[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is also looking for a job today

Dinghua Nightclub is a typical medieval style building, the windows, doors and arcades are all semicircular arched structures.The large and small columns in the middle hall are arranged rhythmically alternately, and the dark red is the main color of the whole room, which looks mysterious and majestic.

Ede walked along the road, and many guests were slumped on the soft red sofas of the nightclub. If Ede knew anything about Gotham, he would find that many faces would appear in the Gotham news during the day.But at the Dinghua Nightclub, guests can take off their upper-class coat in a grand manner and satisfy all their desires. The enchanting and enthusiastic bunny girls whisper in the ears of the guests, as if they are treating the most intimate lover.

Passing through the guests to the stage, a man in a hat plays with a pen in his hand.After seeing Yide and others approaching, he stood up without losing his grace, stretched out his right hand, and said politely and respectfully to the clown, "Long time no see, Joe."

When he raised his head, Ide saw that he had a typical Italian man's face, with a slightly broad face, three-dimensional and deep eye sockets, and brown-black hair combed obediently behind his head.This Italian man looks over forty years old, but when he looks at you, you can clearly feel the sincerity in his eyes.

Booker Kazapa, the head of the Top Flower Nightclub, has been in Gotham this year. It can be said that the wind and the rain are like rain; because behind him stands Gotham's all-powerful gangster tycoon, Penguin.

An inspirational Gotham man, from the bottom of the horse boy to the current second in command, Booker relies on his talent for assessing the situation.Before the clown became famous, he firmly believed that the clown was a big man who could shake Gotham.

Booker followed the clown diligently like a dog. He would kill whoever the clown asked him to do, and he would do whatever the clown asked him to do. He even saved the clown's life once, although he didn't know that the clown was there. not give a damn about.

Booker also quickly got what he wanted, money, fame, and all the women who looked down on him before all knelt at his feet.But then, he gradually felt fear.

One night, the clown walked up to a house on a whim, knocked on the door, and a little girl opened the door.The little girl tilted her head innocently and looked at the clown, thinking it was some kind of amusement park activity.Then, a gray-haired couple walked over from the living room... and then, nothing more.

That night, the Joker was sleeping soundly in the blood-stained house, and Booker sat on the ground next to him.He held his head tightly, he didn't understand the clown's thoughts, he didn't understand the clown's behavior, he didn't understand anything.

What made Booker afraid of the clown was not that he killed the happy and sweet family, but that all the clown's actions were traceless.The clown who had negotiated a good deal suddenly took out his gun and killed everyone after shaking hands with others; he often killed those subordinates who were willing to follow them for some inexplicable reasons...

As in tonight's case, does the clown kill for unhappiness or pleasure?No one can understand, he is a mess, his emotions are like the weather, you think the sun is shining ahead, but it may just be the calm before the storm.

Booker thought it was ridiculous that he wanted to share a share with the clown. He didn't know why the clown hadn't killed him. It wasn't because he had saved the clown once, maybe the clown didn't find it fun to kill him.

want to run.

Want to leave the clown.

The farther the better.

But Booker didn't dare to run away, and stayed beside the clown tremblingly.But God loves him very much. Not long after he took down the Dinghua Nightclub, the clown was arrested, and the Dinghua Nightclub became the last gift the clown left for him.

Booker was ecstatic about the Joker's capture, and secretly praised Batman countless times-until he learned that Batman didn't kill the Joker, but threw him into the Arkham Asylum, he almost roared, the fact He also cursed out like that.

But Booker without the Joker, who would buy him?The clever Booker immediately hugged the Penguin's thigh, and he offered the top flower nightclub to the Penguin devoutly and obediently.Look, even though he is not the real owner of Dinghua Nightclub, what's wrong with being the second in command?No matter how much money you have, you have to spend your life.

After knowing that the clown had escaped from prison, he was terrified for two days.However, Booker is not the same boy who used to carry the shoes of the clown.He has a lot of bodyguards, a lot of weapons, and the clown?nothing.

Booker was not stupid enough not to be wary of the clown. After a friendly handshake, a bodyguard came forward to check the three of them with tools, and confiscated the blade in Harley's pantyhose and the gun under her skirt.

The clown's face with heavy makeup shows no joy or anger, and the reunion of old friends is nothing like women.Ede and Harley were invited to sit down at the bar, leaving Joker and Booker to catch up at the round table.

"Ma'am, what do you need?"

"Martini," Harry said to the bartender in a weak drawl.

"Ice Coke."

Harry glanced at Ide with disdain, "Good boy."

Waiting is boring, at least for Harry.The blue-eyed clown girl looked sadly at her lover not far away, and muttered while lying on the table.After 10 minutes, Harry supported his head and started chatting with Ed.

"What have you been doing, little Ed?"

Ede honestly briefly talked about his discharge from the hospital and his entry into the museum.

Harley was extremely envious of Ede and the clown in escaping from prison together, and she said aggrievedly: I only escaped with Pudding once.In this regard, Eide friendly comforted that you still have a chance in the future.

It can be seen that Harley is puzzled as to why Ede wants to work honestly, "Those people in high-rise buildings are ridiculous. They are bound by rules, rules of society, and even rules imposed by themselves. People in the Gate Prison and Arkham Mental Asylum are in prison, but they don’t know that they are staying in the biggest cell, and they can’t escape!”

Before Ide could reply, Harry saw the clown and Mr. Booker stand up from the corner of the eye, and the conversation seemed to be coming to an end.

They all seemed to be in a good mood, and the wine in the glass was almost empty.Booker blushed slightly, and said to the clown: "In any case, I respect you very much, so let me express my gratitude to you."

After all, he snapped his fingers.A woman in a one-shoulder black tight dress hurriedly walked over and opened a silver suitcase on the table. The rows of dollars inside were fascinating.

Booker smiled reservedly at the clown, and the clown on the other side seemed to be very cooperative, and his voice became sweeter and sweeter, "You... how can I repay you. My loyal friend, come~ let us Hug."

This scene of friendship at Dinghua Nightclub seemed extremely moving. Amid the attention of everyone, the green-haired clown in a purple suit opened his arms and hugged Booker hard.

blood.

The spurted blood splashed directly to the ceiling, covering half of the clown's face.

No one could see what was happening, but Booker Kasapa's neck was like—like a black mark suddenly appeared on the white wall, and then it was covered with red paint.Booker touched his neck with trembling hands, and slowly collapsed on the chair. Blood spurted out from his fingers continuously. A flash of the family of three that the clown killed that night flashed in his head...

Before he completely lost consciousness, Booker thought dully: I obviously checked...how could there be weapons...

The man's eyes slowly turned to the clown's right hand, and at some point the leather glove on his hand was taken off - the clown's right hand was stuck with countless pieces of broken glass.