Chapter 142

"You're not going to call me, are you? I'm a reformer. Your toys that can corona ordinary people make me happy at most. "

Su Ming outstretched his hand calmly. As he said, the clown's electric shock toy was just fun for him.

If the clown plays tricks, he will be thrown into prison, and Batman can be asked for a reward - the clown's capture fee.

"Oh, no, no, no, why do you suspect me? Death knell, you really make me sad, hehe

The clown pretended to wipe his tears and peeped at Su Ming's reaction through his fingers. However, his peeping was too exaggerated. His fingers were completely separated, as if afraid that Su Ming could not see his big eyes.

"It's not good. Don't waste time. The justice alliance will come back soon. You can't leave if you want."

Su Ming is not Batman. He has no spare time to play games with clowns, and he doesn't want to guess riddles or listen to jokes. He wants to take money now, find a good place to sleep, and then spend money.

If the money is available, Kaifeng vegetables are called two barrels at a time, one for themselves and one for Barry.

Barry has a lot of credit in his war record. Su Ming is the one who shows gratitude. After all, it's money from killing people. If you give it to Xiaoshan, he won't want it. Then give him something to eat, something to refuse.

There is a bill in Su Ming's heart, but there is certainly tens of millions of dollars. He saved the world, survived, satisfied the desire of bloodthirsty after transformation, and made a lot of money.

Although the money is not available, the long list of figures has made Su Ming like the work of a mercenary even more.

The clown found that the funeral bell seemed to be distracted. He was still bleeding on his shoulder, but he seemed to be holding back his smile in a strange way. The laughter was a little penetrating, but it came from the heart, and the clown also laughed happily.

"Ha ha, do you want to guess what it is? Here's a hint. I found it in the bat hole

"Oh? Batman's good stuff? Then give it to me. Take the head and play with it. "

Su Ming put the equipment back on his body, hooked his fingers, indicating that he was in a hurry, and he was still ready to ask for an account.

"Alas..." the clown sighed, his shoulders drooped. He felt bored. No one else was as interesting as Batman. He didn't even play guessing games: "OK, here you are. I think it's a good thing."

He gently put a small thing in Su Ming's palm. He didn't know what it was, but he always felt that it was very important.

It doesn't make sense, but the clown believes in himself.

The most important thing is that he likes it, and the smiling face on it is very sincere, just like a person who inhales laughing gas, which makes him happy.

Originally, he planned to take this as a gift to Hally to see if he could make it up. Last time he tried to kill her, he thought that the attempted murder might damage the relationship between them.

A small gift might remind Harry of him and try to kill him, so that she can get rid of her boredom.

But now he wants the head of the grinning bat to kick, so it's a good exchange for the death knell.

However, when the thing got to Su Ming's hand, he didn't even have time to see what it was. A blue light instantly took him away.

The blue light flashed away, and Su Ming was no longer in place. Only the clown still held his head and maintained the posture of giving things.

"Eh?" The clown quickly took it back. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, um... Yes, but I haven't closed my eyes yet."

He pulled his fingers and counted them out loud. Good. The fingers are still five, not four or six.

But why did the death knell suddenly disappear?

"Interesting, ha ha ha." He clapped his hands and a living man disappeared before his eyes. This is the best program: "so what you want to play is hide and seek. Hee hee, I'm coming!"

The clown began to look around the bat hole for signs of the death knell, behind the scorched brother eye mainframe, under the watcher's chair, and even in his own shoes.

He looked for them all.

It turned out that there was no death knell.

"I can't find you. I'll give up and come out!"

He was so tired and breathless that he couldn't find anyone. He gave up and wanted to come out and tell him how to do it. He liked the game. He wanted to play with bats after learning.

But no one will answer him.

He wandered for a while, and was dismayed to find that the death knell was gone.

"You're gone, and I'm leaving too... Am I really going? Really gone! I took the head with me? "

As he watched around, only Barry and Diana were still in a coma tied to the pillar, the headless corpse of the laughing bat remained motionless, and the watchers with broken glass stubbles were gagged and could only whine.

There was no other movement in the cave.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, then I'll take it as your acquiescence."

He raised his laughing head, nodded with satisfaction, and was ready to leave.But as soon as he got to the entrance of the cave, he seemed to think of something again. He turned back and took out a lipstick from his pocket and painted Diana and Barry big smile faces.

Looking at the two unconscious superheroes now turned happy, he laughed and ran away with his head in his arms.

The watcher is relieved. The clown ignores him, the madman...

however, the clown returns again and puts lipstick in his hand.

"Take it, hold it! "Hee hee..." the clown licked the corner of his mouth, spit out his tongue like a snake, kept picking his chin, and looked at him nervously: "smile, smile, give me a smile."

The watcher's mouth is blocked and his whole face is deformed. How can he laugh?

"Why are you so serious? Smile should go deep into your mind! "

I heard that this man was called a watcher. The clown was not happy again, but he almost forgot the old man because he got the joy of laughing wildly.

After all, Batman is the only one who can monitor him. The "watcher" is a fake.

As annoying as the laughing bat, even he can't laugh!

The clown grabbed the lipstick and drew a smile on the monitor's brain with lipstick. He was so hard that his brain could not withstand such a great force.

In an instant, it's like adding chili oil to bean curd.

It's a mess.

"Big... Smile, good."

The clown clapped his hands with satisfaction, and did not know how he could see the smile from the mess of red and white things.

But he was in a better mood, no longer paying attention to the constantly violent convulsion of the watcher, he laughed away, disappeared in the night outside the cave.

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