[Comprehensive] Refined dollar bills

At the auction, there was a string of tightly drumming music, and the rumbling sound seemed to mean that some big person was about to appear on this stage.

Big shot Marnie Doyle sits in a big, red, rambunctious, danceable... er, queen chair.

She is not such an arrogant character. Her family Tony might like this queen chair and this grand appearance, but she is definitely not this kind of character.

The clown next to him, wearing a knight costume but with strange makeup on his face, can fully reflect the irony of this Queen's chair. He seems to have noticed her unkind eyes. The clown turned his head to look at her, showing a surprised expression: " What a coincidence, you're here too?"

"Ha ha."

Marnie was speechless.

The clown shrugged, and he was playing with the saber next to him. He seemed to be tired of playing, and flew towards her queen chair. Marnie dodged it quickly, and the saber brushed her face and nailed it straight. On the back of her chair, she stared wide-eyed, and looked back at the back of the chair that had been poked a hole with lingering fear.

The moment he threw the sword over, the curtain in front of Marnie was pulled away, and everyone saw such a thrilling scene, so she won "full applause" as soon as she appeared.

The clown made an indifferent expression, as if he didn't care that he almost killed her just now, or didn't think about how his auction would continue if Marnie didn't manage to avoid the sword.

The host tremblingly handed over a microphone from the side, and the clown took the microphone, and instead of greeting the audience in a hurry, he turned to Marnie next to him and said, "Hey, do you like this appearance? Are you a goddess, do you think this is enough for a goddess?"

No, this appearance is full of copper stink.

Marnie complained silently, but she didn't speak, because the clown just sealed her mouth with golden scotch tape.

Looking around, there is a ring-shaped pompous building with disgusting wallpapers next to it. The stage is pompous and red, and there are red roses on the ground.As for herself—the exaggerated appearance, even the tape used to seal her mouth is exaggerated, luxurious and luxurious, drunk and dreamy, this place is too exhausting for people's will.

Looking towards the auditorium again, everyone looked like a dog.

Perhaps the clown was right to shut her mouth, otherwise no one can guarantee whether she will yell at her now and wake up this group of people's unrealistic money dreams.

Of course, no matter how cool the idea is, it only stays at the level of mental activity.

The clown turned his head to look at the people below, especially at a private seat directly opposite the circular auditorium.In this "star-studded" auction, one can still enjoy an exclusive private seat, and there is no doubt that it is Falconi.

Although the people present were all big or small underworld leaders or backbones compared to Falconi, there were still a small number of people at Falconi's level.

The clown smiled and introduced himself: "I think everyone should know me. Have you watched my video?" Although his tone was very casual, anyone who has watched his video beforehand knows that it is not casual. .Perhaps killing people is quite casual for everyone here, but there are still not many people who are willing to do something as perverted as torture.

The clown observed the expressions of everyone in the circle, and smiled sarcastically, hot chicken, entrusting the great crime business of Gotham City to this group of people is simply an insult to crime.

Then let them kill each other.

"Whether you recognize it or not, now through my auction—"

You are the "thing," Marnie rolled her eyes.

"——I think fighting should not be unfamiliar to me," the clown said with a smile, "Everyone must have come with sincerity. If that's the case, I'll declare the rules first."

"Wait a minute." A guy on the left raised his hand to stop, and said confidently, "I want to inspect the goods."

Go to hell, god damn inspection.Marnie rolled her eyes again.

"What kind of inspection method?" The clown asked.

"Let her perform that trick again," the man said, "that trick that makes money revolve around her."

The gentleman who had the courage to raise doubts was probably just thinking about it, and didn't really want to mess things up, so he only made such a petty request.This obviously made the clown even more upset. Mr. Chou has always dared to think and do it. If he doesn't do it, he will die. If he does it, he must do something big. He didn't bother to talk nonsense, and took out a pistol from his arms.Raising the knife in hand and falling in the direction of Marnie is a shot.

Marnie held her breath, it was over, there were no coins around her, she might be beaten to death.

But luckily, just because she didn't bring coins doesn't mean that others don't either.At the moment when the warhead was almost clearly visible, everyone screamed in all directions, and then coins from all directions sprang out of their pockets, precisely blocking Marnie in front of her.

A few crisp sounds.

Marnie opened her subconsciously closed eyes, and saw a coin on the ground shattered into three or four pieces, spinning around her feet.

gosh...

Marnie raised her eyes to look at the clown, her eyes were full of murderous intent, and then everyone in the auditorium had to hold their pockets tightly. Otherwise, all the money would have been attracted by her.

