American comics: Something is wrong with this superhero world

Chapter 253: Inquire about information
Although the bloggers at P Station used the Joker's reputation to attract a lot of traffic, they did not lie to the Joker. After completing the transaction, they readily handed over the personal information of the mercenary captain who led the team to kidnap Harley to the Joker.

The night in Gotham City was overcast and the air was filled with an ominous atmosphere.

An ordinary car slid silently into an ordinary residential area. The car door opened and the clown walked out slowly. His pale face looked particularly terrifying under the street light.

Following closely behind was a group of thugs dressed in clown costumes, holding baseball bats and various weapons, with bloodthirsty excitement in their eyes.

In addition to being fans of the Joker, their main occupations include but are not limited to gang members, butchers, rappers, etc. In Gotham, even an old lady selling vegetables can pull out two AKs from under her stall, not to mention these fanatical fans of super villains.

The Joker elegantly adjusted his suit and walked briskly towards an ordinary apartment building. His goal was clear: the door on the left side of the third floor.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the clown whispered to himself, "What a cozy little nest. What a pity, what a pity"

He raised his white-gloved hand and knocked gently on the door. The knocks echoed in the silent corridor.

"Dear Captain~" The Joker said in a long tone, with a hint of teasing in his voice, "How about we make a deal? It's about my lovely Harley."

The room was dead silent. The clown waited patiently with a strange smile on his face. Suddenly, a deep and vigilant voice came from the door:
"Get out of here! I know it's you, clown! If you don't leave, I'll detonate the bomb. The explosives in my room are enough to collapse the entire floor, and you won't be able to escape!"

The clown sighed exaggeratedly, turned around and made a helpless expression to his men behind him. "It seems that our friends don't know how to entertain guests."

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening gunshot rang out throughout the corridor. The bullet whizzed past the clown's cheek, leaving a bullet hole in the wall.

The clown's smile disappeared instantly, replaced by a chilling calmness and a hint of panic after escaping death.

Quickly suppressing his panic to prevent his fans from noticing, the Joker slowly took out his cell phone and slid his slender fingers quickly across the screen.

“Perhaps, my dear captain,” the Joker’s voice was low and dangerous, “you should take a look at your phone. I have a little surprise for you.”

Inside the house, the mercenary captain held his pistol tightly, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. He hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to pick up the phone beside him.

When he saw the picture on the screen, he was struck by lightning. It was a photo showing his daughter tied to a chair, tears soaking her young face. Her eyes were full of fear, as if she was silently calling for her father's help.

The captain's hands began to tremble, and the pistol fell to the floor with a click.

Outside the door, the Joker's voice sounded again, this time with a triumphant and somewhat threatening tone: "Now, my dear captain, we can have a good talk. About Harley... and your daughter's future. Open the door, let's sit down and talk like civilized people, okay?"

The entire corridor fell into a terrible silence, with only the captain's rapid breathing coming from the door. The Joker waited patiently, with that iconic, chilling smile reappearing on his face.

A minute later, slowly, the door lock opened with a "click".

The Joker smiled an exaggerated smile, opened the door and strode in. His men followed closely behind him, quickly occupying every corner of the apartment.

"Ah, what a cozy little nest!" The clown looked around exaggeratedly, and finally locked his eyes on the captain. "Now, let's talk business." The captain stood in the middle of the room, his fists clenched, his eyes filled with a complex emotion of anger and fear. "What do you want?" he asked through gritted teeth.

The Joker sat down gracefully on the sofa and crossed his legs, as if this was his own territory. "Oh, don't be so nervous, dear captain. I just want to know where Harley is. You know, I miss my little sweetheart very much."

The captain swallowed and tried to stay calm. "I don't know where she is. It was just a job. I was only responsible for the kidnapping part. After the kidnapping, I handed the person over to the contact person and it was no longer my business. I was just an employee. I really don't know anything."

"It seems that your memory needs a little stimulation." The clown slowly stood up and took out a knife from his pocket, which flashed coldly under the light. "Maybe we should play a game. Guess which part of your daughter's body is the least important?"

The captain's face turned pale in an instant. "No! Please tell me! I'll tell you everything! After completing the kidnapping, I sent someone to follow the contact person."

The clown raised his eyebrows and made an exaggerated surprised expression. "Oh? Go on, I'm all ears."

The captain took a deep breath and continued, "We followed them through most of Gotham City. Finally, we saw the contact person taking Harley to Wayne Manor."

The room fell into silence. The Joker's expression froze, and an unpredictable emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Wayne Manor?" the Joker repeated, with a hint of disbelief in his voice. If Bruce Wayne had messed with him before because he wanted to sign with other companies, why would Bruce Wayne still mess with him now that he had signed the contract?

"Do you have any evidence? I have reason to suspect that you are trying to trick me into confronting Bruce so that you can kill someone with a borrowed knife."

The captain lowered his head, his voice trembling: "There is no substantial evidence. We were very careful not to leave any traces."

The clown raised his eyebrows and made an exaggerated expression of disappointment, but the captain's next words rekindled his interest.

"But..." The captain hesitated and continued, "As far as I know, this is not the first time Bruce Wayne has done this."

The Joker’s eyes lit up. “Oh? Go on. I’m interested.”

The captain took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. "Before this, I and other mercenary teams have helped Bruce Wayne capture more than one young girl. Not just ordinary people, but even some female stars, wealthy women, and even female principals have been captured. You can find a way to investigate it carefully."

"Boss, I think what he said might be true." At this time, the member of the Joker Gang wearing clown makeup said, "Before joining the Joker Gang, I was a member of another gang. We... We also did similar things for Bruce Wayne."

The Joker slowly walked closer to him and said, "Go on, tell me more details."

The subordinate took a deep breath and continued: "About two years ago, we received a high-priced mission, the target was several beautiful girls from Gotham University. The requirements were very high, all of them were blonde, with good figures, beautiful, and about 170cm tall. We successfully kidnapped three girls who met the requirements, and then..."

"And then?" the Joker demanded.

"Then we sent them to a contact. The contact gave us a large sum of money and warned us never to mention this matter. I remember the tattoo on the contact's arm was exactly the same as Alfu, the butler of Wayne Manor in the TV show."

(End of this chapter)