth, with dyed green hair that was a little messy and draped over his forehead.

The ugly scar on his face was turned into a smiling face by lipstick, and white powder was smeared on his face, making him look extremely weird, like a... clown.

Well, this name is not unfamiliar at all. The recent circus tour is inseparable from the performances of clown actors, but it also almost caused many Gotham citizens to go berserk.

There were even people marching in front of the city hall, demanding a ban on clown costumes. It was because clowns had previously given people such a terrible impression that they were simply an unforgettable nightmare.

But that doesn't stop some people from treating the clown as an idol, a god of chaos, and the object of their own life.

Maase Curtis almost forgot his name. He has a more intimidating name, the Joker.

When did it all start? Was it because he was under the influence of drugs that he attacked the woman?

Or just shoot those gang members with guns?

I don’t know when it started, maybe it was daytime or maybe it was night, a group of weirdos gradually gathered around him.

But he didn't hate it, he even liked this feeling. He even fell in love with the scar on his face. That smile was so beautiful, far surpassing his boring life before.

"Everyone!" Maze Curtis, no, it should be the clown, picked up a trumpet from behind, knocked it and shouted:

"On the eve of Christmas Eve, please hand over your money and belongings. I have no interest in your lives."

The Joker took a few steps to the side, wearing expensive custom-made leather shoes that could only be made by Italian handmade shoemakers. He took them off the feet of a mafia boss.

He originally wanted the old guy to eat his shoes, but he couldn't hold it and choked to death with a mouthful of blood. What a waste.

"Okay, let's have a fair auction. At least this way you will be more willing to pay. You can thank me now. I want to hear applause."

The clown held the trumpet and turned to look at the silent audience sitting in the seats, a hint of displeasure revealed on his wrinkled face.

Clap, clap, clap! Someone clapped, and the applause seemed to be contagious. The people around also raised their hands and clapped twice. Even Philip clapped with a cold face.

Selina turned and looked at Bruce, who was the first to lead the applause. Well, she admitted that she seemed to have misjudged this playboy.

At least he wasn't afraid at all when the clown appeared.

"The bidding will begin now. Mr. Philip, please come up. Oh, and bring up the items Mr. Philip is auctioning!"

The clown turned his head and looked behind him. Outside, the guys with clown makeup on were holding guns and turning upside down a pile of auction items at the back.

He ran in with a feathered shield, and Philip sat there with a gloomy look on his face.

Seeing his indifference, the clown sighed. He hated communicating with these old guys. Maybe he would be happy when he held the old guy's brain in his hands.

"Invite Mr. Philip, and by the way... we should continue auctioning this thing." The clown turned around and took the Atlantic Tear diamond from the auction manager's mouth.

He took the auction hammer in his backhand and smashed it hard on the manager's head, making a clanging sound.

"Restart now!"

As the clown's voice fell, several laughing members of the clown gang ran over from the side and grabbed Philip.

"What do you want to do?!"

Philip shouted nervously, his hands and feet were grabbed by the Joker Gang members, and he was pulled out of the chair.

"Dad!" Kate quickly stood up and tried to chase after him.

The sound of a gunshot made Kate stop.

The person next to her fell to the ground with a thud, and a bloody hole was left on the right side of his forehead.

The warm blood splashed on Kate's face, making her shudder and unable to shout out the words in her throat.

"Damn, I forgot to take my medicine again." The Joker looked at the gun in his hand, took out a bottle of pills from his pocket and poured them into his mouth.

The white pill fell into his mouth and the clown swallowed it raw. Taking the medicine like this made his throat very uncomfortable.

But he was happy to do so. The doctor said he would not live more than a year, but that doctor did not live more than ten minutes.

It seems that he is much better than the doctor.

Kate was dragged to sit down. The Joker gang members around her were holding fully automatic weapons, smiling, and pointing their guns at the people around them.

Bruce supported Kate and looked ahead with a gloomy look. He quietly put his finger on his watch.

Contact Alfred using Morse code, ask him to find a way to call the police, and provide him with some equipment support.

He didn't bring anything with him this time, but Aldred always found a way to prepare it for him.

Bruce had already thought of preparing some temporary fortresses to store equipment in other places in Gotham.