[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

Tang Xuening felt that if there was anything special in this world, it must be lunatics and criminals.

Absolutely guarantee that the quantity is large and the tube is full, and the distribution is wide and on call.

Whether you are on the street, in a store, or in the apartment you live in, you can always see them easily.

And the guy right in front of her right now is the best of them all

— because he was both a criminal and a madman.

Yes, the guy with sickly pale skin and short green hair, wearing a purple suit with a fake flower on his chest, walking around with exaggerated movements is called a clown.

Even if the girl has only been through for two days, she is already a super criminal who is famous for her.

Surrounded by two accomplices in cartoon Muppet costumes but armed with submachine guns, the clown walks back and forth in front of a group of lucky hostages with an eerie smile on his face.

The hostages who are still standing here are all lucky, and the unlucky ones are now corpses.

And a little farther away, the entrance of the commercial center has been made a simple bunker by these "cartoon gangsters" with various sundries, and they are fighting fiercely with the police outside the gate with semi-automatic rifles//guns.

Or maybe they're throwing the cops all over the street—the police car body doesn't stop military rifle bullets at all, so it's better than paper.

But unlike the gangsters, the police have an endless supply of backup, and relying on their numbers and terrain advantages, they are enough to overwhelm the gangsters and prevent them from rushing out.

On the whole, the scene is gradually developing from a stalemate to a direction that favors the police.

The heroic policemen successfully blocked the clown's retreat path, so the service staff and customers who were on the scene before they had time to escape were out of luck.

"Well, now, it's game time~"

As if he didn't notice the gun battle close at hand, ignoring his subordinates who were shot down from time to time, the clown tilted his head and made a declaration to the hostages:

"The name of the game is Russian Roulette, and the winner has a chance to survive~"

Upon hearing the news, almost everyone's faces turned pale.

——Almost everyone in Gotham knows that the "game" of the clown has always been known for its strange rules, traps and life-threatening. ——

"Okay, the rules are like this, let's find two people to stand face to face..."

The clown pulled out his hand//gun and shook it, but before he could finish speaking, he seemed to frown in distress and changed his mind:

"...Okay, this is too slow, so let's stand in a row of six people, and then..."

The cartoon thugs' followers roughly took six hostages and lined them up all the way.

then

"Bam! Boom! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!"

Accompanied by six gunshots, there was the sound of six people falling to the ground.

——Except for the first one who passed out after being frightened by the national flag and fireworks flying out of the gun (Note 1), the other five had a fist-sized hole on their foreheads. ——

"Uh...sorry, I forgot I can't play Russian/roulette with this gun."

Scratching his own head, the clown showed a slightly apologetic smile at the five people who fell in a pool of blood, and then shot the first hostage who passed out before laughing loudly:

"Because it uses magazines~hahahahahahahaha--why my hand//gun can't play Russian roulette/disc/gamble, because it uses magazines~hahahahahaha..."

"Has he always been like this?"

Amongst a group of trembling hostages, there was one person who was whispering to the people around him:

"Hey, I'm asking you something!"

"Shh... don't let him notice us, we're dead if he notices us!"

The pale-faced Angela knew that Tang Xuening had pushed her before she could react:

"He...he is a lunatic!"

"Even if he doesn't notice us now, we are too close to him!"

Tang Xuening frowned for emphasis.

——Where she is, as long as this lunatic's game continues, there are at most two rounds left, and she will definitely be chosen!

As for the options for confrontation...

Against 7-8 gangsters armed with military weapons while surrounded by a bunch of terrified pig teammates?

This joke is so funny.

Even if he wants to capture the thief first and control the clown to fight for a way out for himself, he needs to solve at least two followers who have been behind the clown.

Squeeze through the crowd and tackle two with your bare hands...

No, there are three clowns, three heavily armed and possibly insane gangsters.

Well, compared to the last plan, this one is at least a little bit more executable.

That's really only a little bit.

But the chances of success are still slim, unless...

The next moment, as she thought, the clown started to continue his game.

Several more hostages were led out of the crowd crying and howling.

Not long

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The gunshots continued...

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Angela in the crowd... Peggy has never lost her composure like this in her more than [-] years of life, and she has never been so desperate.

But at the same time, she was filled with anger at the same time

—not to the clown, but to his own anger.

More than ten years of hard study, the promises I made to the city when I left, the ideals repeated in the diary, and even the thick "plan"...

What I once thought I could give up everything for is so fragile...

When I was facing one of Gotham's greatest darknesses, I certainly couldn't fight him, but let alone stand up and blame him, I was so trembling that I couldn't even stand up.

It's ridiculous.

Never noticed it before.

Those weak, incompetent, and clearly dying people who I despise don't dare to feed back to the "weak".

I have a seat of my own...

Regret and fear tore apart her proud reason like sharp knives and blinded her beautiful eyes.

That chaotic darkness seemed to be all she had now.

But then, she was pulled into a warm embrace.

A small voice came from my ear:

"If this continues, it will probably be our turn in the next round! Angela, as a local, you should know what this means."

