[Comprehensive] Clown training game

Mr. J is currently flying in the air, literally "flying freely", ah, it turns out that this is what it feels like to go to heaven.

I just hope that Mr. Todd can be more gentle and stop throwing him around like a yo-yo!

When the red hood retracted the hook gun and landed, he turned his head and saw the clown huddling in a corner, his eyes were a little dazed, and his footsteps were floating.Very well, he didn't want the clown to feel better at first, but he was dizzy... Isn't it a bit too much?

It's not the first day Jason has been back in Gotham, he's been back for a while, and it's something Batman taught him.Seeing how well he used it now, Jason sneered. When he crawled out of the grave, it didn't mean that he was going to see Bruce die in pain. He just hoped that his death would be worth something.

But what did his death gain?

The Joker is still alive and well in Arkham, breaking out of prison two or three times from time to time, and Batman has a new Robin beside him.Huh, a new Robin, like he replaced Dick, so they're just parts that can be replaced?

So, he didn't tell anyone about his return.

He picked a red hood for himself, as a kind of irony and warning, and secretly under the Gotham gang. He wants to regulate Gotham's underground world, and he wants the old bat to know that he is right .

Rather than the self-righteous non-killing principle of bats.

Of course, the Joker also has to pay for what he did.He wanted to kill the clown, but not just to avenge himself, he really wanted to see the expression on the old bat's face when he saw that he had killed the clown.

Mr. J finally finished vomiting, and he swore that he never wanted to be hung in the air and fly around again in his life.When he wiped the corners of his mouth and was about to stand up, he was dragged into the room by the irritable Mr. Todd.

No, I will go, you let go, don't hit me!

Mr. J had an ominous premonition, he felt that it would be a very scary thing to be alone in a room with Mr. Todd, whose favorability degree was -250.Never had he wished to see Batman more than now.

I was wrong, Mr. Wayne, I don't dislike you for being hot-tempered and difficult to serve any more!

You are electricity, you are light, you are the only savior, please hurry up and find out that your Arkham back garden has been ripped out, hurry up and save me, the poor clown.

"I won't kill you now, but it doesn't mean I'll make it easier for you." Probably because he thought the clown was going to die, Jason simply took off the red hood, revealing that heroic and youthful face, but there was a lingering look in his eyes. Furious and violent.

For God's sake, this is still a kid, is he past puberty?

Jason has to admit, shutting down the Joker is a hassle, you have to worry about him all the time.Moreover, there is still an account to be settled between them.As he said that, he took out a crowbar from the back of the safe house: "It's not the one you killed me a few years ago, but it's almost the same. Why don't you tell me later, do you feel the same?"

Mr. J's expression was dull, he guessed that the clown didn't do anything good, but isn't it too much to kill a child?

And what does this young Mr. Todd want to do?Impulse is the devil, so bad!

When the first blow fell, Mr. J's super high defense value saved him.Even Jason was a little surprised. After all, he used [-]% of his strength this time, but the clown didn't have any problems with his bones other than "Wow!"

If it were someone else, it would probably break the bone.

Very good, don't worry about killing him by mistake. He used [-]% of his strength for the second hit, and the original hitting part was the same. This shows that the Red Hood has control over the muscles.

Mr. J felt that he seemed to hear the crisp and subtle sound of bones cracking. The pain was definitely painful, and it was different from the broken ribs being smashed against the wall by the injustice. In a superimposed way, his flesh and blood burst open from the inside to the outside, with every stroke bringing indelible bruises, and every stroke was another part of the bone broken.

It hurts, little bastard!

"Do you feel pain too, clown?" Jason's eyes seemed to be on fire, no, his whole body was an angry flame of revenge, "When you inflict pain on others, why didn't you think What about today?"

"You beat a 15-year-old to death with a crowbar, you made him think he found his loved ones, you killed his hopes, you left him in a room with a bomb just to make Batman Watching my assistant get blown to pieces."

"You are the cancer of Gotham, an existence that does not need to live in this world."

