Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 71 Krampus is on his way

"You know, my gun has never jammed that many times."

The Joker leisurely removed the bullets from the revolver, checked them one by one, and loaded new bullets into them one by one - even the ammunition of that revolver was specially made and was terrifyingly large.

"Hohohahahahahaha."

"Solomon! Wake up!"

Ma Zhaodi pounced out from behind a wall. At the same time, Solomon Grandi, with red eyes and wild laughter, smashed the entire wall into pieces like a big truck. Ma Zhaodi was very glad that he did not have much rationality at this time and his attack became quite blind and manic, otherwise he would have found it difficult to avoid this collision.

"But today it got stuck three times, and I was thinking - maybe you really are Santa Claus? But where are your reindeer? Could it be this big guy?"

While Ma Zhaodi was nervously dodging Solomon's fatal attack, the Joker didn't step forward to finish him off. Instead, he stood aside and laughed: "This is truly the darkest joke I've heard this year. It almost shattered my childhood—"

"Santa's reindeer is a giant, ugly zombie that can easily run over a dozen children? Ha, I should add that to my joke collection."

"Solomon!" Ma Zhaodi quickly pulled a pumpkin head out of his bag and put it on his face. "Do you recognize me? I was born on Monday! I was baptized on Tuesday!"

However, Solomon Grundy had indeed lost most of his sanity at this time. The clown's crazy laughter invaded his already not very good brain, almost turning his brain into a mess.

"Hohohahahahahaha."

His already terrifying face was now almost squeezed into a ball. The laughing gas made his facial muscles contract wildly, making him look like he was laughing. It became particularly eerie and terrifying in the moonlight, but Solomon was a zombie, and the deadly laughing gas could not kill him, so he could only rush around with this terrifying smiling face.

The clown's attention was now focused on the pumpkin on Ma Zhaodi's head. He noticed that this pumpkin head mask, which could make people tremble with fear, was a bit unusual and a good thing to spread fear. "Oh, this pumpkin head is really interesting. It's as ugly and scary as this big guy - is this a Christmas present for me?"

"Give it to you—huh?! Grandi, get out of here first!"

Ma Zhaodi took out another bucket of packaged milk from the big bag and threw it directly to Grandi, while pulling out the Colt from his waist. This bucket of milk was not the product of the Horn of Plenty, and the food produced by the Horn of Plenty could not remove the abnormal state.

"A bucket of milk

Price: Two thousand US dollars in asset points
Note: Milk shipped across borders is, of course, more expensive. - HIM"

"bang"

The milk bucket was shot and exploded in mid-air, soaking Grandy to the bone. After drinking a lot of milk, the creepy smile on his face finally disappeared. His brain took over the control of his body again, and his clever IQ once again occupied the high ground. Then, he roared angrily at the clown who had just made the move.

"Solomon Grundy! Born on a Monday!"

"Grundy, not now, you need to leave first!"

"Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday"

The big guy was stopped by Ma Zhaodi. Although he looked quite unwilling, he still restrained the urge to press the clown against the wall and jumped out of the broken window in annoyance.

"Huh? That's not fair!" the clown muttered dissatisfiedly, "Why should the Christmas gifts I worked so hard to prepare be destroyed by Santa Claus's bucket of milk? This is cheating - he can even shoot a gun, what kind of Santa Claus is this?"

"Laughing gas that can infect even zombies is cheating." Santa gave a middle finger. "Not only can I shoot, I can also shake people. If you have the guts to wait a minute, my friend Krampus will come and kill you right away!"

"Haha, it's still the Nordic Santa Claus, hehehehe - then he'd better come quickly -" The clown said this, put away the pistol, and took out a knife and a crowbar.

"Because I don't feel like playing anymore."

Ma Zhaodi didn't respond and shouted again, "Clinton!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In less than two seconds, six gunshots rang out as densely as popcorn, and six bullets attacked the clown like pouring water. Under the moonlight, a bald head reflected a faint glow.

"You called me here just to deal with this freak? And you even dragged another freak into this?"

"His name is Solomon Grundy. He has a name, Clinton."

"It doesn't matter. Damn it. A month ago, you were held at gunpoint by a gangster at your doorstep, and now you're being held at gunpoint by a clown lunatic. Sooner or later, I'm going to see you dead on the street."

"When will your temper last?"

"Hey, hey, hey, gentlemen!"

The clown's sharp voice drew their attention back: "Why are you ignoring me? Do you really think that hidden little mouse can hit me?"

Facing the six shots fired at an astonishing speed, the Joker was unharmed. Ma Zhaodi glanced at the six bullet holes on the wall and gritted his teeth. Even Clinton couldn't lock onto the opponent's movements. At this time, the gun probably wouldn't have much effect on him.

"Clinton, go ahead. There's no chance anymore."

"What bullshit are you talking about? I'm paid to do something."

"You can only get the money if you go back alive—"

"Yes, yes, blah blah blah."

The clown interrupted their conversation impatiently: "How boring! How can a Santa Claus make Christmas even more boring? Let me liven up the atmosphere. How about a fireworks display!"

He adjusted his suit with great seriousness, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and suddenly the dark Christmas tree began to flash with colorful lights, illuminating the entire room a little.

"Please allow me to introduce this painstakingly crafted and perfect work of art! It's called... uh—yes, it's called the Fireworks Christmas Tree!"

Bullshit fireworks Christmas tree. Ma Zhaodi looked at the sparkling light bulbs on the tree and recognized at a glance that they were apple-shaped bombs - Harvey's house had just been bombed once, and it was just repaired, and it had to be bombed a second time. The Joker was really inhuman.

"Now, gentlemen." He bowed slightly to the two of them and showed them the red button in his hand: "Let's see whether Santa Claus likes the Christmas tree, hahahahaha——"

With a click, the explosion switch was pressed. The clown looked at the Christmas tree full of bombs with anticipation, while Ma Zhaodi rushed straight up.

"You won't be able to see the fireworks display tonight!"

(End of this chapter)