[Comprehensive British and American] The richest man in the super British world

On the way home, Wade took out his mobile phone, hesitated for a long time, and dialed a number in the address book.

It took a long time to connect on the opposite side, and it was also very noisy there.

"Excuse me?" the person on the other end of the phone asked.

"Wade Black," he said, "Red, I have something to ask of you."

The person on the other side of the phone fell silent.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'm at the bar, go out and call you," Rhett said.This surprised Wade.He thought it was impossible for the other party's type to go to a bar.It seems that they haven't been in touch for a long time, and his former good friend has changed too much.The phone hung up, and after about 5 minutes, Wade's phone rang again, and he connected.

"I'm sorry, I haven't contacted you for so long, and now I call you to ask for help." He said.

Rhett's voice sounded a little helpless: "I didn't show any unhappiness."

"I'm just planning ahead so you won't be unhappy," Wade said.

"What?" Rhett said. "I'll help."

Reid is fine, so Wade still hasn't figured out why someone would tease him.He didn't even know what Wade asked him to help before he agreed.Wade breathed a sigh of relief, he was sure that this part of Rhett's memory was correct.

"I want you to check 'Pandora's Box' for me."

"What?" Rhett's voice sounded unbelievable, "Are you serious? What kind of Gotham antique smuggling case is this?"

"Red, that might sound a little ridiculous. But it's not one of those religious killer cases you deal with, with some spoofed fake Hallows to do some murderous bad thing... I mean the 'Pandora's Box' is the real Pandora,Greek The box that releases plagues and disasters in mythology. Please, the only person I can think of to help is you."

"Are you serious?"

"Super serious." Wade added.He heard a sound coming from the roof of the car, possibly falling snow.

"Well, although I don't know what has happened to your outlook on life after we haven't met in these years." Reid said, "But I will find someone to help you find out in this direction."

"Thank you." Wade sincerely said, "I will treat you to dinner another day. We should have met after so many years."

"Oh, Gordon and the others told me to go back. It's working hours. You don't need Shewade. You know I'm willing to help you anyway," Rhett said, his voice shaking, "Let's talk about it next time, I will Calling you."

"Do bars count as working hours?"

"For me it is." Dr. Reid said helplessly.

He hung up the phone.

……

Wade didn't respond. He kept hanging up the phone and asked, "Who are you from?"

The back of his head was pressed against something, most likely a crowbar.It rubbed against his ear.

"That's so sweet, isn't it, my little pudding?" Another girl's voice sounded, and the back seat moved. Obviously, the other girl threw herself on the person holding the crowbar and rubbed hard, "I'm going to be The conversation melts. They're so cute, aren't they? Who's on the phone?"

"Harry, the cute little thing is something to be caught and played with, just like the disobedient bird before. It's a pity, it's a pity, it becomes uncute in the back! However, it is barely satisfactory to us Works. Now here is a pet, let's think about how to play games with it, with candy or dessert!——Guess it!" The people behind Wade smiled and praised, using ice cold Something pressed against the back of his head, and the arc was so exaggerated that there was a creaking sound from his backrest.He leaned close to Wade, and there seemed to be waves of putrid breath, almost nauseating - like a corpse behind him.

Wade was disgusted by this feeling, he didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately lay down, dodged the crowbar, stepped on the gas pedal, opened the car door, and threw himself out.

Almost immediately, he fell into the grass, and was cut on the cheek by the weeds rushing in from the ground. The snow on the ground rubbed against his cheek, making the pain accompanied by a biting ice, but Wade held back and did not cry out.He didn't know when the clown couple got into his car, but the only thing he knew was that if he was taken away by them, the result would definitely not be good.

Wade saw the news in the newspaper that the Joker disappeared in Arkham Prison, taking the Harley Quinn along with him.These two supervillains are roaming Gotham, but no one can find a clue about them, and some people speculate that they left Gotham, which caused a certain degree of panic.But soon, they understood that the clown must still be somewhere in Gotham, because this evil city gave birth to them, and they would not leave here easily until Gotham was turned upside down.

Wade suspected that the reason why he was being targeted was because he dismantled the bomb he had carefully prepared, or maybe it was because he had gotten very close to superheroes recently.

"When the first robin left here, we were really sad." The clown said, he began to hum, and walked into the grass from the side of the road to search for Wade in a calm manner.

