[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

No one in Gotham doesn't know the Joker.

Just like no one in Gotham doesn't know Batman.

He does not belong to any faction in Gotham, nor does he occupy any territory in Gotham.Compared with gangsters like Penguin and Black Mask, his status is not even as good as the gangsters who guard the hall.

But everyone fears him.

He has a high-profile and perverse style of acting, and his temper is eccentric and moody.When he committed a crime—everyone believed that it was no longer the category of "committing a crime", he was simply committing a terrorist attack.

The nasty Gotham bombing five years ago—according to Gotham government statistics, the direct death toll was 5, and about 3787 people died in the next two weeks.

Joe Ward's parents were among them.

During the worst period of Joward's post-traumatic stress, he would dream of this face almost every night: this pale, distorted, slightly convulsed face, projected on every screen in Gotham, grinning and saying "Gothamis burning!"

Psychoanalysis going back to childhood will never work for such a person.

Some people are born evil and just want to see the world burn.

After changing the ammunition, Joe Ward leaned out the door again and held the gun flat.

His heartbeat has never been so steady.

Because he knows-

If he's going to kill in this life, this man will only be a clown.

Joe Ward: "2-3, can you automatically heal? From now on, once my injury level exceeds 50%, heal me immediately?"

System: "Generally not. The subsystem has fixed program settings, and it can only execute a single command from the host."

Joward: "But you can."

System: "Yes. 2-3 can do it for you."

When the system broke through the limit again and modified the code, he used his shoulder to "bang" the door panel of the bunker, fully exposing himself to the opponent's field of vision, and at the same time raised his gun to aim at the back of the bunker where the clown was before——

nobody.

There was only a pool of blood on the ground.

Joward retreated breathlessly behind the door.

He has no more combat experience than Little Spider, and the experimental base is a site familiar to the clown.He considered for a second, and decided to follow the numb "flock" and evacuate to the ground first.

When he shot just now, most of the people in the base had already pulled out one by one; now there are dozens of people left in the room, and when he dealt with the clown, he didn't have time to connect them in the long line.

Joward whispered: "You have to leave too, please hurry up."

No one moved.

These people have no expression, only insensitive eyes.

Joe Ward fired a shot in the air!

Joward: "Please leave. Now."

People were shocked in place by the bombing, and finally Ken started to move.

The system reported the mission progress to him: "Host, 324 people have arrived on the ground so far. Your mission progress is: 324/1489."

Joward suddenly remembered something: "Does the clown count as the mission target I want to save? - Well, if I didn't ask, I don't mind deducting 100 points."

System: "He does not belong to the 'flock', host."

Joe Ward stood by the door with a gun in his hand, while guarding against clowns who might come out from any corner of the room, while cutting the backs of this group of tortured people.

He was still doing the work of connecting the hands of the latter person to the hem of the previous one, and when he reached the third from the bottom, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye - the hands of the next person were dry and pale.

As soon as his scalp exploded, he immediately took a step back, pulled the bolt and fired!

Clown: "Oh - sharp little madman ~~ Soooooooofunny -"

He dodged the shot with a ghostly side step, and then rushed forward!

Before Qiao Ward could hit the second shot, he heard the system urgently say in his mind: "Healing is complete, remaining points: 59!"

He staggered back a few steps on the narrow iron platform outside the door.Even the excruciating pain that remained in the memory of his body came after he realized it. A wave of damp heat spread from his chest and back at the same time, soaking through the bulletproof vest on his body.

He had just been stabbed in the heart by Gotham's most vicious criminal.

And he didn't even see what weapon the clown was holding!

Two thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning:

Once approached by the clown, his chances are almost zero.

Systematic treatment is his only chance to fight back!

Joward pretended to be holding his chest, and fell backwards on the railing of the iron platform; the clown was playing with his butterfly knife, like a schoolboy with one hand behind his back, bouncing towards him Come.

It is estimated that he thought that by stabbing Joward in the heart, he had already won.

Joward bowed his head, panting, eyes fixed on the ground.The other hand was tightly hooked on the trigger of the shotgun.

He was waiting, waiting for the clown to get over the door frame and come within three steps of him.At this distance, unless he was wearing Iron Man's armor, the powerful shotgun would surely break more than five of his ribs.

The sound of bouncing footsteps suddenly stopped.

Clown: "Um. No. No. No. No no no no."

He jumped back.

Clown: "I smell—a little bit. A little trap."

Joe Ward grabbed the gun and shot him straight in the head!

The shot was fired very quickly, and the recoil almost dislocated his arm; the clown flew backwards like a sandbag being hit, and fell to the ground with a slap.

Joward stood up, reloading with difficulty with recoil-shaking hands.

When he lowered his head while reloading, he saw a black clown card hidden in the cuff of his left hand at some point.

