Assassin's Journey

Chapter 133 Clown, Clown!
"Hmm... How about a magic trick?" The clown asked in a very polite gesture with his hands behind his back.

Black gang leader: "???"

When everyone was in a daze, the clown took out a pen from behind, and directly stuck it on the table with a "thump" sound!
It is easy to stand on a wooden table with a metal pen.

"I'll make this pen...disappear!" The clown bent down, put his head in front of the pen, grinned, and wrapped his hands around the pen, as if he really wanted to perform a magic trick.

"Bang!" One of his subordinates slammed the table under the gaze of his boss, got up and walked towards the clown.

However, just grabbing the clown's arm, he was grabbed by the clown's backhand, pinned his head, and smashed directly onto the table!
Blood splattered.

The pen happened to stick in from a relatively soft spot on the face.

Let go, and the subordinate who twitched a few times and then stopped moving fell back on the ground. The clown said with a rather exaggerated expression, "Dada! It...it's gone!"

A very bloody magic show stunned several gang leaders in an instant.

Interest came, staring at the clown with interest.

After pulling the chair, the clown sat down as if nothing happened just now, straightened his suit seriously and said: "Oh, by the way, this suit is not cheap, you should know ? After all, you paid for it.”

The black gang leader couldn't bear it anymore, and stood up suddenly, but just when he wanted to go directly to the clown to beat him up, the Russian gang leader next to him spoke.

"Sit down." The head of the Russian gang waved his hand and let the head of the black gang sit down. "I want to hear what he wants to say."

The clown licked his lips, nodded to the leader of the Russian gangster, and waved helplessly at the leader of the black gangster.

The black gang leader hesitated for a while, but still didn't make a move, and sat down angrily.

There are also big and small gangs, and in contrast, their leaders' right to speak will naturally be different.

Obviously, the status of this black man is a little lower than that of Russians.

"Let's go back a few months and think about what happened at that time. These notes or lawyers didn't dare to touch you at all," the clown said shaking his head, "but now, what, what happened? Is your soul gone? Huh?"

"Look, a guy like me..." the clown said staccatoly.

"A freak and idiot." The black gang leader said so unceremoniously.

This sentence made everyone present chuckle.

"A guy like me...listen, tsk," the clown glanced at the black gangster leader, and then turned his eyes away, "I know why you escaped, and I know why you chose such a big guy." Come to hold your group healing meeting during the day, and know why you dare not act in the dark..."

"...Batman," the clown licked his lips, as if he could make his mouth dry when he said the name, "Unfortunately, Batman, the Bat Gang, and Jim Gordon led by him, The director, Rachel Dawes, the district attorney, and Fox, the chairman of the Wayne Group, they formed a nearly all-round group and made you look like a lost dog."

"As for the plan on TV..." The clown waved his hand, "Rachel Dawes does have jurisdiction, but Batman... Batman doesn't have jurisdiction, he will find him, let He betrayed you in tears!"

"I can always recognize a traitor when I see it, and this person..." The clown didn't say it out, so there's no need to say much about what he meant.

Liu directly turned off the display.

Anyway, the money is already in hand, and everyone is already on their way back to China, so what else can you do to me?
Thinking so, Liu sneered.

"So, what's your plan?" the Russian gang leader asked.

"It's very simple, we... just kill Batman." The clown grinned, showing a crazy smile, and brushed back a strand of hair that fell in front of him, saying that everyone around him thought it was Fangye Tan thing.

Of course, everyone laughed.

"If it's that easy, why don't you do it?" Maloney finally spoke.

"For a thing that you are sure to complete, you must never do it for nothing." The clown raised a finger and shook it.

"How much do you want?" Maroni instantly understood what the clown meant.

"Um...let me think about it," the clown tilted his head, looking very thoughtful for a few seconds, then straightened his suit again, "Half."

"You're a lunatic." The black gang leader said disdainfully.

"No, I'm not, I'm not," the clown shook his head and licked his lips again, "If... if we don't talk about this right away, soon... tomorrow, this little rascal won't even pay a penny." There is no way to hand it over to his grandma."

Obviously, this little rascal refers to the black gang leader.

"Slap!" The black gang leader couldn't bear it any longer, and slapped the table, "I've had enough of this clown!"

He got up directly and strode over, and this time the Russian gang leader didn't stop him.

"Ahhhhhh, don't worry~" The clown stood up, with an iron ring on his right index finger, and some purple silk threads were attached to the iron ring, which were inserted into the clothes, "Don't let me here ...boom~"

Then, he pulled the clothes away, revealing what was under the suit.

That's a dozen grenades!
The latch of the grenade has been pulled out, and the purple silk thread on the fire ring is obviously the one in the clown's hand.

In other words, it only takes the clown to pull gently, and basically everyone in this room has to type gg!

Of course, including himself.

But it was obvious that none of the people present thought that exchanging their own lives for the life of this lunatic was a good deal.

So, of course, everyone cursed "shit", stood up in fright, and backed away.

"Don't let me blow it up." The clown tugged at the pull ring, and the silk thread was tense several times, as if it was about to be torn off, but he didn't care at all, but as if Continue to tug at the tab while showing off a toy.

　Cough cough... that... um... I want to ask for a ticket for that campaign event~ Everyone, go and help me order it... Just search for my author's name [Kanmeng 01]

　　There are also two symbols at the beginning and end of the article that I typed on purpose to do a small test, don’t worry about it, it doesn’t cost money, it doesn’t cost money, it doesn’t cost money, the important things are said three times, as long as the number of words It won't cost money to a hundred

　　
　
(End of this chapter)