Summoner from a certain American comic

"Brother, let's go." Harley looked at Adam. "Gotham City is a big quagmire. If you get stuck in it, you'll never get out."

"Don't underestimate me, Harley." Adam touched the dye on Harley's face. "Don't you take off your makeup every day?"

"This is new makeup." Harley rolled her eyes and said, "It seems like you need to do a psychological evaluation."

"Compared to when we first met, you are much more normal now." Adam looked at Harley unconsciously. "It seems that you have not been with the clown recently, and he has not continued to pollute you."

"Hehehehe, little Pudding is hiding, and I can't find him." A crazy smile suddenly appeared on Harley's face, as if she changed into a different person when she mentioned the clown.

"Haha, it doesn't matter, I will find him and wring his neck." Adam also laughed. "This way you can go back to your good old self."

Adam laughed for a few seconds and then stopped. He suddenly found that his strength had increased a lot, and he said doubtfully: "I will definitely find the clown."

The strength increased again.

"I swear to God, I will never find this idiot named the Joker in Gotham City."

Harley looked at Adam in confusion, but Adam smiled like a fool.

Adam's physical strength has reached the bronze level, equivalent to Captain America, and he also has a lot of divine power in his body, so he is not afraid of Batman.

And Adam finally found some techniques to restore his strength, probably to cause some trouble in this world.

"Adam, no matter what you want to do, don't expect me to save you again." Harley suddenly became cold. "I advise you to take care of yourself. Little Pudding is not something you can afford to offend."

After Harley finished speaking, she turned around and left, disappearing into the darkness.

"Try to cause trouble, but you won't die anyway."

With a strange smile on his face, Adam walked towards the place where he hid the money.

Cathedral Square is the largest square in Gotham City, and countless tourists come here every day to enjoy it.

There is the largest church in Gotham City here. I heard it has a history of hundreds of years. It is really an antique.

Adam drove to Cathedral Square with a trunk full of dollar bills, which were his game props.

An excellent game must have an excellent venue. The place needs to be open enough, and it also needs a tall building to make it easy for Adam to leave the scene.

Soon Adam found such a place. It was noon. Adam had not eaten his lunch, a hot dog bought from the street. Adam noticed a balloon in the parasol.

"It's really interesting, I can't wait." This is Adam's evaluation.

Adam poured gasoline around, and the thick black gasoline flowed on the ground. People around him began to stop and watch.

After pouring two barrels of gasoline, Jack clapped his hands with satisfaction, took out a piece of cardboard from the car, and wrote "danger" and "boodiesandgentlen, gentlemen and ladies, howareyou, my name is Adam, You can also call me Jack the Clown. Today I am here at Cathedral Square and I have a very interesting game to share with you." Adam turned around and opened the trunk of the van, revealing the dollar bills stuffed inside.

"I will drop them, these green little cuties, from upstairs. How many you can pick up depends on your speed." Adam dragged the box containing the money up to the second floor and knocked on the door of the house on the second floor.

The door was opened by an old woman, and the image of Christ on the wall told Jack that she was a Christian.

"Oh, damn, I don't like Christianity."

"boom"

"Believe me, you should believe in the Cult of Death." He took out his gun and knocked the old woman unconscious, then dragged the money box into the window of the house.

Now Adam could see that many people had gathered downstairs, watching Adam waiting for the dollar bills in his hand.

"Okay, welcome my gift." Adam grabbed a handful of banknotes and threw them out of the window. The banknotes were flying in the sky, but the crowd downstairs did not grab them, they were just ready to move.

"Is it too little?" Adam directly threw half a box of money at once, and the crowd downstairs began to loot, and more and more people gathered. "It's not too little now, right?"

"Hahahahaha" Adam took out the lighter, lit the gasoline-stained banknotes, and then pushed out the window.

Burning banknotes fell on the gasoline-covered ground, and the fire suddenly spread.

Many people were already ignited by the flames, but this could not stop the crowd's enthusiasm for grabbing money. They stepped on the "poor people" who fell to the ground. They fought frantically, insulted wantonly, and fought in anger.

"Oh, poor young man, and that kind old lady, they are so pitiful. Are those your eyeballs rolling down?" Adam looked at the crowd fighting in the flames with interest. This is simply the best thing. game.

Adam picked up a dollar bill and put it to his nose, took a deep breath, and smiled happily.

The money has been smeared with hallucinogens by Adam, which can affect people's central nervous system and visual nerves, causing people to hallucinate. Pain-blocking drugs are also hallucinogens.

The hallucinogen prepared by Adam can volatilize in the air, similar to sleeping gas. This is the secret recipe obtained in Osborne, which is why Adam needs a box to contain money.

Adam didn't know what those people fighting for could see. He had used it on himself, but it had no effect. He didn't know whether it was because of his divine power or because of his body.

Adam looked through the memory of this body and found that he had smoked powder before, but he was not addicted. Maybe it was because of his extraordinary talent.

Although the police in Gotham City are depraved and extremely incompetent, in order to maintain apparent stability and their official career, the police can still be guaranteed.

Unfortunately, when the Gotham City Police Department officers arrived, there were only a pile of charred corpses and burnt victims wailing on the ground.

Adam just stood in front of the window and looked at these frightened police officers, playing tricks with the Desert Eagle in his hand.

Adam liked this Desert Eagle very much. It was the weapon used by the fat man in the previous robbery. Adam's current body could completely ignore the recoil of the Desert Eagle.

After the police arrived, it was time for Adam to leave. Although he was not afraid of these weaklings at all, Adam's goal had been achieved and there was no need to waste time with these policemen.

Adam imitated the Joker and played a grand fire game. Adam didn't know whether the Joker would come to Adam, but Batman would definitely come.

Perhaps in Batman's mouth, Adam can get traces of the Joker, so that Adam can find the Joker and gently remove his head from his body.

No matter whether killing the clown will restore more strength, Adam must be in a happy mood after killing the clown.

End of this chapter