Joward's pupils shrank——

His left arm, and the mechanical watch on his left hand, which can control the hamster ball, were blown to pieces!

Blood gushes out like a fountain.

System: "Healing completed, remaining points: 29."

That moment of shattering seemed to be all an illusion.In the next second, his hand was still in the shattered cuff, the palm and back were covered with blood and minced meat, and the watch was hanging in pieces on his wrist.

Joe Ward looked at his hand, and then at the clown lying on the ground.

The clown's chest was rising and falling at a fast pace.

That was the result of him trying to hold back a laugh.

Now, he knew what kind of monster Batman's sworn enemy was.

The first shot failed to kill the Joker, and now he has no chance of winning.

He belonged to the side of himself before the age of 17, who had never been trained like an innocent lamb, and was screaming in his head, calling for him to trade his life for his life, and even if he died here today, he would never let him die. The enemy who killed his parents has another chance to appear on the ground;

And he belongs to the 17-year-old, a part belongs to Hannibal in the abyss, and a part belongs to the Chaoying self who was born in the light. He is required to make a clear choice at this moment.

"You have more important tasks. If you are going to die, die after the task is completed."

That self said to him calmly, rationally, almost coldly.

The clown grinned and sat up from the ground:

"I'm sorry~~ I broke your favorite watch that Daddy gave you~~~"

As he sat up, his face fell off and landed on his lap.

Clown: "Oh. I nailed my face so hard you knocked it off. Bad boy. Bad boy."

When he nailed his face and raised his head again, he found that the little lunatic who was so angry when he came up suddenly didn't plan to play with him anymore.

The dark-haired youth clearly has priorities.Gun in one hand now, he followed the slow-moving crowd back up the stairs.

The clown sat on the ground shaking his legs like a child who couldn't eat candy: "Don't go—"

He said don't go, and threw small colored balls all over the ground with a wave of his hand.The small colored ball rolled twice on the iron platform, and released an ominous green mist with a "chuck".

Joe Ward put his gun on the back of the last person on the stairs: "Go!"

Under the threat of being shot, the numb people finally began to push in a panic.They jostle and jostle, stepping on the heels of those in front of them, until at last they all start running up the stairs.

In the green mist, the clown's voice was indistinct: "Oh, look at my memory—so, how does it feel to save the same kind? Little lamb?"

Joward was stunned for a moment, and the gun in his hand was dismantled like building blocks.

The Joker treats him as easily as he did Hugo—no, he’s tough on Hugo—disarming his gun the first time, knocking off his gas mask with the second.

Joe Ward immediately began to feel weak on the soles of his feet.

System: "Detect the host's injury degree: 38%, can't be treated - host, please leave the dangerous environment immediately!"

The clown was giggling in the mist, grabbing his forehead hair with one hand, muttering with bright red lips: "Look at these beautiful, beautiful, beautiful blue eyes—"

The system sensed something terrible about to happen: "Host!"

The voice of his host in his head was extremely calm at the moment: "Once it exceeds 50%, heal me immediately."

The clown raised his knife and dropped it.

Joward's right eye went black.

All his energy at the moment was on the scalpel in his pocket.At this moment, the adrenaline made his muscles throb, and he didn't even feel any pain.

System: "Healing completed, remaining points: 14!"

The sharp scalpel in his hand penetrated along the clown's neckline, and then cut horizontally without hesitation.

Warm liquid sprayed all over his head and face.

System: "A deadly toxin was detected, and the host's single injury rate exceeded 70%! The treatment is complete, and the remaining points: 4!"

The sharp laughter was so close that it almost shattered his eardrums.

Joker: "Ah... awesome. I bet I'd love to play with you without Batman, little maniac..."

He clutched his bloody throat, laughed and stepped back, then climbed over the iron bars of the iron platform, and fell straight into the abyss.

Joward listened attentively, but did not hear the sound of landing.

Maybe it fell to a very deep place in the ground.

The green poisonous mist is still spreading.

He fell on the stairs, crawled slowly, and retrieved his gas mask.

He lay on the ground for a while, got up, and continued to drive the crowd away, letting them speed up towards the exit.

While walking in the tunnel, he suddenly said to the system: "They are right, I am indeed abnormal."

System: "Don't understand host 'normal'. Who are 'they'?"

Joe Ward said nothing more.

He lifted out the last mission objective, the secret door leading to the roller coaster tunnel.

Then he sat on the pile of naked tent fabric, drenched in the cold rain, and stared blankly for a long time.

The author has something to say: Bear with me, little cuties!The next chapter is the embrace of the master!The next chapter is about the big muscles who want to change the ball and can't go back!

ps The next appearance of Mr. Chou is for the second team, don't worry 8