[Comprehensive British and American] Villain part-time superhero

"Okay, okay, maybe I should be more friendly?" The clown put down the gun that was on the opponent's throat. Tagg just breathed a sigh of relief, and the next second the stick sword hit him hard in the abdomen.

The pain in the abdomen made his stomach convulse and he wanted to struggle, but he was pinched by the clown, and if he moved his sharp nails, there would be a deep pain near his throat, which made him feel like his throat would be cut, so he dare not move.

And the clown took advantage of this. The opponent's appearance just now seemed to have a lot of backbone, but judging from the opponent's reaction after he drew the sword just now, the clown knew that the opponent was afraid of death, and making the opponent feel that he might die was a breakthrough Point, as long as there is a weakness, you will not be afraid that the other party will not give in. Clowns are best at playing with people's hearts, aren't they?

"Hey? Does it hurt? It shouldn't be a big deal, after all, Tiaozi has been beaten quite a lot, hasn't he?" The clown slapped the opponent's abdomen with the stick and sword after speaking.

"Huh...huh...you won't kill me, because you need me to tell you the circuit diagram, don't you?" Tag thought he had grasped the point that the clown needed himself, he needed himself.

"Ah, so that's how it is." The clown nodded pretendingly.

"If you think so, then I can directly blow up the police building and achieve the goal. It's just a matter of pulling a few tons of bombs." The clown

"You wouldn't do that." Tag concluded that the Joker wouldn't do that, and if he did, he wouldn't come looking for him.

"I will. And I came here today and you think I have a request from you? No, no, friend. Please figure it out, now you are the one who asks from me." The clown's tea-green eyes stared at him indifferently. Down the tag.

"Huh? Are you kidding..." Laughing, before he could say a word, Tag saw that it was the stick sword that was placed on his abdomen this time, but he clearly felt that the muzzle of the gun was aimed at his abdomen a feeling of.

"This is a clown's joke, are you happy? As I said just now, you are asking for something from me. I don't think about it yet, how to please the clown and make the clown let you go? Say yes first, and now you tell me what you want It won't be that simple." The clown showed a small smile, but it was extremely ferocious.

Tag didn't speak, he was now distinguishing the truth from what the clown said. The clown is a liar who is good at insight into people's hearts. If he can make good use of this, he might be able to survive under the clown until the nurse changes his medicine.

But nothing can be seen from the other party's expression covered with heavy makeup, even those cold and crazy green eyes are full of mockery.

"Hey hey~ The time for thinking is over, now is the time for the clown's trial!"

After finishing speaking, the clown closed his eyes, picked up the sword and shot at Tag at random, and then picked up the half-eaten apple on the table and stuffed it in the opponent's mouth to prevent the opponent from screaming and damaging his ears.

"Oh! It was shot in the thigh! It's so unlucky! The shot didn't kill you, it hurts, right?" The clown apologetically hit the opponent's bleeding thigh with a hot stick and sword barrel, and was very vicious. Turning around, looking at Tag's distorted face due to pain, the clown smiled with satisfaction, and then the clown took out the cardiotonic agent he found on the doctor's tray and injected it into the other person's body.

The clown squeezed Tag to the side of the bed, then lay on his side beside him, put his mouth next to the other's ear and whispered, "Occasionally, I also want to be a partner of justice, I know something about you, Drug-related, um... I didn't mean to threaten you, you understand, I just said it casually."

Tag is very desperate now. The pain from his thigh makes him feel dizzy for a while, but his mind is extremely clear. Every trace of pain in his body is transmitted to his brain. That damn sobriety.

"You look like you have something to say?" The clown straightened up and took away the apple that was half-soaked by the opponent's saliva.

"Let... let me go... I will tell you everything you want to know." Tag said tremblingly

"so shill webegin. The clown gave a clownish smile.

……

"Vera? Vera?" Lisa looked at the dazed and pale Vera in front of her and called the other party's name. After getting a different reaction from the other party, Lisa pushed Vera a little worried.

"...What's the matter?" Vera squeezed a smile on her bloodless face. She hadn't recovered from the encounter with the clown just now. The clown is the nightmare of all Gotham people, but she shouldn't let the clown go on. Going down, the clown went to Officer Tag, maybe he will kill Officer Tag?

"What's wrong with you? You've been absent-minded since just now, and now you don't look very well, are you sick?" Lisa looked at Vera worriedly.

"Lisa! Listen to me! Do you remember that strange man in a purple tuxedo and a Batman mask just now?" Vera

"Huh? Are you talking about the one who came to ask you just now? His voice is so sua!" Lisa's starry eyes lit up.

"He's a clown." Vera was speechless

"Ah? What are you talking about? I didn't hear clearly." Lisa

"He's the clown, not the one from the circus, but the one who had an affair with Batman." Vera

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By the time Vera and Lisa nervously opened the door of Ward 303 with a group of people armed with guns and various weapons, the clown had already obtained the information he wanted. Pretending to walk out of the gate of the hospital, all that was left in ward 303 was the mess all over the floor and Officer Tagg, who was lying on the hospital bed and there was no difference between life and death. If they came later, he might have died It's really crazy, after all, the gunshot wound left by the clown on his thigh was bleeding all the time,... a part of his flesh was scalded.

The clown took off the doctor's white hat and white robe and threw them on the side of the road. After grabbing two haircuts that had been flattened in the white hat to make them straight again, the clown walked slowly on the street like a walk. It's not like chasing after the incident just now, and I still look at the surrounding scenery from time to time, so uncomfortable.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and his eyes stopped on a locomotive by the side of the road. At this time, the owner of the locomotive was leaning against the locomotive and making a phone call.

"My newly bought motorcycle is limited, and I will drive it over in a while to show you how it looks." It sounded a little smug, but he begged his parents for a long time before they were willing to pay for this car. I bought it, and I also agreed to the very difficult condition for him that they must enter the top ten in the class this semester. This matter can be discussed later, but now I have the motorcycle I want, right?He had to put on a good show in front of his friends.

However, what he, who was addicted to the mobile phone, didn't know was that he might not be destined to have this chance to act aggressively. He just hung up the phone and felt a chill behind his back, and in the next second his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

After the clown clicked his tongue twice, he glanced at the passerby who was lying on the ground with his buttocks stunned by his sword, and kicked the opponent's raised buttocks. After the other person was lying on the ground like a normal person, the clown Nodding in satisfaction, but with the force with which he slashed the back of the head with a sword just now, the child may have to open his head.

Climb into the opponent's motorcycle and plug in the key, the motorcycle makes a humming sound and twists, causing the mobile phone to gallop away violently, kicking up a cloud of dust.