The correct way to attack the villain

Article No. 15 of the Abyss Alliance's self-cultivation code.

——The face of a bad guy will never have the word "bad guy" written on it.

……

At that time, Jack hadn't turned into a clown, he was just a man whose career had failed. In order to let his wife and the child who was still pregnant live a good life, he was bewitched by a group of villains and prepared to do a big bad thing.

It's dangerous, he may die because of it, but at the same time, they will pay his wife enough for her to bring their son up safely and live a lifetime of prosperity.

That's enough.

He planned to tell his wife that he was away on business with his brother and was on his way home.

He found the poor little boy when passing by the Gotham docks.

A seven-year-old boy, he had to look down to see his head clearly, his brown hair was messy and curled up in various shapes, and he was dressed in clothes like a rag. A life where everyone will cry for it, but no one will lend a helping hand.

The blue eyes are as bright as the angels carved on the church.

He said, "Give me a piece of bread, sir. My sister is dying of starvation."

At the same time, something hard hit his lower back.

No one knew what that was better than Jack—

a gun.

The safety catch was pulled, and the bullet was loaded.

It wasn't that he found the little boy, but the little boy found him.And from the tone of his voice, he was a habitual offender who was used to this kind of thing.

I don't know if it's because the person in front of him is too small to make him feel threatened at all, or because his brain has been so excited that he can't feel fear since he took the task.

Jack thought he might be crazy.

"I also have a baby, but he is still in his mother's womb. The doctor said it was a boy, but I actually prefer a girl."

After Jack finished speaking, the muzzle of the gun on his waist didn't seem to let go in the slightest.

He raised the corners of his mouth and showed an exaggerated smile, and then took out the wallet from his pocket, which contained the deposits given to him by those villains. banknote.

Then he took out one of those banknotes and handed it to the little boy: "This is enough for you to buy a hundred white breads, and maybe the change will allow you to sit there and order a cup of coffee and a stack of croissants. enjoy the Gotham morning light in our bakery."

The man's actions seemed unexpected to the little boy. He stared blankly at the banknote in Jack's hand, but did not move.

He didn't even show a greedy expression because of the stack of banknotes.

Poor little guy, being treated so cruelly by life, he would panic when someone showed even a little kindness.

His future children will not be like this. He will probably take a large sum of money his father earned with his life, wear the best clothes, go to the best schools, and live the best life.

Jack thought so, comparing a poor homeless child with his own child's beautiful future life, this distorted comparison made him realize once again how great and selfless his father's love is.

Half a minute later, the little boy snatched his money and said in a low voice: "Wait a minute"

Then he retracted the pistol, tucked it into his lower back, and sprinted into the nearest bakery.

Jack didn't know what he was up to, nor was he interested in knowing.After watching the little boy enter the bakery, he turned around, took his small broken car parked by the pier and drove home.

After the car drove a certain distance, he saw the little boy coming out.

He carried a large plastic bag on his back, which contained at least fifty white breads.He ran back to where Jack was standing, but there was no Jack there.The little boy stood there for a moment, holding the change of the banknote in his hand, and began to look around.

Not far away, Jack, who had been looking in the rearview mirror, sneered.

At this time, many people in Gotham were laid off, many people were unemployed, and many people became homeless vagabonds after having no financial resources.

A little tramp is carrying such a big sack of white bread.

Isn't he afraid of being robbed?

A child is a child.Even with a gun, he's still a kid.

In Gotham, some people dare to rob a bank with a fruit knife.

He has a gun and all he wants is a sack of bread.

……

Jack told his wife about the plan, and then he lay on his wife's lap and listened to the heartbeat in her stomach, which belonged to his wife and his child.

He's Jack's kid.

In the past, his action was more about asking for forgiveness and self-salvation, every time he lost his temper with his wife when he failed at work.But now, it's different.

She, they will have money, a lot of money.

Three hours later, he met the gang in a tavern.

Perhaps misfortune had crept in on his choices when Jack put on a suit, tie, and disguised as a red cape as they asked, and Jack did so.

His wife died.

"I'm sorry, sir, but your wife had an accident this morning. Apparently she got electrocuted while testing the bottle warmer, and by the time we found her she had been, uh—"

"Missing vital signs, sir."

The officer found Jack before he acted, and told him so.

Jack stood where he was, and after a long silence, asked him, "What?"

"She passed away, sir. I'm sorry."

Jack didn't know how he got back to the tavern.

"Listen, brother, I'm sorry to hear of your wife's death, but we're going to act tonight, we're going to do something big, and no one can quit at a time like this without missing a limb of."

"The plan is to act as usual tonight. If you dare not come, you will die."

So, that night, Jack, who was forced to disguise himself as a red cloak and put on a stupid red-wrapped helmet, invaded the chemical plant together with two villains.

However, due to a misjudgment, they alerted the guards of the factory before they started to act.

Two gangsters were shot dead, and Jack jumped off the pool of the chemical plant in order to survive under the hail of bullets from the gangsters.

In an instant, the pungent smell permeated the whole body, pouring in from the gap of the hood, the scalp, eyes, skin, everything hurt like being burned.

He struggled with the current to the Gotham Docks, it hurt so much, he had to take off the red hood, he had to take it off to—

His vision suddenly became brighter. It was raining in Gotham, and the neon lights shone on the puddles. He saw the reflection in the puddles.

--visible.

The original face was transformed by chemicals, the skin became pale, and the lips became blood red.

He was completely insane.

A couple passing by on the side of the road saw him and seemed to laugh strangely because of his funny dress and clown-like face.

Jack slowly got up, looked at the backs of the couple, took out the self-defense pistol, and pointed it at them.

But he dared not pull the trigger.

Until he heard three clear gunshots not far from the pier.

He suddenly took off his cloak and threw it aside, and ran towards the source of the gunfire with all his strength.

It was an abandoned warehouse, and outside the warehouse, there were white bread scattered all over the place.

The little boy with blue eyes like angels stood there, the gun in his hand was still smoking, and in front of him lay the corpses of three adult homeless men, and behind him, there was a big hole in the head, trickling Drenched in blood and brains, the little girl lay motionless on the ground.

The rain washed away the smell of blood, and the boy found the man. He put down the gun slowly, walked up to Jack in the rain, took out the crumpled banknotes soaked by the rain from his pocket, and said to the man, "Sir, morning Give me the change, and give it back to you."

Jack pointed to his face: "I've become like this, you still recognize me?"

The boy said again: "Please, save my sister."

Jack looked at the girl and grinned: "She passed away, Mr. Little. It's a pity."

The boy could not accept this fact, although he already knew it in his heart.The only three pistols in his hand that had been used up fell to the ground, splashing water.

He lay on the man's suit and howled.

The three homeless men slithered to Jack's feet, bleeding from bullet wounds.

Probably from this moment on, Jack had a crazy idea.

"what's your name?"

"Song Mo."

"follow me."

The boy was silent for a long time, then nodded before the police were drawn by gunfire.

"it is good."

The author has something to say: The origin of the old clown is the origin of the deadly joke in the comics, right?