I'm dying every day [Comprehensive British and American]

The moon was dark and the wind was high, the three of them stood on the balcony, forming a small triangle, looking at each other silently.

Ding!The player "Papa Papa" proposed to you an invitation to form a team to "kill clowns". Accept or reject?

——If this is an RPG game, then such a prompt will probably pop up.

The green-eyed boy's name is Tylo, and his identity is unknown. Bernice can't think of any movie character whose name and features match him. Only from the hatred in his voice, Bernice is sure that he has a problem with the clown. , She didn't ask what it was, she just knew that they had a common goal.

The enemy of an enemy is a friend.

As for the Red Hood, Bernice didn't even bother to ask his name, firstly, the Red Hood would definitely not pick on her, and secondly, his vest seemed transparent to her.

He hated clowns, it was enough for her to know that.

Red Hood obviously didn't trust the two of them very much, and he was used to living alone, he didn't need teammates, it was better to trust himself than to trust two people of unknown origin.

Bernice saw what he was thinking, and said in an indifferent manner: "It's up to you to act on your own, anyway, I just want to save people, I won't stop you, but if you make me fail to save people— —”

"I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth."

Red Hood: "..." Heh, he really wants to know how you will hunt him down to the ends of the earth.

The pair of cold and arrogant eyes that were only exposed on the red hood's face glanced at Bernice faintly, which reminded people of a frozen lake.He didn't speak, it was a tacit consent.

She wasn't worried about any trouble, anyway, everyone was going for the clown, so what trouble would happen?Oh, maybe rushing to dismember the clown.

Bernice came alone, and she was already prepared to lose both with the clown. If she was "lucky", she might be able to escape unscathed.

Anyway, she has only one goal tonight, which is to get Mrs. David out, and it would be even better if she could beat the clown along the way.

She didn't know why she cared so much about a person she had just met. To be honest, Mrs. David had no relatives. Even if she died, no one would know, and no one would be sad for her.

Maybe it's because she doesn't want to see anyone get hurt in front of her again. Although she is heartless and selfish, Mrs. David has cooked a lot of delicious pizzas for her anyway.

Tello asked, "Why are you so sure you will succeed?"

Bernice replied, "Because the clown likes me."

Taylor: "..."

Bernice continued in a familiar way: "Are you surprised? If I tell the names of my other suitors, I will definitely scare you to death." She paused, staring at Taylor's face, remembering the When he was in Cam, he had helped her in various ways, and asked doubtfully, "Could it be that you like me too?"

Taylor really couldn't figure out why her thoughts could turn there, his brain couldn't keep up, "What are you talking about?"

"Then why did you send me the gun?"

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"Ah." Bernice suddenly remembered something, couldn't help but cast a glance at the red hood and said, "I sold your gun to someone else, don't be jealous."

Red Hood finally reacted, and looked at the two of them in surprise, the gun he bought from Bernice was now on his belt.

What a magical fate.

……

Bernice walked into the nightclub alone, and the two men guarding the door outside did not stop her. I don't know if she got the clown's instructions in advance, or she succeeded in brushing her face.

Whether it's a bar or a nightclub, good-looking girls are always privileged.

Just passing through the door, it was like walking into another world. The decoration inside was very luxurious, with gold as the main tone. The deafening music overwhelmed her senses, the lights were dim and blurred, and she was so ambiguous that she wanted to see each other's faces clearly. It has to be close.

This place is bigger than she imagined. There is a big stage in the middle. The noisy crowd surrounds the stage, twisting wildly against the bodies of strangers. Several women in sexy clothes dance on the stage, and one of them is particularly eye-catching. That head of light, almost white hair is red on one side and blue on the other, with an intoxicating smile on her face, her graceful body swaying with the music, and the short gold sequin skirt makes her already very fair skin more attractive, almost Can't look away.

Bernice was dazed, her mouth moved silently.

Harleen.

"Little beauty, do you want to play together?"

Not long after Bernice arrived, several drunken men approached her, and she pushed them away impatiently, "Go away, I'm not free."

She squeezed into the out-of-control crowd and approached the stage. Harleen soon noticed Bernice, and she immediately jumped off the stage, shouting in surprise: "Bernice!"

Bernice quickly opened her arms to catch her, and Harleen crashed into her arms, almost unable to stand still.

Harleen hugged Bernice and did not let go, rubbed her cheek against her, and shouted coquettishly: "I miss you so much!"

Harleen didn't ask why Bernice was here, she guessed that Harleen already knew.

A scent of perfume poured into her nose. Bernice was not used to this Harleen with a sudden change in style, but she patted her bare back and said, "I miss you too baby."

After she finished speaking, she pushed her away. Bernice looked at this beautiful face with alluring make-up, and glanced at her large snow-white breasts with complaining eyes, "What clothes are you wearing? They will all be seen gone."

Harleen tilted her head like a child and asked, "Isn't it pretty?"

"It looks good, but the eyeballs of those stinky men are about to stick to you." Bernice quickly took off her jacket and draped it over Harleen's shoulders, covering her upper body tightly.

"Are you jealous?" Harleen wrapped her hands around Bernice's neck, her warm body pressed against her, with a sly smile like a little fox.

