Assassin's Journey

Chapter 135 Bain Miranda (Thanks to Born in
"It's okay, by the way, let me tell you one thing. Judge Phaidon is about to retire. He said he was too old to continue working, and recommended you as the new judge." Seeing hope, Bruce quickly took advantage of the heat. strike iron.

"Huh? Really? What about my old job as District Attorney?" Rachel asked in surprise.

"It's okay, I'm already looking for someone to apply for, and I recently found a good target candidate." Bruce waved his hand carelessly and said.

"Who?"

"The name seems to be... Harvey Dent?"

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And at the same time...

"This, this, I want to eat this!" Su Ningqing said excitedly, holding Su Yu's left hand and pointing to the pile of painted candies in front of her.

At this time, the three of them were already in the alleys of Kyoto, a big foodie country.

The reason why I came here is naturally for... snacks.

Big food country, as the name suggests.

Of course, you have to eat from north to south, and then from south to north!

Of course, it's not just about eating, the three of them will also go to some famous scenic spots.

"Don't worry, eat slowly," Su Yu smiled and took out a piece of paper to wipe the oil stains from the corners of Su Ningqing's mouth, and then said to the old man who sold the candy, "Grandpa, give me a bunch of each."

"Okay! Wait for you!" Hearing this, the old man narrowed his eyes, and started a dazzling sugar painting skill show with brisk hands and feet.

Painting sugar, a folk art, uses a spoon as a brush, uses sugar as ink, and moves the spoon with the wrist in a calm manner.Using techniques such as shaking, lifting, pausing, releasing, etc., it is fast and slow, and the wires are flying;

"Ningxue, how about we pick out a few more cheongsams later?" Su Yu turned his head sideways and asked the quiet and gentle person who was holding his right hand with a smile.

"Bah," Su Ningxue heard this, a trace of blush hung on Su Ningxue's face, and she spat lightly, "Why do you keep thinking about these things~"

"Isn't this picking out new clothes for you?" Su Yu said with a smirk, "The quality of those clothes yesterday was not good, so let's buy more this time."

"Okay, it's up to you, the head office?" Su Ningxue rolled her eyes helplessly.

After a while, the old man finally drew more than a dozen strings of candy. Su Yu took a large handful of candy and handed it to Su Ningqing, and directly handed a piece of one hundred red tickets to the old man.

It was still [-], and prices were still very low. At least, a bunch of candies cost only one or two yuan.

At this time, 100 yuan is still worth 100 yuan.

"Looking for your money... Hey, where is the person?" After checking the authenticity of the banknotes, the old man lowered his head and began to look for money in the small bag on his waist, but after finding a lot, he looked up and was about to hand over the money To the young man in front of him, only to find that the person had disappeared.

In the later exchanges with acquaintances, the old man knew that today, as long as there is a stall where this Huaguo boy with two beautiful foreign girls has bought things, no one has successfully found money for him. Yes, you can't find anyone when you look up, and some of them obviously only passed for a moment.

An urban legend remains.

Su Yu didn't know what happened next, he just felt happy, so he acted like this.

As for money... of course there is no shortage of it.

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"Hey, Gamble, someone is looking for them. They say they just killed the clown to collect the bounty." A subordinate said to the black gangster who was playing pool.

"They also brought the corpse directly," another subordinate reported.

A large group of people walked in with a humanoid object wrapped in a black plastic bag.

From this point, it can be seen that Gamble's gang is not only not strong, but also has no brains.

He actually let in a group of people with more people than himself in this way, and he didn't search his body to prevent him from carrying weapons.

It's no wonder that his status is regarded as the lowest category among gang leaders.

Naturally, there is no need to say much about what happened next.

The clown deserves to be a wolf. In order to fake it realistically, he even used ice cubes to temporarily lower his surface temperature. Gamble didn't notice the clown's fake death at all.

He didn't even have the brains to doubt it.

Then, he was put on the neck by the clown with a knife.

"Do you want to know how the scars on my face come from?" The clown smiled strangely.

It wasn't until this time that Gamble discovered that under the makeup formed by the two lines of red paint extending from the corners of the mouth on the clown's face, what was concealed was a cheek that was directly cut and sewn with thick thread. Formed smiles!
"My father was a drunkard," the clown licked his lips, "and a devil."

"And one day, he was a little bit more drunk than usual."

"My mother, with a kitchen knife, tried to protect me, which obviously offended the man."

"He killed her, then came to me with a smile and said to me."

The clown tilted his head, and the smile on his face grew wider: "He said: "Why so serious! ""

"He took a knife and came to me, "Why so serious! ’,” the clown said while gesticulating with a knife in Gamble’s mouth, “and then it was, ‘Let’s put a smile on this face~’, hahaha!”

Amidst the maniacal laughter, the clown directly cut Gambo's neck with a knife, and pushed Gambo, who was clutching his neck, to the ground. Picked up a cue from the rod holder, and then came to Gamble's men with guns pointed to their heads.

"Now, I want to give you a chance," the clown forcefully folded the pool cue into two sharp halves, then threw the two broken poles on the ground, and walked towards the door. go.

"Three people, only one can get out alive~" After leaving a sentence, the clown bounced and walked out.

"You don't need to go through so much trouble," the woman appeared in front of the clown again, frowning tightly, "The primary purpose is to implement the plan, and I just let my subordinates deal with such a small person."

"No, no, this way...is fun!" The clown stretched out a finger and shook it, then left on his own.

The woman clenched her fist, and finally, she made a decision.

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"That clown..." said a male voice in a secret room, "What exactly does he want to do?"

"If people can guess his next step or purpose, then he will not be called by the prophet as the person who is most likely to help us defeat Batman." A gentle female voice said.

"The prophet... I don't doubt his prophecy, but this time... I still can't trust that clown a bit, I want to make another preparation."

"Okay, let's do it, Bane."

"Wait for my good news, Miranda."

　The prophet is not a buried pit, a random character, he will not appear, he just found a reason

　　Thank you (a million rewards from the raw fish worry boss!)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)