Mr. J thought that the bones in his legs should have been broken into pieces. He wanted to breathe, but the beatings seemed endless like a shower, but he consciously avoided the vital internal organs.

Wronged?Of course there are, after all, why should he be responsible for the crap the clown did?But on the other hand, Mr. J asked himself, if an innocent child was beaten to death by a clown, maybe he would retaliate in the same way.

He has always liked children very much, because of his childhood experience, he has an excessive desire to protect all children, and sometimes even goes to extremes.

Just like when he avenged Aretha back then, he was able to send monsters to kill the townspeople; like even though he was chased by the police, he hugged him to comfort him without hesitation after seeing the helpless and panicked expression of Little Bruce.

He never wanted any child to be harmed.

The clown deserves to be beaten to death, but he is really not a clown!It hurts, Mr. Todd, if you hit me again, I will die, and I will not be able to see Batman alive, and your plan will be over!

In the end, Jason put down the crowbar in his hand, stepped forward to make sure that the clown was still breathing, and then he touched the bones of the opponent's limbs, and after finding that his right hand could still move, he simply snapped off the clown that had cracks in the first place. bone.

Mr. J didn't even have the strength to hum, and he let him go in a very Buddhist way.

"Stop screaming, you didn't hurt your internal organs, and you won't die if your limbs and bones are broken." At least he won't die for a short time. It's better than when he even had his bile pumped out. At that time, Jason was sure that his internal organs were broken many.

He beat the clown, on the one hand to vent his anger, but more to make him calm down.When he was dealing with Batman and the Gotham gang, he really didn't want another stumbling block behind him.

However, the confrontation with Batman didn't come so quickly, and Jason soon realized that the Joker's severed arms and legs...was actually quite troublesome.For example, I can't eat by myself, and I can't use the toilet by myself.

It doesn't matter if he goes to the toilet, as long as he doesn't mind that the safehouse will stink, let the clown pull it in his pants.

But if you don't eat or drink water, you will still die. Why don't you get a drip of nutrient solution?

Jason rummaged through the inventory, found glucose and saline, and then inserted the needle into the clown's bruised and overlapping wrist veins in a very rough way. Seriously, if you beat it like this, you need to successfully find the blood vessel It's also quite technical.

However, poking him two more needles will relieve his anger.

"I'm going to die." Mr. J opened his dead fish eyes and said in despair: "I'm going to die tonight."

"...Hehe." The disaster will last for thousands of years, and the world will be peaceful only after you die.

"I said I'm not actually a clown, do you believe it, Mr. Todd?"

"What kind of tricks are you trying to play? I won't believe any nonsense that comes out of your mouth." Er Shao, who had dealt with clowns during Robin's time, told you that when dealing with clowns, just do it, and don't say too much.

Look, didn't Buyi Chao just get limped by being almost fooled?

After making sure the Joker doesn't starve to death, it's time for Jason to take care of Batman and the gang.As long as he thinks of Bruce, he becomes inexplicably anxious. Sometimes, he wishes to beat Bruce to death, but on the other hand, he also realizes that it is just a sequela of the resurrection pool.

After coming out of the pool, he always has the desire to destroy something, and often can't control his emotions.

The clown was still yelling, which upset him, Jason's anger flashed across his brows, and he simply cut off his tongue.He took the knife from the table and walked over.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Mr. J looked at the other party with fear in his heart.

Rather than being tortured to death, he might as well just die and start the third week.This time, he had to find a way to escape from Arkham early, so as not to be targeted by this Mr. Todd.Presumably Batman will come to deal with each other sooner or later, and wait until the two of them clear up their love and hatred before showing up...

Show your face, since you escaped from prison, why don't you take Harley Quinn with you, let's go on a trip to the ends of the earth, whoever returns to Gotham is a pig!

But how can he commit suicide if he can't move his hands and feet?Bite your tongue and kill yourself?No, no, Mr. J felt that he was so cowardly, he definitely couldn't bear to hurt his lovely tongue, and what if he was rescued by Todd?

