The correct way to attack the villain

The villains quickly calmed down from the initial panic. In the center of the huge semi-circular stage: the clown propped his hands on the podium, and the lights gradually lit up around him, so that people could finally see clearly the suit that was no longer cheap on him. , he spoke again.

"It's an exciting day, after today, when we all go our separate ways and finally get to do our own big things, and put our fists in the faces of those superheroes and tell them we've put up with it for too long, even if it's red The skeleton has been caught, Lex Luthor is missing, Hydra is not as good as it used to be, and the Illuminati has started to behave with its tail between its legs, so what? It's time to swear to them the sovereignty of our territory."

"—I guess that's what everybody has in mind?"

The clown lowers his voice, it's not that crazy tone, like it's really just a normal graduation speech, until he changes the subject-

"Go and make your dreams, just rely on you?"

"Who can you beat?"

The audience was quiet for a moment, and then, like a frying pan dripping with cold water, it exploded.

Some people felt that they were underestimated, raised their eyebrows angrily, and just planned to fight back, but the clown on the stage controlled the rhythm too precisely. Peel to the ground.

With a bang, the man swallowed the words before he could speak them out.

"I didn't come to argue with you."

The eagle-headed cane hit the ground one after another. The second-generation clown came forward from behind the podium. He let go of his hand, and the cane stood firmly beside him, and then bowed very gentlemanly.

"I'm here to work with you."

The scoundrels who had been angry from embarrassment and held back their anger from just now were stunned for a moment, and one of them said: "Cooperation? How do you want to cooperate?"

The second-generation clown straightened up: "It's very simple, we need to merge into one organization again, instead of running around like headless chickens after losing your leader."

Obviously, there are bad guys who have made such an idea a long time ago, and there may even be some people secretly forming a gang, the most obvious one is the group of mutant villains in Los Angeles standing at the door, and the leader of the small mutant gang, a The Nile crocodile mutant with tattoos all over his body, his skin covered with bumps like a crocodile, and at least two meters tall also asked the question he was most concerned about: "Who is the boss of that organization?"

The second-generation clown grinned: "What a good question, we can choose someone to be our number one seed right now."

He picked up his cane again and looked around. The villains immediately subconsciously held their breath, and some subconsciously straightened their backs.

"Of course a capable person is like this." The clown dragged his cane, and his tone was as slow as his pace, "Excellent ability, no one will obey anyone, everyone thinks they are superior, and everyone thinks they are not afraid of anyone."

He walked from the center of the stage to the front: "So, who is the boss?"

Then, he paused word by word, resoundingly.

"I am the boss."

There was a moment of dead silence in the entire lecture hall, and then, about three seconds later.

An unprecedented burst of laughter broke out.

They looked at the clown on the stage as if they were watching a big joke, as if they were watching an arrogant and unscrupulous duck, and laughed and said, "Boss? Yes, that's right, you are the boss, the boss of the mental hospital." , this is definitely the most indisputable fact of the year.”

"I really want to pry open the brain of this anti-social psychopath to see what kind of dreams he is having all day long."

"So are you kidding me? Who would be boss with a clown in a circus? If you knew your self, what would you do with anything other than a few toy pistols?"

The second-generation clown stood on the stage without saying a word, and the voices of ridicule immediately intensified, as if it was contagious. Except for the Gotham villains, everyone else began to boo unscrupulously when they found an opportunity.

"Recognize yourself. Your adoptive father thought he was invincible when he stayed in Gotham, but he was blown to ashes as soon as he left Gotham. And you, you are just like your adoptive father."

"No one welcomes you, whether it's the superhero side or here. I suggest you see a therapist first."

"A tiger doesn't think a cat is the boss."

The group of mutants standing at the door laughed extremely arrogantly. Obviously, they didn't think that this person who didn't even have superpowers could pose much threat to them. Maybe he was frightening in Gotham, but so what Sample?

This is not Gotham, there is a Batrider who always adheres to the principle of not killing people.

The White Queen who had been standing under the stage finally raised her eyes.

This scene is not unfamiliar to her.

A scene of a clown in a suit, green hair, and heavy makeup giving a speech on stage, the last time I saw this, she hadn't been recruited by Magneto into the fraternity, or the Massachusetts State Police Academy, focusing on fighting against Professor X the principal.Then the clown, notorious to superheroes and criminals alike, approached them and gave a speech in her school's auditorium.