The clown chuckled, and then comforted Marnie: "Don't be angry."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and shot the guy who got up to give advice just now. The guy didn't have coins to protect him, and the next second his brains splattered, his eyes widened and he fell back weakly.

Marnie froze for a moment.

"Here, one dollar will pay you one life." The clown threw the counterfeit aside. Following Marnie's shock, the small money in the venue also fell silent, and even the coin that was floating around her fell powerlessly on the ground. on the ground.

This series of pictures fell into the eyes of the audience, and it was obvious that the goddess of wealth was manipulating all kinds of small money.

This auction is really worth it!

But in fact, Marnie only knows that she is attractive to money, and she doesn't know anything else. She doesn't know how to start it or how to stop it. If she knew, things might not turn out like this.

Marnie frowned, and then suddenly a glass cage fell from the sky. Before Marnie recovered, she was locked in this cage. This is not the most important thing, but the most important thing is - this cage has no air vents.

The clown's voice came indistinctly from outside.

"Look, there's no vent in this cage," he came over and knocked on Marnie's glass, "there's probably enough oxygen in it for her to breathe for a while, and I hope we end our auction in that time. That's all According to the rules, now that our auction has started, I will give the lowest price first."

Hearing the clown's words, the audience was in an uproar, and Falconi, who was far away in the private room, laughed: "This guy is very interesting."

The clown seemed to know his existence, and smiled meaningfully in his direction.

Not only the people started to seething, but the small money was even more boiling. The people present could no longer control their pockets, and the money in their hands began to rush towards the direction of the glass cage one after another, hitting the glass fiercely.But this glass is probably made of a special material, and it just doesn't move at all.

Marnie stood in the cage, calmly analyzing the situation, and then sat back on her queen chair, thinking slowly with her fingers on her lips.

Although she is also very anxious, now she can only slow down her breathing and continue to use oxygen as much as possible.

"Marnie..."

In the corner, a person subconsciously took a step forward, but was stopped by the guy next to him.

"Pay attention to Peter," Wade blinked. "Look carefully at her. She is much calmer than you. Although we don't have much time now, we still have more than enough time to save her."

Sitting in a glass cage, she was as exquisite as a precious crown in a museum. She was obviously loved and sought after by many people, but that was just admiration for her beauty, and had nothing to do with her.

Marnie sat on her queen chair, taking a panoramic view of the greedy and crazy eyes of everyone in the auditorium, some beautiful masks seemed to be completely torn apart in front of her.

The clown felt that he had grasped the timing quite perfectly, so he called out hypocritically for silence, coughed lightly and began to quote his reserve price.

"My base price," he blinked, "is ten Gotham prison inmates on death row."

What kind of weird reserve price is this? ?

The clown seemed to know everyone's confusion, so he explained innocently: "Please, everyone, you don't think she can be measured by money, do you? Seriously, if she can be measured by money, then the whole country will be used to buy her Not enough, truly priceless."

Marnie sneered.

She can see through the priceless treasure in this sense.

The clown said: "So I suggest that everyone should show some sincerity and exchange with me something that is really affordable and effective. I will repeat it for everyone. My reserve price is ten death row inmates from Gotham Prison."

What this requires is not only financial resources, but also face. The audience of this auction has been the backbone of the Gotham underworld from the very beginning.

To put it bluntly, he was doing this to make huge profits, but to reveal its essence, it was nothing more than inciting Gotham's underworld to kill each other, and it was an extremely cruel and face-to-face cannibalism.

The venue began to have money from outside rushing in one after another. The security personnel worked hard to seal all possible gaps that could come in, and the venue was suddenly extremely quiet.

Marnie suddenly understood what the so-called "money is just a dead thing, what I really want is the benefits it can bring, the benefits it brings, competition, chaos, and death."

The Joker's goal is to disrupt the entire Gotham City.

But can such a slanted sword work?

When Marnie raised her eyes, she saw that someone had raised a bidding card. A graceful lady said with a smile, "It's easy to handle. I'll add five more mercenaries, as well as a division-level official's handle to you."

People who can get into this level must have a high IQ. Some people prepare money foolishly, and some people will wonder what the seller wants.But who cares, if you can have such a powerful beckoning cat, everything is within reach.

This auction is destined to be a big gamble, either become king, or become... Wang.

Whether you want to join or not, if someone raises the bidding card, they must fight to the end, or someone can shoot that evil beckoning cat now, but that's obviously unrealistic. It seems that the cage prepared by the clown Not only to prevent the beckoning cat from running out of it, but also to prevent someone from killing her and aborting the auction.

A good game.

Seeing the fiery ambition in the lady's eyes, the clown smiled with satisfaction.