It would be better to let Todd kill himself, but the other party is determined to wait for Batman... Oh, wait, doesn't he have a wonderful skill?He thought he would never use it in his life.

Red Hood should be much higher level than him, otherwise he wouldn't be incapable of fighting back.

Without further ado, Mr. J took a [Tree Hole] skill and directly stuck it on the opponent's face.Seeing Todd shaking his head, he seemed a little confused, then he put the knife aside and sat next to him, his eyes were a little sad and irritable.

"He picked me up off the street, and I'll never be able to replace the golden boy."

"No matter how well I do and how much I want to surpass my predecessor Robin, in his heart, I will never be able to compare..." Even though it was a tree hole, Jason still did not disclose his name, and he had a very cautious personality.

"He is a champion of mathematics and computers, so I study hard, even though I prefer literature. He is a natural acrobat and can perform all kinds of difficult movements, so I train hard, he can do it , why can't I do it?"

Young man, you don't want to be like this. Other people's children are "Schrödinger's cats", and they are in the state of quantum physics. If you compare with such people who do not exist, what will be the result?

"But I will never be good enough, and I will always do wrong things." Jason's mood gradually became irritable. It should be that the intensification of [Tree Hole] skills triggered the negative effect of the resurrection pool, "Until I die, my death is against the bat. Heroes are optional."

"But I've been thinking, what if it's the golden boy? If you killed him, Bo... Batman will turn a blind eye and continue to let you live comfortably in Arkham, as if you are on vacation?"

Uh, that might be true. After all, the clown next door has killed Superman's wife and children. Isn't Batman still stopping Superman from killing him?It can only be said that this has nothing to do with personal emotions, but pure principles.

Mr. J is not good at judging whether Batman is right or wrong. After all, if it were him, the child he raised was tortured and killed, so there is nothing to say.Scum, come and accept justice!He will crush every bone of the murderer with his own hands, and then feed it to the dogs!

Ah bah, dogs don't even eat the bones of this kind of people, they might get mad dog disease.

However, Mr. J can understand Master Wayne's thoughts, because once many things are done, there is no turning back.Just like Superman, such a powerful alien can certainly kill people and even set rules for the world, but is this really the perfect ending?

As long as Yichao kills the first person, even if it is a person who deserves to die like a clown, he has crossed that line, and he will kill the second, third, fourth... until that line The line became more and more blurred, and even Billy was brainwashed to death when he said a wrong sentence.

Did the former Superman ever think that one day he would become like this?

It's not worth it to go to hell for someone like the clown, it's not worth it, boy.

"I will kill you, and those damned people, and completely wipe out the cancerous tumor in Gotham." Jason said viciously, "If the old bat wants to stop it, just come, I am no longer his follower, I can Help make Gotham better."

"If Batman stops you, he's not trying to save those criminals, he's trying to save you." Mr. J said calmly, "Of course, I'm on your side, because sometimes killing is not about revenge, but about protecting more people."

If the clown died, no one would be hurt by him from now on.

But the price of doing so was that Jason's soul would be stained with darkness.

You see, this is the difference between vigilante killings and legal executions. The former must personally bear the impact of such killings on the soul, while the latter is just a procedure.

The judge will not feel that he has murdered a person, nor will the prosecutor, and the staff who execute the death penalty are just doing things according to the order, and naturally they have no psychological burden. No one will destroy their own lives in order to eliminate scum.

"I remembered a fairy tale I heard before. Well, children's bedtime books. Hey, I quite like it." Mr. J said slowly: "It's a story about wizards, there is a big devil in it, very I like to kill people, and there is an evil magic in the wizarding world, which can preserve slices of souls to achieve eternal life."

"And how can you slice your soul? Then you have to kill someone. Because every time you kill someone, you will cut your soul. You see, this is a great metaphor. Killing never hurts others."

Mr. J looked at the frowning red hood, he was too young and full of vitality.

"Do you think that you are ready to split your soul?" Mr. J asked softly, "But even if you sacrifice your soul, what will you make of Gotham?"

"The clown...was never a person, it was just a mask."