American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

With a clang, the broken wooden door fell to the ground, splashing up dust and wood chips.

The businessman collapsed on the ground, trembling as he tried to get up, but his legs were as weak as a puddle of mud and his wet crotch almost made him cry.

But the clown was not an unreasonable person. He opened the non-existent door and walked in, then slammed the door shut as if performing a pantomime.

The clown raised his head, took a deep breath, then smiled and said, "What a wonderful air!" Then he took another breath through his nose.

But this time, he inhaled some sawdust, which made him cough. "That's terrible. It smells worse than ashes."

"By the way, let's shake hands!" The clown smiled and stretched out his hand to the down-and-out businessman lying on the ground.

The businessman was shaking so much that he couldn't even lift his hands, and his face was as pale and weak as if his father had died, which made the clown very bored.

He didn't like this serious expression and thought he should smile more, so he took out two pliers from his trouser pocket.

The pliers were covered in rust and he had forgotten where he got them from, but it didn't matter.

"Hey man, come on, smile a little, why are you so serious?"

The clown took a pair of pliers and clamped the corners of the businessman's mouth. Amid the businessman's screams and the sound of flesh tearing, he forced a big smile on his face.

The businessman covered his face and screamed on the ground, blood flowing out from between his fingers. The clown shook his head helplessly and threw the pliers on the ground. Some people can never accept their true selves.

The clown hummed an incomprehensible tune and walked inside. It seemed to be a toy warehouse, but it was covered with dust.

"Oh, look what this is, it's Mr. Jack!"

The clown was very surprised and picked up a clown mask, put it on his face, and said as if looking in a mirror:

"Uncle Jack, are you going to give candy to those kids?"

The clown immediately turned to the other side and nodded affirmatively, "Giving out candies, of course! Good kids will all have candies! Hehehe, hahahahahahahahahahaha..."

After laughing twice, the clown took off his mask and threw it on the ground as if he had had enough fun. He continued to search through the toys in the cardboard boxes like he was searching for treasure.

After struggling for a while, the clown rode a pink rocking horse and jumped into another room.

This room is where people live, but it is in a mess, with broken shoes and plates with bread slices on the table.

There was a TV playing a show next to it, and the noise of the radio waves and snow echoed in the room.

The clown carefully picked up a grilled sausage on the plate, cut it into thin slices with a toy plastic fork and knife, and put it into his mouth, savoring it with relish.

Ignoring the stinking worn-out shoes beside him, the clown picked up the crushed remote control on the ground and changed several channels.

However, the TV signal was not good and he could not watch many channels. Just as the clown was changing channels, a giggling voice rang out, which stunned him for a moment.

A clown wearing a green wig and overalls, dressed like the McDonald's clown, was wandering around the TV screen laughing.

Then a box popped up saying, "The Joker, the criminal who caused panic among the citizens, has been rounded up. Live reports from Arkham District."

"Sheriff Gordon, have you caught the clown?"

Gordon on TV looked back, pointed at the sewage treatment plant and said, "We have trapped the Joker inside, but he has hostages and we are rescuing them."

As they were interviewing, a loud shout came from the sewage treatment plant: "Clown!!!"

The camera immediately turned around and continued to zoom in.

The clown who was laughing and joking just now was dancing naked upstairs, doing the duck dance with his hands raised and swaying. There was a child with dynamite tied to his body sitting next to him.

"Take ten million, no, twenty million! Come on! If you don't give me the money, I will blow up this place and kill all of you! I am the Joker! Your nightmare! The Joker!!!"

"Hahahahahahaha..." The real clown sat in front of the TV, laughing so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

I reached into my pocket and took out a handkerchief to wipe my tears, bang!

The TV was blown up by a gunshot, and the Joker was holding a revolver in his hand, with a sinister smile on his face and gnashing teeth.

"Clown, clown, clown!!!"

He wasn't angry, not at all. He just thought the clown was too fake, especially the smile on his face...

There's no clown look at all...

"You should smile more happily!"

The clown used his fingers to pull the corners of his mouth, forcing a smile, and stared coldly at the TV that was emitting sparks.

He grabbed the sausage and bread on the table, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them, turned around and walked out. He needed a little something...

Let them know what a clown is!

Uncle Jack, who lets the good baby sleep, is the clown!

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At the sewage treatment plant in Arkham, Gordon, with a cigarette in his hand, looked at the plant building with a worried look on his face.

It's getting late. If it were at night, there would be too many surprises, Gordon thought to himself.

And this plan was a bit too crazy. What if it angered that madman... Thinking of this, Gordon took another deep puff of his cigarette, and a pile of cigarette butts were already thrown under his feet.

"Naomu, are you sure?" Gordon turned around and asked.

The seedling was holding a large kettle and pouring instant coffee into it. When he heard this, he picked up the kettle and poured water into it without even raising his head.

"I'm not sure, but don't worry. As long as the Joker sees this, he will definitely come. This guy won't allow fakes to exist in the world unless he authorizes it."

What Naegi said is not without reason. The most famous gang in Gotham is the Joker Gang, but no one dares to impersonate the Joker. It's not that there are no such people, but that they are all dead.

What a miserable death.

There was a circus that was reckless and used clowns as a gimmick. As a result, they were driven out by a real scandal and were forced to give clowns "laughing gas" one by one and laughed to death, including the audience.

"Bah! This coffee is more bitter than my life."

Miao Mu spat out a mouthful of coffee, stuck out his tongue, frowned, turned around and shouted: "Bring me two bottles of milk and a bag of sugar."

"Don't wait, come 100% at night, let the brothers have some coffee, eat some cake, and prepare to stay up late."

Miao Mu leaned back in a chair and said, this chair was from the Gotham TV station's broadcast vehicle, the kind of folding recliner.

As for the TV station crew, they have been evacuated. Only two guys whose insurance is longer than their lives are here, carrying cameras and interviewing the Joker at close range.

"No, I think this kid Milo is going too far." Gordon walked over, sat on a chair, picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

Miaogi turned his head and looked over. The clown on the roof was jumping and dancing, and he was just about to do a striptease horse dance. This was not just wearing a mask, it was obviously releasing himself.

"I'm still worried." Gordon shook his head.

Miao Mu didn't try to persuade him any more. There were the Serious Crime Unit 1, the Quick Response Team C, the Temporary Team A, the Arkham Police Force, the Gotham Police Special Operations Team, and support teams transferred from other police stations.

There are more than 200 people in total, including the rat group summoned by Otis. Miaomu is really not worried about the clown.

Moreover, once night falls, a certain big bat will be active and will definitely not miss this good show.

Miao Mu gave a death order to kill the clown right here! All the members were armed with live ammunition and could shoot without restriction.

The clown is made of iron, but he still got hit by two bullets.