[Comprehensive] Clown training game

who I am?That's a good question, anyway, you definitely can't call yourself a "clown".

"Jack." Mr. J replied, then scratched his head and said, "Jack Sparrow."

"Okay, Captain." Blair gave him a meaningful look.

Wait, does the gaming world have a Pirates of the Caribbean movie, too? Mr. J realized that he might have made up an embarrassing pseudonym.But Scar Blair didn't intend to ask any further, and just asked him for money.

Do you want to take another gamble?Ask him about the whereabouts of Harley Quinn?

So, he gave the other party another ten silver coins and asked, "I just want to ask, do you know..."

"Talk while walking." Blair flicked a silver coin briskly, and then hid all the silver coins like magic, and then led Mr. J out, walked a few steps, as if remembering something, twisted He turned his head and said to the children, "It's not safe here anymore. Go south. There's a church two streets away. Father Andrew has bad eyes and a bad temper, but at least he won't hit anyone."

The boy looked at him silently.

Blair didn't care, and continued to move forward with Mr. J.He is indeed the local snake here, he knows all the roads big and small, and the road he chooses is concealed and fast.He also walks like a ghost, often clinging to walls and shadows.

He whispered: "You just said, who are you going to find?"

Mr. J didn't answer, but asked, "What's wrong here?"

Blair sneered, and asked back, "Why, did you just run out of the deep mountains?"

Mr. J: "Why are there only dead people left in Arkham?" Isn't that a prison?Where has Batman gone?

Blair stopped abruptly, Mr. J behind him almost missed his tall back, the former took a deep breath, turned his head, there seemed to be flames burning in his dark brown eyes: "Why are there only dead people left in Arkham? Why did Gotham almost become a dead city?"

He twitched the corner of his mouth, with the distorted scar on his face: "Five years ago, the clown used an illusion to make Superman kill his pregnant wife by mistake, and used nuclear bombs to destroy Metropolis. Compared with the ruins of Metropolis, brother Tan is still intact."

... Clown, why is it you again, clown!

"After killing the clown, Superman... lost control. He used his absolute power to promote 'peace' in the world. Regardless of Batman's obstruction, he executed a large number of prisoners, including the lunatics in Arkham."

Mr. J was surprised, he was indeed not familiar with Superman, after all Wall Street elites don't read nerd comics!However, the significance of Superman in the United States is very important. It can be said that even if the sky falls, Superman will push it back.

Superman blackened, how is it possible?

"Where's Batman, didn't he stop it?" Mr. J asked.

Blair's expression became colder, and he said indifferently: "What's the use of counting on him? Compared with Superman, what is he?" A useless mortal is nothing but dying.

"You can't say that." Mr. J shrugged, "I don't know much about Batman, but this guy is very stubborn, and he will never give up on things he believes in." Free fall, but also violently beat him up.

"...Are you praising him or scolding him?"

"It's a compliment. Persistence is the most important quality for a person. By the way, do you know how Harley Quinn is doing? She should be fine, where might she be now?"

Blair looked at him: "Are you looking for Harley Quinn?"

"Ten silver coins, you can help me find out, we negotiated earlier." Mr. J said with folded arms.

Blair laughed softly, and then rubbed his temples wearily: "Okay, it's a good deal. But I can easily earn these ten silver coins. The Harley Quinn just appeared on TV, you can see it by watching the news."

"Uh, do you know where there is a TV?" Mr. J asked cautiously.

Blair: ...come with me.

He took Mr. J through the hidden alleys of Gotham, and finally came to a deserted bar.This time it was not a ruin. There was also a shop owner inside, a muscular man with tattoos all over his back, wiping the glass with a dirty rag.

He raised his head, his right eye was still fake, his face was full of flesh, and he looked very ferocious.

"Borrow your TV." Blair said succinctly.

"The TV is broken," the boss replied curtly, "the radio still works."

"Alright." Blair nodded, and pressed a small bag of things on the bar. The boss walked over slowly, put the things in his pocket, turned and left, and told him not to touch other things before leaving.

Blair turned on the radio familiarly, tuned to the official channel, then put one hand on the bar, jumped up, like a light deer, got into the wine cabinet, took a bottle of wine, a bucket of ice and two cups.

"Old miser." He muttered, beckoning to Mr. J: "All the good wines are hidden away, try his own brew, don't even think about the appetizers, eating a piece of his mint can make him feel bad die."

The cloudy amber liquid was poured into a glass, and a large amount of ice cubes were poured in to dilute the taste of bad wine.Because the tongue was chilled, the wine was not so difficult to swallow.

