American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Miaomu turned the steering wheel and just drove towards the suburban road, the tattoo-like hell mark on his hand suddenly lit up.

The burning pain on his skin made Naegi scream, and almost caused the police car to crash into the road fence.

Everyone else in the car was also startled.

"What's wrong?" Nygma asked hurriedly. He almost hit his head on the car window just now and was still in shock.

Miaogi covered his wrist and clenched his fist tightly, as if he wanted to drag the Hell Brand off his wrist. He hadn't paid attention to this thing for a while, but he didn't expect it to break out here.

However, when the Hell's Mark lit up, Miaomu clearly felt that something was calling him over the Crimson Cape in the east, asking him to come over.

"Damn, I'm afraid I'm in trouble."

Miaomu grasped his wrist and twisted it hard, trying to rub off the burning mark of hell.

Each Hell Brand carries a special ability, but when the holder of the Hell Brand dies, the host's soul will become the devil's eternal slave.

Miaomu hasn't figured out how to get rid of this thing. The only ability it has is to allow Miaomu to possess some of the clown's memories, while not being infected by the clown's madness.

"What's going on?" Nygma reacted immediately. Miaomu was covering his wrist. They had tried to wash the tattoo with high-concentration holy water, but it didn't come off.

Miaomu even joked that at worst he could just chop off his hand.

But jokes are jokes.

Nygma knew clearly that when Naegi said seriously that he was in trouble, it must be big trouble.

"I'm going to the Crimson Cape. You get off the car first." Miaomu said, panting, with beads of sweat the size of beans appearing on his forehead.

The Crimson Cape was originally a place for slaughtering whales. At that time, there was no application and refining of oil, and the fat contained in the whales gave birth to an industry mainly based on whaling and whaling hunting.

As a relatively flat beach, the water at Crimson Cape has never been clear during the period when the whaling industry was booming. It has always been red and even the beach has been dyed red.

But now, Crimson Cape is just an ordinary dock with many idle factory warehouses.

"Okay, but Lawton goes with you. I'll ask Otis to help deliver some things." Nygma did not refuse.

Because he is very self-aware, compared with Naegi, his fighting power is probably just a brick smashed by Naegi's punch. All he can do is to give Naegi the most appropriate support.

Click! Lawton, who was sitting in the passenger seat, loaded the Mosin-Nagant rifle in his hand and grinned.

"Boss, we can change seats now. I hope you don't get carsick. Fasten your seat belts and let's go."

Lawton naturally sat in the driving seat and held the steering wheel to get a feel for it. He hadn't driven for some time.

Naegi did not refuse and sat in the passenger seat. He was in no condition to drive. The Hell's Brand felt like a red-hot iron burning his skin.

He could still vaguely hear the clown's laughter in his mind. Damn it, this terrible situation made Naegi grit his teeth.

The police car gradually went away. Nygma, who stayed where he was, quickly used his cell phone to contact Otis, who was watching over the Arkham Asylum.

The things they prepared in advance will come in handy.

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At the Crimson Cape, a bonfire was burning on the gravel beach. The police car crashed through the railing and landed on the beach. The tires turned and the bonfire was knocked away with the front hood.

Broken wood, with burning flames, scattered all around, and the police car stopped with a clean spin.

The car door opened, and Miaomu, covering his wrist, stumbled out of the car and ran towards a certain location with a clear goal.

Lawton also quickly opened the car door and followed out. He put on the monocular laser sight and scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

Under thermal sensing, if there was a living person around, they would not escape his keen vision, but there was no one around.

Miaomu ran to the beach, where there was a stranded old ship, swaying in the waves. A clown doll in a purple suit hung on the bow.

When Naegi saw the doll, he knew that the mastermind behind this incident was the clown. Without saying a word, he grabbed the clown doll, threw it to the ground, and kicked it to vent his anger.

"Oh my God, I see you again, I'm so happy!" The clown's voice, trembling with excitement, rang in Miaomu's mind.

"Stop talking nonsense, what do you want to do?"

Miaomu shouted sharply, looking around, staring at the deep, dark sea and the rolling foamy waves.

"Nothing, I just asked you out for some fun. By the way, Merry Christmas, I have prepared a gift for you. Okay, don't be so nervous, you've killed me many times."

The clown uttered the last few words in his shrill voice.

The Hell Mark on Naegi's wrist instantly began to spread, covering Naegi's entire arm like a tattoo.

Breaking away from Miaomu's control, his arm grabbed the ground directly. Miaomu was frightened by this sudden situation.

The clown didn't consider whether Naegi was willing or not, or how he could deceive him. Not only would it be a waste of brainpower, but it would also be useless. Only by doing it yourself can you have enough food and clothing.

On the ground, Naegi's arm, controlled by the Hell Mark, grabbed the spear head buried in the sand. As soon as he touched the Spear of Longinus.

A brilliant white light shot straight up into the sky, like the tail flame of a meteor streaking across the sky and burning in the atmosphere.

The mark of hell on Miaomu's arm was dispelled in an instant under the bright white light.

Only the wrist still bears traces of the Hell's Mark.

Miao Mu covered the Spear of Longinus and instinctively inserted the spear head, which was like a double-edged dagger, vertically into the ground.

"Thank you Naegi, I received my Christmas present! Hehe, hahaha!" The clown in hell laughed with his head back.

A red ripple flashed, and where the Spear of Longinus was inserted, the waves of hell began to spread.

The phantom of hell was connecting with the real world. Naegi dropped the Spear of Longinus in his hand, knowing that this matter was getting serious.

Barry's figure instantly appeared next to Naegi. There was no change on his face, but his eyes were full of confusion.

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The clown in hell opened his mouth wide, first stretched out his hands to open his mouth into an exaggerated posture, then reached out and took out a ball from his mouth, a dark green soul ball.

This is another him, the clown soul who played rock-paper-scissors with him in the punishing fire of hell, but he was not the winner.

So, he became the Joker's first meal in hell, like a toy merchant. The Joker liked his ideas and had a lot of fun things to make.

In order to leave Hell, the Joker had already made preparations to abandon his identity as a demon and use his soul to be resurrected as a corpse in the real world, but in order to do this he would have to die first.

I also have to divide the energy in my body and prepare a generous gift for Gotham City. Today is Christmas!

The clown grinned, pulled the soul ball in his hand hard, and threw it into the pile of demons that he had torn into pieces.

Accompanied by a burst of crazy shrieks, the demons tried to leave screaming, but were all swallowed by the soul ball.

A giant snake with a triangular head, pale face, and a clown-like appearance crawled up from the ground and suddenly spread its wings, just like the legendary dragon, but without legs.

With the same crazy eyes, the clown and it looked at each other, and neither needed any words to communicate, they both knew what to do.

The clown dragon spread its wings, flapped them hard, and crashed forward heavily. The boundary between the world and hell shattered with a loud bang, like broken glass.

A huge crack slowly opened up in the sky above the Crimson Cape, emitting an ominous flaming red aura.

Everyone's attention was drawn to this, and several little demons flapping their wings took the opportunity to fly out from hell.

They breathed in the air of the real world greedily, looked at the dazzling array of humans on the street with red eyes, and their saliva flowed out.