Wade hid himself deeper in the grass.His car sped out some distance, so his footsteps were still far away from Wade.This is the avenue from Gotham to Bluehaven. Maybe because it is Christmas, everyone is having dinner at home, so this section of the road is sparsely populated.But there was still a car passing by, and the truck driver slammed on the brakes to stop the car on the side of the road, and yelled at Harley Quinn, the clown girl who was walking in the middle: "What are you doing in the middle!—"

Wade could see Harry showing an exaggerated surprised smile and covering her mouth. Her makeup was exaggerated, with two ponytails of different colors on the left and right, and her appearance was gorgeous.When she walked towards the driver, although the latter felt a little weird, he was still attracted by her charming appearance.Harley Quinn walked up to him, stretched out her hand and stroked the driver's cheek with the back of her hand and said, "...Baby, use your car."

Before the driver could nod or shake his head, she turned his head suddenly and forcefully, turning his head 180 degrees neatly and neatly in just one click.Immediately, his body fell limply to the ground. Harry jumped off the spot with both feet, blinked mischievously, and took out the key from his jacket pocket. She leaned over and kissed the poor man's head, and stood up happily Said: "Thank you, I will take good care of your car."

She climbed into the car, waved to the clown, and smiled brightly: "Little pudding! Let's drive over the grass, so that he won't be afraid of running away!—"

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Wade suddenly stood up.Because the clown was already very close to him, he seized this opportunity, no longer hesitated, and suddenly stepped forward to overturn the clown.His close combat is not his strong point, but his advantage is that he has a pistol.As if giving up struggling, the clown grinned and let Wade hold his arm.Because of the excessive force, his gun almost squeezed on the clown's facial features that were so crowded with paint that the face could hardly be seen clearly. The color contrasted sharply with the white snow on the ground.

"Tell her to go away!—" Wade said sternly, "Also, what's your purpose?"

The clown just laughed, and Wade, who moved a lot, could hardly suppress it.

"Christmas, I miss you all." He said aggrieved artificially, "No one plays with us, it's too boring."

Wade hit him in the face with the butt of his gun: "Hurry up!"

The clown didn't stop laughing, he wriggled under Wade's hands, and finally squeezed his temples to face the muzzle of his gun, and then stopped in satisfaction.

"Shoot!" He giggled, "It's fun! Don't you want to try it?"

Wade held back his emotions.A voice said to him: It was so easy because he was sure he didn't dare to shoot.If Wade had fired the shot, Jason, or Dick, would have had a lot less pressure.Killing a super criminal doesn't bother one's conscience, especially since he's already punished so many...

Has he ever punished the wicked?

Wade was in a trance, he couldn't believe that this sentence appeared out of thin air in his mind, like a light snowfall, the chill penetrated him.

Could this be another memory lapse?

When Wade first woke up on the banks of the Styx, he thought he was living in Los Angeles.But when he passed by, he couldn't find the location of his home at all, and he had lost his memory.

"...The people who hang out with the old bat are all the same, just like the cute birds he taught!" The clown said in a super disappointed tone, "I'm going to get tired of it, but I'm still looking forward to you It's been a long time."

The next moment, Wade heard the wind from the back of his head, and he reacted, but it was too late, he was hit by the bat.This bludgeoning blow made him lose his ability to react almost immediately, his brain buzzed, followed by another blow, this time he finally fell into the darkness, and plunged into the snow powerlessly.

Harley the Harley backed away behind him, put the bat on her shoulders, and pouted: "I'm so disappointed, he didn't notice me at all."

The clown stood up from the ground, and he patted Harry on the shoulder comfortingly: "I'll give you more fun later."

Then, he took Wade's arm and dragged him out, leaving a winding bloody trail in the snow, Wade was bleeding from the back of his head, and he started humming again: "Merry Christmas! To Christmas We wish you a Merry Christmas, a white Christmas, and peace and happiness always with you!—”

Harry followed behind him, coquettishly saying, "I'm going to write a greeting card to that Robin who is flying solo, and ask him if he's going to be good this year! Did he miss us? It's really cruel, I haven't returned to Gotham for so long."

"Of course, my Harley. Don't forget to write it's a festive greeting from the Joker, Harley Quinn. Oh, remember, use a red crayon, my favorite one."

"Okay, love you, little pudding." Harry kissed the clown on the cheek.

They walked up to the truck, and Halle kicked off the driver's body and climbed into the passenger seat.The clown put Wade in the back seat, straightened him up, and admired him.Then he came to his main driver, humming a mess of nursery rhymes.

"I want some music." Harley the Harley pouted and turned on the car music, and then she said pleasantly, "It's Merry Christmas!——This is really the best holiday!"