Chapter 2221

Before the Secretary could react, Luther's stout arms in armour stretched out from behind her head.

Break the safety chain, grab the man outside the door by the neck and throw his backhand into the living room.

The colorful figure flew through the air and hit the wall. Dust fell from the ceiling. Luther rushed forward like a madman and hit the white face with his huge metal fist, making the sound of pile driver on the construction site.

"Dong Dong......"

this is the sound of the green hair head colliding with the ground, and the blood quickly flows into a large pool.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

It was the man who was beaten laughing. He seemed to have no pain at all. Instead, he felt comfortable in the beating and gave out strange laughter.

"Well, Mr. J of my family said before he came that Luther must still be angry with him The woman with two corpse arms outside shrugged and said to the secretary with a smile: "by the way, can I come in? I need to borrow your bathroom to destroy the body. Of course, it would be great if you could help me prepare a chocolate milkshake for me to drink while I was being dissected

A woman in a half red and half black matching tights looked like a clown in a playing card. Her face was as pale as before. She had a special make-up around her eyes, one with square pieces and the other with plum blossoms.

She said questions, but she had already dragged the body in through the open door, and she closed the door again and patted the lock gently.

"Is that... The clown?" Mosey didn't know who the gun should be aimed at. She wanted to take care of Luther or control the woman in front of her.

The crazy woman was searching for the bathroom. After hearing the Secretary's self-talk, she said with a smile, "well, is he particularly charming now? But you don't want to think about him. Oh, he's my Mr. J, my little pumpkin

"But the news said..." the Secretary shook his head. Even though she had been living in metropolis, everyone knew the famous clown.

A few months ago, there was an Internet source saying that he was dead. Batman did it.

"Said he was dead? Ha ha, your boss can come back from the dead. Why can't my boss? Have sex The woman with clown make-up made a strong voice in her mouth and dragged the two bodies to the bathroom: "don't point a gun at me. We're in a group. Mr. J said," Dear Lex will welcome us. Although he'll be unhappy at first, he'll soon be teased. "That's it

After accepting the news that another dead man was not dead, she soon calmed down and called out to the living room, "boss, what can I do for you?"

Luther, who was just blowing up the hammer clown, stopped his hand, stood up from the straddle position, staring at the grinning geek on the ground and moved his wrist:

"it's none of your business. Go and look after the equipment."

"Lex, let your secretary open the champagne. I can't feel your enthusiasm at all. I think it's due to the lack of alcohol, ha!"

The clown on the ground sat up and shook his head as if nothing had happened. Then he looked down at his camera to see if it was broken.

This is the baby he took photos of Barbara, and this dress is also the one he wore.

The gloomy faced Luther narrowed his eyes. He could use Martian's ability to acquire other people's memories and feel their thoughts, but there was a premise.

That is, the other party must be normal, not crazy.

"You are not a clown. Who are you Luther adjusted the beam cannon on his arm, and the threat was self-evident.

"Ah, the classic question of identity, is it my turn to prove that I am me? Ha ha "Come on, lex, you know your intuition is right. Come on, tell me, who am I? Who do you think I am the first time you see me? Speak up. "

He also raised a hand to his ear and made an appearance of listening with an expectant smile on his face.

As a matter of fact, Luther has proved that this is the real thing. In the past, there were many fake clowns in Gotham, but those guys didn't have Dionysian factor. They should have been killed alive and killed by the blow just now.

Although there is no special name for Luther's uniform, each of them is actually used to fight Superman. Even if he has controlled his efforts just now, it can shake the head of an ordinary person into paste.

"But according to my reliable information, your body is still in the bat hole." Instead of following the madman's meaning, Luther jumped over the identity question: "at the same time, I know there's something wrong with Batman."

"Well, I didn't tell you that your mind is too rigid. It's Rutherford as usual." The clown sighed and pouted his lips in a displeasure, and then he burst out laughing: "Gaga Gaga, you need to figure out one problem. Lex, this big world is a beautiful stage, and we are all clowns..."The bald man stared at him for a long time and was silent for a long time.

Then, he walked to the corner of the living room, took off his heavy negative cosmic war suit, and went back to the center of the living room, bent down to get the kettle on the tea table and wash his hands:

"I don't have the reason to kill you now, just because you didn't kill me last time. It doesn't mean that I want to listen to your crazy logic and meaningless abnormal philosophy."

"I know, I know." The clown stood up with a smile and opened his arms. He hugged Luther warmly. He wriggled with joy: "but I didn't expect that I gave you such a clear hint that you still lost. It's pathetic, sobbing."

Luther pauses, remembers, and shakes his head: "I don't think you reminded me of anything. After you left, I activated Dr. Ivar and revived breniac..."

"come on, boring."

The clown rolled his eyes, jumped back on the sofa, rubbed his wrinkled shirt, put the camera in front of his eyes and looked at Luther through the lens:

"always you think, you think, you've been president for so long that you forget that our performance doesn't value identity. You're far worse than my cute bat. Well, I'll ask you in a different way. At that time, when I put the destruction corps and a bunch of mobs to laugh, when I hung you over the round table in the conference room, where was your mother goddess? Pepetua, where is she? Come on, tell me the answer. I can't wait to see you slap yourself. "

“！！！” Luther frowned in an instant.

At that time, he held the door handle of destruction, while perpetua was trapped in the general assembly. But judging from her performance in the future, it was clear that she could give him more strength to defeat the clown through the doorknob.

But she didn't.

She just watched quietly, watching them as if they were keeping a bug.

The clown won that game. Maybe she immediately communicated with the clown, showed him the pictures he had shown to Luther, and wanted to cooperate with him because he was the winner.

But the madman must have refused.

Pepetua had no choice but to turn around and continue to work with the second biggest loser. In this way, Luther was acting as a spare wheel without knowing it.

Looking at Luther's face like a palette, the expression was sometimes ferocious and sometimes annoyed, and the clown laughed with satisfaction.

"Yes, you can guess all right. After I put you down, that big bichi really came to me and played me a movie or something in my head." The clown licked his lips, his breath became rapid, and his eyes blinked wildly: "a bright future, a temptation, she will create a universe full of Batman for me, let me live forever in bat paradise."

"Then why didn't you agree to her terms? In fact, you could have taken the doorknob from me and set her free

Luther basically understood, and the clown did remind him.

In a crazy way, remind him that pepetua is not the Savior. Man can only rely on himself.

"It's very simple. I just want the real Batman, and she can't give it to me. She can only give me a lot of wild laughing bats. People with good taste like me don't need fakes."

The clown put down the camera, spread out his hands and grinned:

"I know more than you all the time. Good lex, she's not a goddess, she's just another poor and rich bitch on the street. She abandoned her sons in the past, you that day, and anyone in the future. The little alarm clock in my head keeps ringing, telling me that she is not reliable at all

Luther sat down, looked at the ceiling, and sighed deeply, "you're right, but I saw that after she put the Legion of destruction in her chair, and prepared my own way."

"Don't be sad, my bald fellow. Learn from your old enemy, Superman. Always have hope." The clown cocked his legs and licked his lips like a snake spitting a message: "smile, I always believe in the power of smile. We still have a chance to realize our wishes. Now let your secretary bring the champagne. I think we are good friends again, right?"

Luther laughs as expected. He turns to the bedroom and says, "Marcy, get me some wine for our guests and me."

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