"We are dead... we are dead..."

But the only one who can respond is murmuring who doesn't even know what he is talking about.

Now she doesn't want to think about anything, she doesn't want to listen to anything, her only wish now is to stay away from that inexplicable fear.

"Angela..."

Warm palms caressed his back, and the voice in his ears was unprecedentedly gentle.

"Remember the ideal you told me about? Change the city."

"Um……"

In an instant, the darkness used to escape disappeared, and the self-blame and pain came back, the throat became dry, the nasal cavity became choked, and tears rolled down from the eyes.

"Then you must not die here!"

Being slightly pushed away, a pair of firm eyes looked directly at him:

"You need to pick yourself up! Go fight for your own survival!"

"Don... are you... a superhero?"

——I am just a mortal, only superheroes can fight against super criminals! ——

A voice roared in Angela's heart.

"certainly……"

The sense of ease of self-liberation was just produced, but was smashed to pieces by the other party:

"No! People must be responsible for themselves first! Which hero has the responsibility and obligation to help us?"

The black-haired girl shook her head, and said slowly but firmly:

"The answer is no! If anyone's life needs to be completely dependent on superheroes to continue, I can only say that he should have been eliminated long ago!"

"But……"

"No but!"

The rebuttal was rudely interrupted, but at this moment Angela didn't have the slightest anger in her heart.

Because she suddenly discovered that the girl on the opposite side is more adapted to this city than she is, and this city needs such a person more - what this city needs is a fighter against evil, not a person who fantasizes about sitting in an office and relaxing. Bureaucracy that changes everything.

"Tell me, how did you deal with this situation in the past?"

"Pray that Batman will soon..."

——Maybe I was wrong, the girl in front of me can change this city more than myself——

"Wouldn't that be better, we just need to save our own lives before Batman arrives!"

The last worries in my heart were dispelled, and the strength returned to my body.

"Okay, let's do something before your hero arrives."

"Don, what do you want to do?"

"I have a plan..."

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There was a dead silence in the entire lobby, just as the gunfire outside the door disappeared.

Among the hostages who were pulled out just now, except for one who was covered in blood and was crying bitterly while holding a dagger, all the others fell down.

After rolling his eyes, the clown kicked the survivor away, and walked towards the crowd again.

Seeing his movements, some people began to squeeze into the center of the crowd, and from time to time some people were pushed to the ground and howled, but now no one showed their gentlemanly spirit—the scene was chaotic.

"madman!"

In the uneasy silence of everyone, a voice sounded abruptly.

In an instant, an open space appeared among the hostages - countless eyes filled with "She is brave but also stupid!", "Don't implicate me!", "She is dead!" looked at the brown-haired woman in the open space. lady.

"Oh~~~~Look what this is? A brave..."

Before he finished speaking, the clown paused for a moment, thinking about how to describe the behavior of a girl who said he was righteous, but actually squatted behind another black-haired girl with his head in his arms.

"Well... a lady who is not so brave but dares to tell the truth, what reward should we give her?"

While the clown was speaking, his two followers squeezed into the crowd and came towards the girl.

Soon, they passed the girl who was used as a cover, and number four didn't notice the glint in each other's eyes.

—Yes, confrontation is stupid, but for untrained gangsters, one chance is enough to deal with them.As for how to appease the frightened "new recruits", the girl said that she has a wealth of experience. ——

"ah!!!"

It seemed that he had finally noticed the gangsters who had come to him. With a scream, the lady who was provoking the clown just now jumped up and rushed into the crowd next to him, causing chaos.

"I don't like people who break the rules."

Seeing the brunette running away from the crowd, the clown pulls out a //gun and starts aiming.

"So... hmm?"

At the moment before the clown shot, a white palm held the barrel of the gun in his stunned expression and twisted downwards, while his neckline was pulled up.

Fly, spin, fall to the ground.

And then he saw a black muzzle - the muzzle of his own gun.

The girl who was used as a cover?

The clown looked in the direction of the hostage with some doubts. There, there were two puppet figures clutching their vitals and falling to the ground.

"Don!"

"Go away!"

Some annoyedly waved her hands at the figure not far away, Tang Xuening said without turning her head:

"Go to a place where I can't see, where I won't be accidentally injured by stray bullets, and where I won't be found by the clowns!"

Then, the hostages who woke up like a dream ran to the distance one after another.

"Okay, we are left, let your men..."

The girl holding the gun had no expression on her face, and while talking, the muzzle of the gun was slightly lowered, and she pulled the trigger towards the arm of the clown.

——To convince this kind of mentally abnormal gangster, you not only need to have strength, but also need to let them understand that you dare to use strength. ——

Although Tang Xuening didn't understand this truth, she naturally developed the habit of shooting while talking with the tentacle aliens for a long time.

"surprise~"

To the girl's surprise, amidst the clown's unusually bright smile, what flew out of the gun wasn't bullets, but scattered colorful flags.

"sh*t!"

Amidst the girl's cursing, a white-gloved fist swung over.