Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 70 Laughing Gas
"Joker."

Ma Zhaodi looked at the thin figure in front of him and subconsciously said the name.

He is one of the top villains in DC, but no one is ever sure what his name is, no one knows what his past is, and no one can understand the meaning of his actions.

He has no super powers, and cannot be matched with fingerprints, DNA records, or dental records. The character of the Joker will always be a "mystery" in the world of DC.

According to Ma Zhaodi, the clown may just be an identity rather than a specific person. He represents some abstract concept rather than a biological individual.

It is chaos, madness, evil, depravity, senseless crime, and the part of human nature that is always inclined towards evil.

Therefore, he never has a fixed goal, no sense of good or evil, and does whatever bad things he wants, like a dangerous madman.

In reality, he's just a dangerous lunatic, smart enough to rival Batman, evil enough to corrupt Superman, and too dangerous to be tolerated outside of Gotham.

Such a character is now his opponent.

Ma Zhaodi thought rapidly in his mind. If the target to be dealt with was the Joker, then he couldn't kill him first, because according to his limited knowledge of comics and games, the person who killed the Joker would become the next Joker - or something worse.

The probability may be very small in this universe, but Ma Zhaodi will not gamble.

So, how do you deal with clowns?

"Oh, Santa Claus actually knows my name, hahahahahahahaha"

The clown burst out laughing, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world: "So I am a good kid after all, hahahaha. So, where is my gift?"

"Is this red bag filled with candy? Or snacks? Or maybe a big black bat?"

"They're Christmas gifts," Ma Zhaodi replied. "I find it very convenient to dress up as Santa Claus and sneak into people's homes to steal gifts. If I'm caught, I can pretend to be Santa Claus delivering the gifts."

"."

The Joker smacked his lips, his smile suddenly turning slightly disgusted. "Damn, that lame joke is almost funny—I hate it when other people are funnier than me."

"Snapped"

The sound of a hammer being cocked was heard, and the trigger of a revolver large enough to be called a hand cannon was pulled.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

Ma Zhaodi stared at the black muzzle of the gun, his hair standing on end. After meeting the clown, he only had time to say a few words before he was shot while he was not paying attention.

"Protective Cross (8/9)"

He looked at the status bar and was very sure that this dud was not a mistake, but a shot that was fatal enough - this was the first time he had faced such a straightforward and decisive killing intent since he came to Gotham.

He had no scruples and no moral principles. His first sentence confirmed that he knew the Joker's identity, his second sentence confirmed that he had other purposes, and the next second he opened fire, eliminating all off-field factors that might affect his plan.

This is the fate of most people facing the Joker - their lives are taken away by a careless bullet. There is no fanfare, no earth-shattering event, the death is simple and sudden. For the Joker, it is nothing more than a matter of pulling the trigger.

And he didn't mind just pulling the trigger.

A few more seconds passed.

"Seriously?" The clown was the first to break the awkward atmosphere. He peered into the dark muzzle of the gun with one eye, his hand still pulling the trigger. "You're going to misfire right now? I've invested so much time and money in a little swordsman like you, and this is how you repay me?"

"Bang!" A stream of hot air brushed past the clown's scalp and pierced through the ceiling above his head. Wood chips and wall paint fell down and almost dripped on him.

"Ha, thank God." The clown didn't care at all that he almost shot himself in the head. He kissed his pistol with a smile on his face, and then pointed it at Ma Zhaodi: "Ahem, sorry, it was an accident just now - let's do it again."

Santa Claus spat fiercely, "Who the hell is going to do this to you again? Bad boys get punished. Solomon!"

"Solomon Grundy, born on Monday!"

A huge blue-gray figure leaped from the window into the house. Its huge body doubled the size of the windowsill and slammed into the clown who was pointing a gun at Ma Zhaodi like a dump truck.

Ma Zhaodi jumped to the side as soon as he shouted the first word. He saw clearly that the clown ignored the loud noise behind him and Grandi's roar, but pulled the trigger twice more. At this time, the number of crosses was refreshed again.

"Protective Cross (6/9)"

There is no doubt that the Joker is a very accurate shooter.

"boom!"

Solomon knocked the clown away and pushed him against a wall. Smoke and dust filled the air, and rocks and dirt flew everywhere. He directly crashed through the wall. Under the dense bricks and rubble, only half of the clown's pale hand holding the gun could be vaguely seen exposed.

"Solomon Grundy, born on Monday!"

Grandy roared again at the ruins, venting his anger. His best friend was attacked, which made him instinctively feel extremely angry.

Ma Zhaodi stared in amazement at the collapsed brick wall and the clown buried underneath it, his heart surging with emotion.

"Is this the end?"

The Joker, DC's top villain, Batman's nemesis, the always prepared mastermind, the embodiment of chaos, evil and madness, is he defeated just like that?
No, that's definitely not possible. The clown may make his final exit, but he will never do so hastily.

But seeing him lying motionless, Ma Zhaodi was really worried that he might be injured to death, and Grandi might be the one to suffer.

"Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough!"

A hand lifted the broken bricks and tiles, and a clown in a purple suit crawled out from under the brick wall, covered in dust. Seeing this scene, Ma Zhaodi breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is not fun at all." The clown brushed off the dust on his body, grinned and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and laughed coldly: "The clown and Santa Claus playing together on Christmas should have been a very interesting game - but you directly called a fool to mess it up."

"So boring, so boring, hehe, so boring - fortunately I can always make things more interesting."

"Hehe, hehe, hehe."

"Hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe."

Ma Zhaodi listened to the two creepy laughs, and his expression instantly became more and more solemn.

Faint moonlight shone in through the broken windowsill. The huge figure standing still raised his head in the moonlight, and a strange smile also hung on his zombie-like blue-gray face.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe."

ps: The clown's disgust.jpg is as follows

(End of this chapter)