Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 145 The Clown’s Chapter

In Mrs. Tiffany's restaurant, a person was holding a piece of food and eating it.

It didn't rain today, so compared to the last time he came here, his body was very dry and not wet by any rain or dew.

It's the same set meal, green beans and a fried egg.

In fact, the variety of food that Mrs. Tiffany can provide here is not rich, not to mention, most of the people who come here are not picky eaters.

And when he was halfway through eating, at almost the same moment, a man in a suit walked in.

This man was not Dick, he was taller and stronger, and his face was more mature, with green stubble on his face.

He also walked to the table opposite Terry and sat down, looking at him without saying a word.

But Terry's reaction was different. He threw the spoon directly into the bowl and looked at the other person quite unhappily.

"I asked you, what's wrong with your family? You just like to watch other people eat?"

Terry scooped up a large spoonful of the paste and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then he threw it on the table like trash.

The man finally spoke, his tone very calm.

Terry sneered contemptuously, but what he said was completely contrary to his demeanor.

Terry's expression changed, and he started groping up and down, mumbling incessantly.

When Terry squirmed his cheeks and turned his eyes to the contents of the document, the man straightened up, from being casual at the beginning to sitting upright.

"Why come back to Gotham?"

"The monitor is also lost, and the mobile phone is also lost. How did you find me?"

"Catch me in?"

"I just knew you were coming here."

The man paused, took out a document from his lining pocket, and dropped it on the table.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Asking knowingly."

Terry stopped, licked the corners of his mouth, looked at the man deeply, hesitated, then picked up the spoon and started stirring the paste that had formed on the surface at low temperature.

Gulu.

"I have investigated and deduced the revenge list that you will take revenge on, and I have also roughly simulated each sequence of actions from your perspective - I will always keep an eye on you, and you will not have a chance."

Terry took out a paper towel, wiped the corners of his mouth, then crumpled the paper towel into a ball and threw it into the trash can. Then he reached out and grabbed the list and observed it in detail for a few seconds.

Terry raised a finger, indicating that the other person should wait for him to swallow the paste in his mouth first.

The man didn't say anything, he just looked at the other person expressionlessly.

"We won't arrest him for now."

"How terrible."

"You can actually guess my killing order, and even my alternative plans are included, but you seem to be a little worried. I have always only had two killing orders in my mind. If I can't achieve it, then I won't Will take action."

"So you gave up?"

The man's face was still expressionless, only his eyes were staring at Terry, full of doubts, and it was obvious that he would not believe any of Terry's next admissions.

"But what's the point of your document?"

Terry yawned, picked up another fork, and inserted the tip straight into the center of the fried egg.

"What do you mean?"

The man frowned.

"I mean, there is one part of what you said that is simply impossible to achieve."

Terry put the fried egg into his mouth, chewed it roughly twice, and then swallowed it directly.

"After all, where did you find the time to stare at me?" The man's expression finally changed.

He was no longer calm, and even took out his hands. He seemed to want to stand up and reach out to grab Terry's collar, but in the end he gave up the idea.

"what do you know?"

"I don't know anything. I just liked you at a certain time and even read your story over and over again."

Terry's statement made the man frown.

He actually didn't understand.

However, logically speaking, this is impossible.

Is this a metaphor? Isn't his story just an embellished or exaggerated description of Batman by media organizations in Gotham City that receive money or confiscate money?

What other stories are there?

Terry just got up and took out a bottle of drink from the freezer nearby, pried open the bottle cap with his teeth, and took a sip.

To be honest, I almost choked on the egg I just ate.

Looking back at Bruce, who still couldn't understand this sentence, Terry smiled and decided to remind him.

"Oh my God, I'm not the only one in Gotham City. Look at those guys, when will they let you rest for such a long time?"

Terry waved the glass bottle in the air with one hand, as if he were drawing a square and then cutting through it.

"Well, because it was my story, everyone couldn't hold back. Although I didn't expect that I would receive such an honor, they did give me a small chapter."

Then Terry pointed to the other side of the air.

"Now that my chapter has ended, it's time to start a new one, otherwise no one will like the story."

As Terry's words fell, a radio placed on the shelf in Mrs. Tiffany's restaurant beeped loudly.

Then the content on the radio made the man's expression change dramatically.

It can be seen that the psychological quality of the announcer is not very strong, or it may be that there is a lack of pre-written press releases for emergencies. In short, the news is intermittent.

The general idea is that a group of inexplicable gangsters used heavy firepower to open the defenses of Arkham Asylum and tried to rescue the most tightly held guys inside.

But, this is impossible?

The man keenly noticed something was wrong.

How could anyone in the media be faster than his sources?

The sound of Penny One did not ring out from the headset he always carried.

Also, what does it mean to try to save someone?

Isn’t news like this broadcast in real time? It's not like he's reading a story. Only the gangster himself knows who he wants to save.

and many more!

The announcer's hesitation is not because he has no manuscript, but because he is extremely nervous? Someone held her hostage and made her report like this!

This is not news, this is a preview! It's a declaration of war! He is madly announcing his return to everyone in Gotham City in advance!

And there is only one person in Gotham City who can do things so out of style!

Sure enough, the next moment, the announcer's crying voice burst out of the radio with some distortion after being transmitted through the radio waves.

"Oh my God! Those guys with unknown origins have rescued the clown!"

At the same time, in the dark night in the distance, first a fire lit up the sky, and then a sound wave struck that made the earth tremble, shaking the glass of Mrs. Tiffany's restaurant.

The man turned around suddenly, but Terry happened to be facing the door, so he simply raised his head and looked around.

"Wow."

Terry put the mouth of the glass bottle to his mouth, exclaiming in a calm tone.

"I was just wondering why I wasn't able to get the expected amount of goods from that scrapped chemical plant. It turned out that someone had taken advantage of it a long time ago?"

He stretched out his other palm and built a tent over his eyebrows, his eyes reflecting the blazing fire.

"What kind of formula is this detonator for this effect? ​​Why is it so powerful? Do I still have to ask for advice?"

(End of this chapter)