Summoner from a certain American comic

The moment the clown's clone arrived in the DC Universe, Adam discovered him.

But Adam didn't pay attention to the clown clone. For him, as long as the clown clone completed its tasks well in the future, Adam didn't care if he did other things.

Adam's eyes stayed on Gotham City for a moment, and then he looked back. Looking at Superman who was still thinking, Adam was not in a hurry.

For a being like Superman who has great power and more potential, Adam will show some patience appropriately.

Here, where the clown is, hundreds of mediocre and cowardly citizens gathered in front of the criminals as if nothing had happened, watching this live case that was about to be broadcast on the news channel.

A considerable number of people have even quickly uploaded the real-time case to the Internet across the United States through mobile phone shooting and networking functions, as well as social software such as Facebook.

The lives of ten innocent little girls are in danger. In today's information society with developed media industry, no matter from any angle, it is enough to be regarded as a large-scale case.

A young female reporter in her twenties saw that the clown was slowly pacing back and forth, while the other eight lackeys were standing in place with guns in military-like postures, and immediately deduced that he obviously had something. What a special plan.

In fact, anyone with a little clear analytical skills can deduce this.

The only difference is whether the inferrer takes any subsequent actual actions after inferring this point.

Although this female reporter is eager for quick success, she is indeed very courageous.

She gritted her teeth, clutched the microphone tightly, and walked towards the clown a few meters away.

When she first took the first step, her heart beat faster and the frequency was surprisingly high. Fortunately, slowly, the heart rate decreases by one point for every meter closer.

When she came face to face with the clown, she suddenly realized that things were not that difficult and not as bad as she imagined.

"Mr. Clown, what do you want to do?"

The female reporter took a deep breath, and under the stimulation of adrenaline, she mustered up the courage to ask a question that all the reporters present wanted to ask.

After asking, he quickly raised his right hand and raised the microphone to the clown's torn lips covered in red paint.

The clown did not answer her question directly, but laughed first, and it was quite weird, causing a creepy feeling to instantly spread through every inch of her body.

He straightened his messy long hair for the camera, then grinned, and then officially started to answer.

"Before answering this question, I first want to express my admiration to the female reporter next to me." As he spoke, the clown raised his arm and pointed the black muzzle of the pistol at the female reporter's eyebrows, "According to me Observe, there are more than a dozen reporters at the scene. And among these dozen reporters, she is the only female warrior who has the courage to interview me head-on."

The barrel of the gun was pressed between her eyebrows, and the gunman was a moody, psychopathic super criminal. No matter how strong the psychological quality of the female reporter was, at this time, there were big beads of sweat on her temples, and her hair was cold. Standing upright, his face is ashen.

For a moment, she vaguely realized that she seemed to have made a wrong decision.

"Ahem, cough, cough," the clown cleared his throat, twisted his neck, and finally smiled maliciously at the camera, "Batman, I'm waiting for you here."

"By the way, I have something to tell you." The clown arranged his hair again and said to the camera: "Clowning is just my profession. My name is Adam...well...what a wonderful and noble name!"

As the words fell, the clown pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A metal bullet with huge penetrating power quickly ejected from the barrel of the gun.

Sparks flew everywhere, burning the female reporter's eyebrows.

The bullet went straight into the female reporter's brain.

With a pop, the female reporter fell to the ground, and her tragic career as a journalist ended completely.

Hundreds of citizens who gathered in front saw a female reporter in her prime being brutally shot by a clown in broad daylight. They no longer believed in the ridiculous common sense that safety in numbers is possible.

They were in a mess, looking for suitable and safe escape routes, hoping to leave this land of right and wrong as soon as possible.

The front of the wide aisle suddenly became chaotic.

After about a minute, the crowded crowd became empty and quiet.

Apart from a few brave citizens, the only people who remained at the scene were a few other reporters and photographers.

Hundreds of people witnessed the female reporter being shot dead within one minute, but no one dared to protest openly or express their anger and contempt.

On the contrary, he fled the scene early to defend the value of his life.

In an inadvertent moment, the clown had won the first battle.

In a very ordinary apartment, two beautiful young women were sitting on the sofa watching TV. This scene happened to be on the news on TV.

"The Joker is still alive?" the slightly taller woman said, "Harley, I remember your brother's name is Adam."

"That's my brother!" The woman holding the snack in her hand said helplessly: "It seems that he was contaminated by the clown. After he rescued me, he trapped himself?"

"Are we going to rescue him?" Another woman snatched the snack from Harley's hand.

"No, everything in the past has nothing to do with me."

Such a scene also appeared on the TV in Wayne Manor. A man and a woman were standing in front of the TV, their expressions were very ugly.

"Bruce, is that the Joker?" Wonder Woman looked at the TV with a trace of doubt in her eyes.

"No, although they are very similar in style and voice, their looks are completely different and their bodies are also different." Batman knows the Joker, his old rival, very well. "Maybe he's an imitator, but his name..."

The name Adam annoys Batman and Wonder Woman a little.

"Let's go now." Wonder Woman waved the sword in her hand. "Just ask him face to face."

"No, I'll go alone." Batman shook his head. "Your mission is to find Harley as soon as possible. I will ask Afu to assist you and ask Cyborg to speed up his actions."

.........

A few minutes later, the eight police cars closest to the crime scene finally arrived.

Although the police team led by Chief Gordon was very efficient, it was still a step late.

A young woman's life had ended on this narrow and cold road a few minutes ago.

"Hand over the hostages and surrender!!"

"Hand over the hostages and surrender!!"

"Hand over the hostages and surrender!!"

The police officers took out their rifles, submachine guns and shotguns, clinging to the side of the police car with serious expressions, assuming well-trained combat postures, and confronting the armed criminals not far away.

(End of this chapter)