Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 152 The Bat Joke That Never Gets Tired of Hearing

When the person on the stage casually killed someone and waved towards this side, that familiar, cruel, and life-disregarding attitude suddenly evoked a certain memory in Ma Zhaodi's mind. A creepy chill surged up, making him get goose bumps all over his body and his scalp numbed.

After fighting for so long on Christmas Eve, how could he not recognize the parallel universe version of the opponent? He just didn't expect to encounter such a big trouble as soon as he arrived.

At this moment, his eyes also adjusted to the darkness, and he looked at the person standing in the shadow - dark green curly hair, skin as pale as a corpse, a pointed nose, two sharp and mean eyebrows, and lips as red as blood.

The slim-fitting black suit and trousers were of extraordinary workmanship and made of top-quality fabrics. The gorgeous clothes made his figure look elegant and slender. The white shirt shone brightly on his body, and the dark purple vest and gloves were the finishing touches, diluting the elegant feeling of the suit and adding a bit of stage temperament.

Are all clowns in any world so good at dressing?
This absurd thought suddenly popped up in his mind, making Ma Zhaodi look down at himself. He was wearing a sweater, jeans, and an ordinary coat. He hadn't considered the color and style at all. Apart from being warm, there was basically nothing eye-catching about it. It was mainly cheap and comfortable.

With the help of these random thoughts, Ma Zhaodi was finally able to calm himself down a little. He took a deep breath to relax his body a little, and began to concentrate on observing the clown on the stage - and then his eyes widened again.

The iconic smile on the other person's face disappeared.

The Joker isn't laughing anymore? Oh my god, what the hell is this business trip for? Is this still Gotham?
At this moment, a man in front of him finally walked forward tremblingly. His steps were a little shaky and his body was shaking. It was obvious that he was not particularly willing to participate in this joke show.

It was not until this moment that the system prompt sounded in Ma Zhaodi's ears.

【Ding】

[You have a new part-time job available, please check it out]

The Clown Who Can't Laugh
Mission Introduction: How strange would a Joker who couldn't laugh be? Perhaps no less strange than Grundy when his brain started working; or a Gotham City where people leave their doors unlocked at night and don't pick up things on the streets; or Constantine who stopped betraying his allies; or Batman who suddenly started laughing.

Note: You don't have to actually make him laugh. In fact, the clown's gloomy face is quite funny, which proves one thing - the smile will not disappear, it will only transfer from one person's face to another.

Status: To be completed (0/1)

Reward: Local identity of the current universe*1]

The task required him to complete the joke show in front of the clown, which was not difficult. The difficult part was that he had to survive after completing the show. Ma Zhaodi was very sure that according to the power of the .45 caliber (equivalent to 11.43 mm) revolver in his hand, if he was hit by a large-caliber bullet in his vitals, there was a certain probability that he would see his mother die.

After taking a closer look at this local identity, I found out that he was actually a member of the Gotham Police Department. He had an official identity that came with his own salary and the right to open fire freely. There was no doubt that this was a must-do mission.

After reading the panel, Ma Zhaodi subconsciously looked at the clown on the stage. The other party had raised his revolver again and seemed not very satisfied with the joke of the actor on the stage.

"What should we do? Should we just attack? Will we be able to save him in time? If the clown attacks recklessly, can he protect the others around him?"

In a flash, thoughts flashed through Ma Zhaodi's mind, and after about half a second, he quickly made a decision.

"Upgrade [I Didn't Kill Anybody] and use it on the Joker."

【learn】

bang!

The bullet went out, and a blood-red flower suddenly bloomed on the comedian's chest. He staggered and fell to the ground - the bullet went through him, leaving a hideous wound, and blood immediately gushed out from it, staining the stage floor red.

Ma Zhaodi felt slightly relieved when he saw the "Skill Takes Effect" prompt on the panel. Although he failed to save the previous person, at least he saved this one.

"next."

At this moment, the clown's voice rang out, and he waved to Ma Zhaodi with a gloomy face: "Please come up to the stage."

"Step." Huh?
After hearing the answer, the clown turned around and looked at Ma Zhaodi carefully again.

There seems to be something wrong with this guy.

He saw the man in cheap street clothes walk out from the group of actors dressed in formal attire, calmly come under the spotlight, and tilt his head towards the corpse on the ground.

"Want to clean it up?"

The clown waved his hand nonchalantly: "If you need it for your joke, you can keep it."

"Never mind, there's no need."

Ma Zhaodi leaned over and deftly lifted the "corpse" from the stage, casually tossing it into the pile of corpses below. The pile was littered with bodies, blood forming a puddle beneath. Neither his expression nor his movements betrayed a trace of nervousness; the entire process could be described as "practice makes perfect."

This made the Joker start to wonder if the guy in front of him had some side job - or was comedian his side job?
Thinking of this, he licked his lips in anticipation: "Okay, okay, sir, what is your name?"

"Ma Zhaodi."

“Oh, Asian—let’s get started, Mr. Ma Zhaodi.”

The Joker put his hand on the revolver at his waist and said, "I'm ready to laugh."

Ma Zhaodi has just been taking the opportunity to carefully observe the surrounding environment.

Key point 1: No one else can be seen on the stage, behind the stage, or in the audience, which means that the clown has no accomplices.

Key point 2: There are already many corpses piled up in the audience, which means that this death show has been going on in the theater for quite some time.

Key point three: The Joker controlled dozens of comedians by himself without any restrictions. No one had any restraints on their hands and feet, but no one even tried to resist.

Key point 4: What we can see now is that the doors leading to the outside of the theater do not seem to be sealed, but simply closed, so escape is possible.

Everything shows that the Joker's means of control is not just the gun in his hand.

"Poison gas? Bomb?" Ma Zhaodi thought to himself, "If anyone tries to escape, the clown will immediately activate this control method and kill him."

"Mr. Ma Zhaodi?" The clown's voice suddenly rang out: "Is your performance over? Is this your joke? A silence."

"No, I haven't started yet." Ma Zhaodi shook his head. "Sorry, I was just thinking about which joke to tell."

"So, have you figured it out?"

"Oh, that's right. I have a short but funny joke." Ma Zhaodi replied: "One day, the Joker asked Batman, who is your biggest enemy?"

"Batman says: Super-"

"Shut up!"

The clown's gunshots rang out immediately.

PS: The book is going to open a new volume, so the first chapter will be released in advance to facilitate the arrangement of chapters. The second chapter will still be released in the evening.

(End of this chapter)