"Uh huh, if you don't wear any clothes, I have to dig out their eyes." Bernice brushed up a handful of her hair that covered her face and put it behind her ears, and replied casually, "Haileen, where is the clown?" ?”

"Call me Harley. Harley Quinn." Harry winked mischievously at Bernice. "PUDDIN's over there."

She pointed in a direction, and Bernice could barely see the green head between the curtains of gold chains.

Bernice looked away and looked into Harry's eyes, "You know what he did, don't you?"

Harry's smile froze for a second, not daring to look directly at Bernice, "I..."

Harleen Quizell is kind. Even if she becomes Harley Quinn, the part that belongs to Harleen Quizell will not change. Human nature will not change so easily, Bernice believes so.

Even if she took a wrong path, Bernice never thought of breaking her back or anything. From the moment she and Harry parted, both parties had chosen their paths, a completely different path.

The path you choose, you have to walk on your knees.

Bernice didn't blame her, just patted her on the head lightly, and said: "Chasing men is chasing men, don't let yourself become his kind of person."

……

The clown knew Bernice was coming from the moment she stepped into the door, he dismissed the chattering gang boss sitting in front of him, and hummed a song in a brisk mood.

Since he escaped from prison, he has been looking for Bernice's whereabouts. He enjoys the process of chasing prey, watching them escape, watching them show panic expressions, and hide like a gray mouse. bright claws.

But the clown didn't think that the man had run away, but it didn't matter, he had the poor woman.

He just wanted to find her. As for what to do after meeting her, he had no idea at all, he just did it because he thought of it.So he often feels that he is a mad dog chasing a car, and when he catches up, he doesn't know what to do, but he just wants to find something to do.

After he finished humming a song, he just heard the "buckle button" of high heels hitting the ground rhythmically, followed by the sound of the curtain being opened, and a female voice sounded in the box: "Long time no see, Xiaogang!" tooth."

He turned his head, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed dramatically: "Wow."

The blond woman is leaning on the side, her long curly hair is naturally draped over her shoulders, what catches the eye is the close-fitting tube top dress, which shows off her figure without hesitation, and her slender and smooth calves are bare/exposed Outside, the dim light reflected on her face, the raised eyeliner was provocative, the full lips were painted with mature bright red lipstick, the corners of her mouth were hooked, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

The clown held a gold cane in his hand, tapped the cane twice, and said with a bloody smile on the corner of his mouth, "I guess you've met Harley Quinn already?"

Bernice came over, sat down on the sofa opposite the clown, looked at him with plain eyes and said, "Yes, I really want to know how you made her like this."

"You don't like it?" The clown narrowed his eyes and grinned, "She's my most satisfying finished product."

The word "finished product" made Bernice uncomfortable, like Harley was just a toy to him.But when she thought that she would be happy tonight, she felt relieved, raised her chin slightly, and said, "I'm here, can you let me go?"

"Don't be so anxious, sweetheart, we should catch up on the past." The clown smiled slyly twice, patted the seat next to him, "Come and sit."

Bernice looked at him for a while, and the two men with different intentions looked at each other. She suspected that if she didn't move, the men on the other side were going to shoot her in the head twice, so she stood up and sat down next to the clown.

There was an empty seat between Bernice and the clown, but the clown leaned forward, but Bernice was already sitting on the edge of the sofa, unable to back away.

The clown put his hands on her waist to prevent her from leaning back, put his mouth next to her ear, and whispered like a devil: "You wear so little, what's your intention?"

Due to a change in the plan, Bernice temporarily bought a tube top skirt for going to nightclubs. The only jacket was given to Harley. There is indeed very little fabric on her body now, and the smooth shoulders are exposed to the air. The clown can lower his head. Seeing the high breasts, the passionate lines can be seen at a glance. The [-]-centimeter short skirt just covered the buttocks and the bottom of the thighs. She raised her legs to prevent her nakedness. reverie.

She does have ulterior motives.

Bernice refrained from knocking the clown's hand away from her waist, and squinted at him, the sarcasm in her voice was undisguised: "Then what are your intentions? You are an upstart in cosplay?"

The clown is wearing a shirt and trousers, but he has no sense of elegance, because the clothes are messed up by him. Half of the buttons on the white shirt on his body are unbuttoned, and his chest is just open, revealing a sense of strength and complex muscles. The tattoos, the tie hanging crookedly around the neck, and the thick gold chain no matter how you look at it, the hands are covered with all kinds of gold ornaments and rings, this taste is really hard to describe.

It's really sexy if you don't look at the face, but the taste is too bad.

The clown's eyes shone brightly, and as soon as he tightened his hand on Bernice's waist, Bernice leaned into his arms with an extremely intimate gesture.He casually tossed the coin aside and freed his other hand.

The sudden icy touch on her thigh made Bernice gasp, and she almost wanted to shoot him, and he even breathed in her ear viciously, as if he was going to eat her in one bite at any time.

Bernice's heart was beating wildly, not because the clown's hands were groping, but because she remembered that she had tied the pistol/gun to her thigh after changing clothes...

slap.

It was too late, the clown unbuttoned the belt, and took out the gun smoothly.

He held Bernice's pistol/gun in his hand, licked his dry lips dangerously, fixed his eyes on Bernice, and whispered to her ear with his lips: "It seems that someone is not good enough?"