Mr. J drank a few sips and nodded, feeling that the nerves that had been tense all the time were relieved.

"Aren't you going to drink?" He saw that Blair was just shaking the glass without touching his lips.

Just as Blair was about to say something, he heard urgent news on the radio.Basically, the Superman government captured Batman, the leader of the rebel army, and decided to execute him the day after tomorrow. The notorious Harley Quinn and the Clown Gang wanted to rescue them, but they were beaten and fled in a hurry. The yellow lights are hunting for the rest. criminals.

"Heh..." Mr. J heard the mocking laughter behind him, turned his head, and saw Blair raised his head and drank the bad wine in the glass.

"Are you from Batman's side?" Mr. J asked.

Blair poured him another glass and said noncommittally, "You're very sharp."

"No, it's just that you feel uncomfortable. It's like your body is being crushed under a rock, but your soul is out of your body, and it's stupid to stand by and laugh at the world." Mr. J took another drink and patted the other person on the shoulder. Sympathetic: "Don't hold back when you feel uncomfortable."

"The world is not stupid. We are the ones who are stupid." Blair took a step back, avoiding his hand. "What are you going to do? The yellow light is hunting Harley Quinn."

"I have a question." Mr. J got a little drunk and held out a finger.

"Ok?"

Let me see, your decision.

"What is the yellow light? A traffic light when crossing the road?" Mr. J asked seriously.

Blair: ...

Sorry, it was my fault, shouldn't have placed too much hope in your IQ and common sense.

"Yellow lights are people with special powers. Their abilities come from yellow light rings. The light rings emit yellow light energy, which can be transformed into various weapons and can also resist attacks for them. Yellow lights represent fear. They use fear Dominate others." Blair gritted his teeth and explained.

"Sounds like a bad guy." Mr. J commented seriously.

"I thought you were past the age of defining people as good or bad," Blair sarcastically said.

"That's right, Superman can become a villain, and the Justice League can become an Injustice League. Do you think the clown's madness is contagious? Whoever kills him will go crazy again?"

"Your thinking is really ingenious." Blair applauded him without emotion, and then asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Find Harley Quinn, save Batman."

I can still understand the former, but what are you going to do next?Blair looked at him in surprise: "It's okay to find Harley Quinn, and the yellow light is not impossible to deal with, but if you want to save Batman, you must break through multiple defense lines such as Superman and Wonder Woman. Can you beat Superman?"

"I can't beat him." It is estimated that Superman is a high-level player at level 99, and he can stab ten of him to death with one hand.

"Then are you going to die?"

"Some things, it's not a question of being able to fight or not." It depends on whether the system has assigned him a new task! !

Of course, it is impossible for the clown to save Batman in this hot chicken game, but a new branch is updated: meeting Superman.Tip: Say hello to the God of Earth and tell him you have a bold idea.

Since we have to rush to deliver it, we might as well save Batman by the way.

Even though this dark guy beats him up whenever he sees him, and even though Master Wayne's favorability is still hovering at -200, Batman is a good guy, and he can't just watch him be executed by the Injustice League.

"Those who hold salaries for everyone must not freeze to death in the wind and snow."

Mr. J made a sign of the cross on his chest and poured himself another glass of wine: "Wish me luck, do you know where the Harley Quinn is? I'm going to see her first, and then try to find out, they locked Batman in Where is it?"

Blair pursed his lips, seemingly thinking about something.

"Don't worry, I already have an idea."

Mr. J smiled, Superman must be fully focused on Batman now.But what if at this time, tell him that the enemy he wished to crush to death eight hundred times actually came back to life?

To save Batman, you must first draw Superman away. What better introduction than the Joker?

Presumably Batman is not alone, there should be other heroes helping him.If it didn't work, he asked his teammates to help and try to find a way to gather some people.In short, even if Superman wanted to break his brain, he would never have expected that the clown desperately lured him out to find a chance to save Batman, hahahaha.

"Thanks for your patronage, twenty silver coins, I will take you to the Harley Quinn." Blair spread his hands out of time and asked for money.

"...Aren't you from Batman? Save your boss and ask me for money?" Mr. J was shocked.

"One size fits all." Blair said sternly, "Batman's money is much more generous than yours."

Nonsense, that is Lord Wayne, the richest man in Gotham! ,

But he still painstakingly took out ten silver coins and stuffed them into Blair's hand. The other's palm was very rough, with various scars and calluses, but it was very warm.The hand gripped the silver coin tightly, and the owner of the hand gave a brilliant smirk.

"I'll contact Harley Quinn for you." As he spoke, he took out a communicator.

Mr. J: Execuseme?I have an mmp to say right away!