She always remembered his opening words.

"I can use many ways to force you to cooperate with me, and you can also respond to me with a nonchalant face like now, but always remember."

"In front of a real madman, fear is your way of showing grace."

She had to admit that it was an extremely deceptive speech, and the glib clown made a blank check that everyone could understand, asking them to fight against a group of super powerful alien forces , and she was inexplicably persuaded.Afterwards, they were defeated and suffered heavy losses. She wanted to go to Gotham to find the clown to settle the score.

What he got was the news that the clown had been killed by the bomb.

The White Queen looked to the center of the stage, the clown who was exactly like his adoptive father.

What he will say, she is all ears.

As if he had finally heard enough of the bad news, the second-generation clown picked out his ears with a dull expression, and said cooperatively: "Of course the tiger will not recognize the cat as the boss, because before that—"

"They've been trained by circus clowns to slip through rings of fire for a piece of meat."

As he spoke, he grinned and pulled open his suit shirt.

In just a second, the audience was completely silent, because everyone could clearly see that the clown's suit shirt was full of clothes, each with the obvious Stark logo engraved on it——

Liquid solid bomb.

The second-generation clown clasped the five tabs with five fingers, and pulled them out with a smile.

The pull rings collided together and made a crisp metallic sound. The sound was not loud, but it entered everyone's brain clearly. The villains gasped and subconsciously leaned back.

The leader of the small mutant group sneered: "Although you blow yourself to pieces, don't think that five bombs can do anything to us."

The second-generation clown was very straightforward: "Then we might as well try."

"The piano is Christopher's art," he said, pulling off the tab quickly and without hesitation, "and the explosion is mine."

The scene suddenly fell into chaos, someone screamed, someone squatted under the chair, someone ran to the door desperately, even the tall crocodile mutant was startled by the other party's sudden move and took a big step back.

However, the next moment, he showed an expression of embarrassment that turned into anger.

Because in the center of the stage, after pulling down the buckle, the five bombs did explode. They exploded five beautiful ribbon flowers, and five Q-version clown heads with different expressions popped out. The second-generation clown laughed wantonly The sound made his eyes red with anger.

The crocodile mutant said word by word: "Joker!"

He clenched his fists and was about to rush up and smash the man who dared to play him twice, but the White Queen, who had been watching from the sidelines, came onto the stage at this moment and stood in the corner of the stage: "I want to fight you!" Hi, there's a graduation ceremony here."

The crocodile mutant could only stand where he was, glaring fiercely at the clown on the stage: "If you dare to play tricks on me again, I will break your slender neck at any time."

"Just try it if you don't believe me, you bastard who hides behind women!"

The second-generation clown clapped his hands, and when everyone realized the prank just now and was about to show angry expressions, he opened his arms, and the scarlet curtain behind him slowly opened.

All the villains in the hall can swear to God.

This is a day they will never forget, because at a certain moment, the scythe of death has quietly put on their necks.

Behind that curtain—

It is comparable in size to the national army, with layers of honeycomb muzzles.

Countless muzzles began to accumulate energy, and in the blink of an eye, the dimly lit lecture hall was illuminated like daylight. They didn't even know what was hidden behind the muzzles, only the second-generation clown standing at the front of the stage Just like a band conductor, with a calm wave of his arm, a bolt of lightning from the [-]/[-]th gun muzzle shot overhead, easily blasting the ceiling of the lecture hall, and even the debris was turned into dust.

The clown narrowed his eyes, provocation written all over his face.

"Come on, bastard."

No one spoke.

At this moment, the crocodile mutant seemed to have lost his vocal cords, and even his expression became dull.

But it's not over yet.

On the completely shattered ceiling, a shadow shrouded, not only the lecture hall, but the entire Abyss College, and even the entire Little Paradise Bay were caged in this huge black shadow. The turbine sucked away the oxygen while hovering, and even breathing became Scoring is extremely difficult.

A mechanical electronic voice came down clearly: "Huberian is always on standby."

"Welcome Captain, come to the bridge."

The strong wind blew away the second-generation clown's suit, and he smiled arrogantly facing everyone.

"Those who disagree can raise their hands. Now, tell me."

"Who's-the-boss?"